"Warhorse" by Benefits DOWNLOAD/STREAM - https://lnk.to/warhorse PREORDER BENEFITS DEBUT ALBUM "NAILS" NOW - https://linktr.ee/benefitstheband Kingsley Hall, Robbie Major, Hugh Major, Cat Myers, Dale Frost Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic Studios, Leeds Released by Invada Records on February 27th, 2023. Taken from the forthcoming debut album, "NAILS". https://www.benefitstheband.com Director - Andy Berriman Director of Photography - Ross Marshall 1st Assistant Cameraman - Tian Abrie 2nd Assistant Cameraman - Chris Middis Digital Imaging Technician - John Kirkbride Production Assistants - Nic Sian, Mia Brannigan, Lucy Harding Editor/Colourist - John Kirkbride Still Photography - Lucy Harding Special thanks to Alex Oates, Ester Huss and The Institute, Cambois. Stop telling me to tighten my belt, there’s nothing left to tighten. No squeeze. No honey pot. There’s nothing lying under the bed. And now you’re laughing, at me, as my sides are splitting, Red raw laughing, as my sides are splitting, you’re spitting. Those rusting fossils, sweating piglets, stinking broken relics, Comfy seats, dirty sheets and repeated bleats. You have the right to be disgusted, To shun this pageantry, Recognise your enemy, let them rot - the lot - let them fucking rot. This is WAR, HORSE There’s Albion’s spoilt children, aching for fame, yet again. They’re fucking on the cliffs of Dover, on that post war hangover And we bask in witless wonder. All this historic racist plunder. And we sit. And we sit. Roll over. Now sit. Entitled dribbling disasters, yet they’re not your fucking masters. You are not here for their entertainment, You are not here to make them money. Do not beg, do not bow, do not curtsey. Do not beg, do not bow, do not curtsey. as this means WAR, HORSE Stop telling me to tighten my belt Stop telling me to wash my mouth, out Stop telling me you’re telling the truth Stop telling me we’re in it together Stop telling me he did his best Stop telling me we’re levelling up Stop telling me to get over it Stop telling me! stop telling me! WARHORSE

"Thump" by Benefits Kingsley Hall, Robbie Major, Hugh Major, Cat Myers Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn, Robbie Major in Newcastle and Hugh Major in Guisborough Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic Studios, Leeds Filmed and edited by Eddy Maynard at Portrack, Stockton-on-Tees Released to stream and download on 21/10/22. Basic Benefits merchandise available to buy from https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Buy the song at https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Twitter https://twitter.com/Benefitstheband Facebook https://www.facebook.com/benefitstheband Instagram https://www.instagram.com/benefitsuk/ Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/5nrO8X72nFeyu3sqYIkskQ Don’t blame this all on yourself Your vulnerability matters And there’s no entertainment here not for miles and miles and... Take that pound sign off your head You’re no plaything, you’re no product You are everything Yes, you are everything and nothing Echo echo echo chambered Sewage piped into the ocean This illusion, mock delusion This, nationwide facade Idolatry of the idiot As we’re crushed into the mire Just play nice, play nice, get back to work, shut up, play nice With, demons... All this failure masked as victory, Reinvention for attention. This, isn’t about bravado. This, isn’t pushing ego, And here comes that pounding boot now Getting louder, getting louder. And here comes that pounding boot, Tongues out, tongues out... For, demons I constantly concede my ground to louder mouths, bigger egos, Loaded bullies with no chops, no marks, all barks. And I want to be strong, to stand up for myself, not not break down in the face of wealth and status. But it’s drilled in. I downplay everything, I’ve convinced myself my skills are worthless but I’m trying to relearn, to find confidence from somewhere. Lift my head. That day of dread will come, so hold back on the realisation that the best years are long gone. Red marked debt letters and the arrogance and the jealousy of the young, As we morph into that miserable loner in the darkened corner of the room. Opinionated, hated, inebriated. And it’s not even closing time. Yet you’re ready to go, it’s fine. And yes this place is a mess, it’s broken, but we’re strong. So let’s not back down. Let’s not back down. Don’t turn away. We can win this, we can win...

"Flag" by Benefits PREORDER BENEFITS DEBUT ALBUM "NAILS" NOW: https://linktr.ee/benefitstheband Kingsley Hall, Jonny Snowball, Robbie Major, Hugh Major Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn and Robbie Major in Newcastle Mastered by Kingsley Hall Filmed by Mike Carey and edited by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn Released to stream and download on 19/02/21. Basic Benefits merchandise available to buy from https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Buy the song at https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Twitter https://twitter.com/Benefitstheband Facebook https://www.facebook.com/benefitstheband/ Instagram https://www.instagram.com/benefitsuk/ Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/5nrO8X72nFeyu3sqYIkskQ This place stinks of old wars, Subservience, semi-final defeats God and flags Pulling your mask down for a fag, you’re a musty relic, Hiding behind that tatty sheet, shouting, screaming, getting pulled back by your mates. Stamping on cans, raw neck in the sun. Dog water on tap. What even are you? You’ve been had mate. The Italian job is on, sit down, shut up, quote the funnies, laugh at the foreigns, drink yer tea, tell the kids everything is shit these days, wave yer fucking flag, wave yer fucking flag, WAVE YER FUCKING FLAG! Feel powerful, feel proud, Subjects oh subjects, we used to be this, we used to be that, and we want it back, but no one is jealous, no one cares, so wheel it all out, Break that emergency glass, parade forever, make it meaningless, Bow down to that tatty flag. But what does it mean? What does it mean? WAVE YER FUCKING FLAG! You still hate your fucking neighbour, the clothes you wear are foreign anyway, expensive or cheap and your car is German and its nice, good runner, decent milage, reliable… The other town down the road are all inbred you said, they all talk funny don’t they - fucking weirdos - Oh and That London eh, don’t get me started, what a shithole ey ey ey?! You’re fucking broken, your heads gone, Imagine some good old days you think existed, we deserve better than this… Blue blood still runs red. Privilege won’t save you. Eton won’t save you. People who speak Latin WILL NOT save you. That stiff upper lip will crumble, that silver spoon will be sold, you’ll be forgotten. You’re nothing to them, NOTHING! Stop falling for their bullshit, Throw those plastic chairs, puff out your chest, rule Bri-fucking-tannia, rule those foreign fucking waves, you can’t even swim straight - armbands on - yer getting dragged down, yer drowning in it all, DROWING IN IT ALL! That flag won’t protect you forever, it’ll sink, it looks worn, the colours are running, wasn’t even made here It’s all a lie. This isn’t politics, you’re just holding a flag, you’re just a fucking pole. Wave yer fucking flag. Wave your flag. WAVE. YOUR. FLAG.