Crywank started in 2009 with Jay Clayton attempting to do some folk-punk influenced acoustic music with no previous experience playing guitar. The first album "James is going to die soon" was inspired by a painful break up. Jay stated that "I wrote these songs out of frustration and sadness and they ended up making me feel a lot better, I hope they have a similar effect on you".
In 2012 Crywank released their second album 'Narcissist On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown'. Described as "a collection of paranoid songs mostly about me trying to understand my own sadness along with the concept of sadness as a whole. It was fueled by self help books and pot."
In late 2012 Dan Watson joined Crywank on percussion, and in early 2013 they released tour demos for their third album 'Tomorrow Is Nearly Yesterday And Everyday Is Stupid' which was released in October 2013.
In 2016 Jay and Dan began couch surfing to afford to be able to tour as much as possible. Over the next four years they performed over 500 shows in over 30 countries and released four albums.
Crywank announced their breakup following a world tour in 2019, alongside the album ‘fist me til your hand comes out my mouth’’ a huge departure in sound and the first release to include songwriting from Dan and explained the tense relationship between Jay and Dan that had developed over the years on the road.
Their breakup tour was cut short by the COVID-19 pandemic and the North American and European dates had to be rescheduled numerous times. During this time Jay was in a house fire, which led to the release of a solo Crywank album ‘Just Popping In To Say Hi’ that was written and recorded over three days.
Between 2022-2023 Crywank managed to continue their final tour and performed 100 shows in the USA and over 50 shows in the UK and Ireland, often with bass player Jules Noel (AKA Guard Petal). In 2024 it was announced that Crywank will no longer be breaking up and Jules would be joining the band.
The name Crywank comes from reclaiming a cruel nickname given to Jay during a period of depression. Jay has since said that if they knew how popular the band would have become they probably would’ve chosen a different name.
Care Not for Your Clubnights
Crywank Lyrics
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where the pretense of a scene can overrule a fragile mind
until a boxticking system closes doors to outside.
I mean you’ll look pretty cool but a part of you will die,
and when I say you look cool I mean only to your friends
the general opinion is you act like a bellend.
Your arrogance is based on a personal preference
and that preference is based on your scenes consensus.
caught up with the illusion of indiduality.
Care not for your clubnights the fake alternative,
you’re just another group of youths going out and getting pissed.
I am the guy stood against the wall at the club
watching dollies and peacocks dance and get drunk,
and when the kicks in they all sing along
and I watch their mouths fade away while they all get the s wrong.
I’m not saying I’m any better
I fall for the same traps as well.
But at least -at least- I can admit it,
at least I can admit that I’m boring as hell.
In "Care Not for Your Clubnights" by Crywank, the lyrics describe a feeling of disconnection and disillusionment towards the world of alternative music scenes and club culture. The singer criticizes the attitudes of those who have become "indoctrinated into a tribe of the musically unkind" and have allowed the "pretense of a scene" to take over their fragile minds. According to the song, these people have become so obsessed with fitting in and being seen as cool by their peers that they have forsaken their own individuality, closing themselves off from new experiences and perspectives. This self-destructive cycle causes the singer to feel disconnected from this world, and instead, they choose to observe and reflect on the behavior around them.
The song warns against the dangers of falling into the trap of relying too heavily on a scene's consensus, which ultimately leads to conformity and mediocrity. The singer notes that even though these people might appear to have cool or interesting personalities to their friends, the general opinion is that they "act like a bellend." The song also touches on the idea of the "live for the weekend mentality," where people are caught up in the illusion of individuality and end up engaging in destructive or pointless behavior.
Overall, "Care Not for Your Clubnights" is a critical look at a specific type of subculture that values conformity over individuality and warns against the dangers of letting social pressures dictate one's actions and worldview.
Line by Line Meaning
Indoctrinated into a tribe of the musically unkind,
Forced into a group of people who don't appreciate good music,
where the pretense of a scene can overrule a fragile mind
Where the fake image of a music scene can control and damage vulnerable individuals,
until a boxticking system closes doors to outside.
Until a system of categorization excludes those who don't conform,
I mean you’ll look pretty cool but a part of you will die,
You might appear trendy but you'll lose a part of your true self,
and when I say you look cool I mean only to your friends
Others outside of your friend group will think you're pretentious or annoying,
the general opinion is you act like a bellend.
Most people think you act foolish or irritating,
Your arrogance is based on a personal preference
Your conceit is rooted in your individual taste,
and that preference is based on your scenes consensus.
And that taste is heavily influenced by the opinions of your music scene,
Masses with the live for the weekend mentality,
People with a mentality of living only for the weekends,
caught up with the illusion of indiduality.
Trapped in the illusion of having true individuality,
Care not for your clubnights the fake alternative,
Don't value your fake alternative music scene and club nights,
you’re just another group of youths going out and getting pissed.
You're just like any other young people going out to drink and party,
I am the guy stood against the wall at the club
I am the person who stands against the wall at the club,
watching dollies and peacocks dance and get drunk,
Watching people, trying to appear attractive or impressive, dance and drink too much,
and when the kicks in they all sing along
And when the music starts, they all sing along,
and I watch their mouths fade away while they all get the s wrong.
And I observe their enthusiasm fade away as everyone messes up the lyrics,
I’m not saying I’m any better
I'm not implying that I'm superior,
I fall for the same traps as well.
I also fall victim to the same illusions and traps,
But at least -at least- I can admit it,
But at least, I am willing to acknowledge it,
at least I can admit that I’m boring as hell.
At least I can accept that I'm not particularly interesting.
Contributed by Jayden G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.