Balto came into being when Daniel Sheron abandoned his life in Moscow, Russia and went alone into Siberia. Against an ever shifting backdrop of railways and desolate wastes, he wrote a cycle of songs to tell the story of what had happened in that strange country, why he had exiled himself, and why he thought it mattered. In train cars and crumbling cities he encountered PEOPLE, and they inhabited the songs he was writing and the notes he was taking. In the fall, Daniel brought Balto back to America and called his friends to record an album in one day. On December 15, 2010, six people entered a basement in Brooklyn, New York and emerged that night with an album that no one had expected. October's Road.

02 Self Portrait

03 The Tin Man

04 Kirov Factory

05 Elizabeth the Bumblebee

07 Don Quixote

08 October's Road

09 The Lover

Written by Balto
Produced by Balto and Riley Geare
Engineered by Riley Geare
Mixed by Sean O'Brien
Mastered by Howie Weinberg

Dan Sheron - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Backing Vocals
Sheldon Reed - Drums
Adam Ditt - Electric Bass
Tristan Leabu - Electric Guitar, 12-String, Vocals
Riley Geare - Congas, Percussion, Prophet, Organ, Additional Production

Cover Photo by McKenna Mobley
Cover Layout by McKenna Mobley and Lindsay Sheron

Spanish Wine

This is the lead track on a concept album called October's Road that we self-released in February. I wrote much of it after leaving my job in Moscow, Russia and going away alone into Siberia. This song was written in an overcrowded, 3rd class sleeper car between Irkutsk and Krasnoyarsk in Siberia and has been featured on numerous blogs and podcasts.

Please see www.baltoamerica.com for more details

The Railyard

Produced by Balto
Mixed by Sean O’Brien
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
Recorded at Owl Foot Studios - Tarzana, CA USA

Daniel A Sheron - Lead Vocals, Guitar
Tristan Lake Leabu - Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Mr. Adam Ditt - Bass
Sheldon Reed - Drums

Wrong End

Novocaine

Produced by Balto and Tim Shrout 
Engineered and Mixed by Tim Shrout 

Tracking and Mix at Flora Recording and Playback, Portland, OR 
Additional Recording at Jalopy Studio, Portland, OR 

Mastered by Ed Brooks at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA
Track Art by Teagan White

Saints & Crows

Released September 8, 2016
Performed & Arranged by Balto

Produced by Philippe Bronchtein
Engineered by Tim Shrout
Mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Mastered by Roger Seibel
Words & Music by Daniel A Sheron (SEASAC)



Born Astray

Performed & Arranged by Balto

Produced by Philippe Bronchtein
Engineered by Tim Shrout
Mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Mastered by Roger Seibel
Words & Music by Daniel A Sheron (SEASAC)



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LP out 02/24/2017 via Total Reality Meltdown

All Songs © On the Rails Music (SESAC)
©℗ 2017 Total Reality Meltdown

Credits

Balto:

Dan Sheron – Vocals, Guitars,
Luke Beckel – Guitars, Vocals, Pump Organ
Seth Mower – Drums, Vocals, Percussion
Devon Hoffner – Bass, Vocals

Adam Finger – Keyboards, Organ, Piano, Vocals
Philippe Bronchtein – JUNO, Rhodes
Tim Shrout – Sousaphone on track 4
Ally Hall, Moorea Masa, & Mel Guérison – Backing Vocals on tracks 1,5, & 10

Produced by Philippe Bronchtein
Engineered by Tim Shrout
Mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Mastered by Roger Seibel

Recorded November 2015 at Sean Flora’s R2B2 on Sauvie Island, OR
Additional recording December 2015 through February 2016 around Portland

Cover by Alyce Marie
Design & Layout by Zachary Whitington
Photography by Seth Mower

Arranged by Balto
Songs by Daniel Sheron (SESAC)

www.baltoamerica.com
www.totalrealitymeltdown.com

Made in the USA

Endless thanks go out to our friends and families for all the support they have shown us over the years

One Night Show

Shots In The Dark

Midnight

Restless Generation

Lost On The Young

Song For Viktor Pt.1 [Amy]

Song For Viktor Pt.2 [April]

Still Don't Know (What Love Is)

Tracked and Co-produced by Balto
Engineered and Co-Produced by John Joseph
Mixing by Sean O'Brien
Mastering by Dave McNair

Artwork by Matt J Adams

Black Snake, Mojave Blues

Snapchat, pornhub, cyber sex
Electronic cigarettes
A spray tan on the president
He’s just working on a dream I guess

Slimfast, botox trophy wives
Pool boys, fuck toys, magic mikes
You’re so pretty, won’t you get in line
A face like that goes viral

Thrift store cowboys, basic chicks
Glamour camping, selfie sticks
Check your online presences
Never mind the grandeur

Influencers indie bands
Wookies, festies, lifestyle brands
electric kool aid acid test
Except that you can stream it

You and I wake up each morning
Get groceries take out the trash
There’s no use denying we broke it we’re buying
I’m afraid that there’s no turning back

So fill up the tank when it’s cheapest
And we’ll drive till it’s dry and we’ll park
Just to keep on fighting to do something right
And Make love in the back of your car

They say Socialism is a Bullshit dream
We’ve got a trickle down economy
They mean more - but less for you and me
Jesus, look at that GDP

While the Underworked and underfed
underclasses understand
That the factories ain’t coming back
And a big old wall won’t do it

Cuz the uber drivers are out of work
and they’ve fired all the checkout girls
And I know makes it all a little worse
But these discounts are expensive



Police beatings, holy wars
Walmart, cocaine, surplus corn
I guess that’s what the flag is for
But we just get what we deserve

Like opioids, diazapenes
Pump the schoolkids full of speed
And scare them off of shrooms and weed
Money talks it doesn’t grow on trees

Shanty towns in parking lots
LA quakes in Arkansas
Garbage Islands, martial law
Still you can’t trust the science


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Mascara on the anchor on the tv news
Still worried about which room you use
He’s got the average straight white pronoun blues
And there’s still a war on Christmas

Jesus in the shopping malls
Karaoke worship songs
The rest must be Obama’s fault
But I guess we’ll thank him later

Once we’ve Fucked the World in all directions
Brought on an early Armageddon
Hope my daughter’s still eleven 
when they beam the good ones up to heaven
(Cuz you know what they do at 12)

well they don’t drink and they don’t drive
There’s record teenage suicide
And they won’t even go outside 
unless their mama makes ‘em

Sittin’ Home alone on the telephone
Jerking off and getting stoned
The kids aint sinning they’re just really bored
But really Can you blame them?

Bullshit Dream

Card-carrying cultists of the Great American Song, the Great American Groove, and the Great American Highway.

Balto

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