Name: Call It By Its Name by Balto in how it fades
Duration: 4 min 50 s
Description: Please keep it quiet and play it with good speakers/cans :)

how it fades

Breathe It In is a song that harkens back to the days of electric guitars, when three part harmonies flowed from the open windows of the hills of Laurel Canyon. The song takes Crosby Stills and Nash in a darker direction dwelling on the moody brooding feeling of driving down an empty pacific coast highway before the fog has burned off. It tells the story of someone struggling to deal with being away from their lover, and deeply reckoning with the fleeting nature of love and existence. You can not slow the unbending wheel of time and you certainly can’t make somebody love you; a sentiment expressed in the bridge over a baseline that would rival Marvin Gaye’s ‘What’s Happening Brother’.  The cinematic scenes in the sparsity of the lyric let your imagination become transported and transfixed, staring out at an ocean stretched across the horizon, reaching a pinnacle when all your emotions of grief, loss, and anger are realized and propelled into space by a guitar solo David Gilmour of Pink Floyd would tip his hat to. The song was recorded with Riley Geare (unknown mortal orchestra, Caroline rose, la luz) on drums, and Adam Ditt (Balto, professor Colombo, king tree and the earth mothers) on bass. Written by Tristan Lake Leabu. All vocals and guitars where Tristan Lake Leabu. The song has a contemporary late 1960’s early 1970’s feeling. If My Morning Jacket were a band in 1971. If Crosby Stills and Nash had the mystique of Pink Floyd, and the groove of Al Green, aaand were making a record in 2022. The song takes you on a journey while remaining concise. No meandering was done here. Everything is intentional and expressive. It is longing and sentimental. It is brooding and deep. It is heavy and groovy. It will move you. Take the journey. Take it again. And take care.

Breathe It In

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

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Back To Us

Superhuman

Please keep it quiet and play it with good speakers/cans :)

Call It By Its Name

'There's No One Crying Over Me Either' is taken from American Wrestlers self-titled album, in stores April 7th (US)/27th (EU) on Fat Possum Records

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American Wrestlers - There's No One Crying Over Me Either

Released on September 4th, 2015. 

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Physical: https://www.omnianmusicgroup.com/products/all-yours

All Yours

All yours

Widowspeak // GIRLS

"Nevada City" by John Heart Jackie

From the album 'Episodes' out January 22, 2016 on Pour Le Sport. 

Produced & Recorded by Peter M. Murray
Mixed & Mastered by The Helio Sequence
Written by Jennie Wayne & Peter M. Murray

Performed by John Heart Jackie
Jennie Wayne: Vocals, Guitar, Autoharp
Peter M. Murray: Guitar, Vocals, Percussion, Keyboards, 
with 
Ryan Dobrowski: Drums
Skyler Butenshon: Keyboards and Vocals
Luke Ydstie: Bass, Upright Bass
Cameron Spies: Pedals, Effects

Nevada City (Radio Edit)

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

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

Lost On The Young

Still Don't Know (What Love Is)

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


++++++
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.

ongoing monthly playlists of songs I'm listening to. 

Call It By Its Name

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