P.O.S and Astronautalis have joined forces to form FOUR FISTS. Doomtree Records proudly presents their debut release: a limited-edition 7-inch featuring two new songs, “Please Go” and “MMMMMHMMMMM,” and the instrumental version of each.

Astronautalis is part emcee, part method actor, with an uncanny ability to channel characters on the edge—of a breakdown, of a revelation, of a fistfight. P.O.S (Rhymesayers/Doomtree) made his name as a gifted risk-taker, fashioning head-nodding beats from strange noises, and writing anthemic lyrics from unexpected vantage points.

These first two tracks from FOUR FISTS were produced collaboratively by the duo, holed up in P.O.S’ attic during an exceptionally brutal Minnesota winter. In these songs, listeners will hear the rappers’ usual sharpness and a nod to traditional notions of hip-hop collaborations, but their noir approach yields an entirely new sound: dark choral layers and punk rock gang vocals create a sense of impending doom. “Please Go” is a haunting number that runs on thick, brooding bass; it’s shaped by a frayed synth, whispered vocal takes, and soaring strings that sweep in and out of the darkness like cars passing in the distance. “MMMMMHMMMMM” opens with quick snares, in the sharp staccato stabs of an Underwood typewriter, and a bass synth that pulses like an idling outboard motor, till the track explodes into a wall of layered drums and throat-shredding vocals—P.O.S and Astronautalis at their most deadly. The two songs clock in under 8 minutes and still hit like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy, breathless, and eager for this duo’s coming full length album.?

Four Fists "Please Go"

Dessa "Dixon's Girl"

Dessa "Fighting Fish (The Hood Internet Remix)"

Lyrics and Vocals by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak, Andy Thompson, and Dessa

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LYRICS
Fill the kiddie pool 
up with Prosecco 
Get the LEDs on
need the spectacle 
Gotta beat the one last week 
let’s get a record
If you’re tryna be a go-getter
you gotta go and get it
Desperate times 
call for desperate pleasures 
Some legitimate headlines
mostly cries for attention
The camera speeds
copy ready to read
oughta be a good night 
We’re live in 3, 2—
fuck, man, busted on a hot mic 

Cuz it’s a hurricane 
a hurricane party
End days 
every other Wednesday 
Live girls dance 
dead men float
A hurricane party 
gold dust, sex, and Bacardi 
DJ says don’t hold back
because the water won’t

Looks like someone leaked the password
too much tea to clean earl grey disaster
Campaign manager come walks it backwards
but he’s the one who tipped TV—clever bastard 
Shots fired in the echo chamber  
rico-ricochet
The other side puts kids in danger 
don’t matter what their argument, that’s what they always say
Front of the parade girl spins a baton 
band leader conducts with a corn on the cob
The new sound gets everybody out on their lawn
composed for french horn, cash register, mob

Hook

Okay, who broke the chain letter 
too much bad luck to try to get away with it 
One more plague, nobody goes to recess 
Chatbots away take out your paper pieces 
longhand 
Gimme an essay on the living conditions in Oz written by the Strawman:
housing shot up, looking for a soft land
Dorothy comes to, couldn’t give a goddamn 
Looking for a few recruits 
to do what must be done 
So if you got the heart and a pair of good boots 
meet me at the food court by Forever 21 

Hook

Decoy

Not a sidepiece 
or a wifepiece
I’m a thinkpiece
If you’re done then 
take your dishes to 
the sink please 
Wash to the right
dry to the left 
mind is a kite 
and the fall is a mess 
Out of office
out of body
out of fucks to give 
sorry not sorry 
With a busted rib 
ain’t a thing to do about it 
just tape and time and then you take the turn again 
Lean in harder 
hope the road won’t burn 
so bad this time
you read your curve 
fast as fuck 
fit to swerve
put the money to the metal come and get your girl 
Til the lights blur
til the lines meet in the middle of the high beams
and the wipers 
keep time with the heartbeat
Til you hit a nerve 

I’m falling 
don’t catch me
don’t touch me 
don’t call me
Not much we 
let go 
even when we should and we know it
I walk the wall 
with both hands open 
I’d leave it all

Smokey eye because 
the mind’s on fire
Break glass and pass the axe skyward 
Stone the satellites
drones versus battle kites
Here goes 
the next past life
There’s a speaker 
in a decoy 
at the heart of the mine 
that rewinds
the same birdsong
Tell the back of the line  
that the digging is fine
let’s get the third shift on
They say that a rising tide
when it comes in
will lift every ship
But they skipped
the bit about wildfire
how it burns every bridge
Panic tryna find 
a little dry ground 
big back ups everybody outbound
Not me 
I’m like the good witch
bring the motherfucking house down

Looks like I hit a nerve
I hit a nerve

No patience I stay laced up and 
I’m running 
Learned a phrase in
every country 
I’ve lived and died, been revived like this

That game you taught me how to play 
I won it
Moved out East 
and I stayed hungry
And when the magic’s on me, I can’t miss

I can’t miss

Bury the Lede

Hurricane Party

From the new album ALL HANDS out now on Doomtree Records! 
CD/LP: Doomtree.net/allhands
iTunes: smarturl.it/allhands

GRAY DUCK
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger
Guitar by Jake Hanson

(Mike)
Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni / dickin on a squad car, vickin on a fully / sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby / pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun / Boots to the ceiling, boostin the serum / so sincere, brutes new to the feeling / Ridin on the old scene, buck if you hear me / bucks for the fabric of your fiber / bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter / Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive / Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine / Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes / crease in the khakis, piece to the side / Forgotten youth when older mutants played Magneto / we believed the strip and never plagiarized their credo / Fashion cutter for the fascist, dirty-lipped and truly goony / Looney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoony / No King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger Legacy / No anonymity, no forced validity / False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost / tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO!

(Dessa) 
Take the skins / hang em on the walls / not trophies, just reminders / what is left here when we fall

(Stef)
Ay, I’m pushing up on your tempo / she too stoned Nintendo / I’m Vint Cerf, she Pink Floyd / I’m jumpin out the window / Sike, I’m fly, I float aight right by / cut my own moat / get by with my chose fam / dismantle thrones / All the fuck in your station / all up in your dark / awkward in ya Marc Maron conversations / call em out the park / hangin out then Van Halen cabs in your city / all up on your block opposite the cops / y’all should all fuck with me / style like a Cadillac / crash with a battle axe handy / Gucci store fire on the couture / then planes, trains, and automobiles, I’m John Candy / Y’all just can’t stand me / I make em feel ridiculous / pickin apart they postures put together meticulously awful / in the air, hostile / the fingernails, watch em / sit and stare, box em if I gotta / Panic is the fashion / I arrow to the action / Pied Piper through all types a shit / types like me y’all ain’t fuckin with

(Hook)
Go get it / or go without / You going nowhere / run that shit into the ground / Go get it / or go without / We go for broke / and run that shit into the ground

(Dessa)
Struck by lightning / with a hand in the sand / came to with a fist fused in glass / Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash / Sparks on the pavement / dragging the chain / anchor’s off, man, lost it again / steady on gotta push through the rain / weather in the veins, came for this / train for this, fuck / made for this, pray they miss, duck / duck gray duck gets up and running / rest fall back like a bridge in London / brand new brakes I never touch em

(Sims)
You’re all spin move, you’re doing too much / rental car, trick cigar / I’m just laughing while that whole thing blows up / looking like I’m Joakim Noah / black mask, take your gas money / my name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funny / I ain’t afraid to change lines, state, date, or face / I’m option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslines / at least for the next eight months / then I change up like it ain’t much / you do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups / still blabbing bout some frame up vision / MN living gray duck risen / nay fucks given, way subliminal / class-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotal / see what is left is suspect / the Pepsi Gen went crystal meth / and punk rock dads scream rap is dead / I laughed until I lost my chill / I’m really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at Will / half shark alligator and my Philly filled / Mill City kid in the field / gritty is in the blood, proof is in the track / fifty in the tank, on you like a Mac Truck / roll with a ton on my back / better back up fast

(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Gray Duck"

Taken from Doomtree's 2007 release "False Hopes"
Produced by Cecil Otter

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Cecil Otter "A Hundred Fathers"

From Doomtree's 2009 release "FH:XV (False Hopes 15)"

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Mike Mictlan "OMG!"

FINAL BOSS
Produced by Lazerbeak
Guitar by Jake Hanson
Additional bass by Adam Hurlburt and Ben Clark

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(Sims) 
There goes Johnny sweeping the leg / There goes Jake cuffing the hands / There are things that I’ll never understand / They’re just looking for a buyer / easy meat, cheap prey supplier / situation looking dire / shot back at the devil I was heavy under fire / It’s okay I’m reloaded / they can’t rap along but Goddamn they quote it / Goddamn it’s frozen / My heart is Minnesota, this boulder / If you didn’t notice, something inside of me is slowly exploding / I feel like Kobe on the sideline / Sidewinder missile, I am cyanide / inert for the last time, land mine / I am out of my Goddamn skull / pedal to the floor board I am all pulse / I don’t play fault, I just dust off / walk over them coals, iron out later / I ain’t waiting on an elevator / Each mark is a caption / Each line on my face shows exactly what happened 
(Hook) 
You’ll know what you need when it slips by / but I’m not looking back for the rest of my / Get up like I never fucking got up before / and I get it like I never fucking got it before / You’ll see how dark once they hit the light / know what I’ve made from the marks on my hands / Get up like I never fucking got up before / and I get it like I never fucking got it before 
(Dessa) 
Simon says / Miranda’s right / but William Tells it different / says Gideon / brought a rifle / was looking for a fight / The Housewives of Gomorrah / all boarded up from here to the border, sordid / falling on our own swords or standing still / heartbreak hill / I’ma make a fortune in small bills / to show that I can, give it back in my will / like the back of my hands I know hard work / my back, my hands / yeah both still hurt / Like a catamaran, two skins / one for the water / one for the wind / Like a battering ram, I get it in / lemme at it again and when the juniper blooms / we get a river of gin 
(Stef) 
Get up, let’s go, move homie right now / shut em up, they make it hard to keep the food down / Ninety-nine lives, livin by the Konami code / fold em all origami mode / Let the drama slow, never ever ever / I’m an adventure, keep em on they toes / Drippy-nose fucks flake, I dip past no breaks / skippin y’all, flipping y’alls hot cakes, eating / I’ma man the damn Weber / Stand aside, handle mine, add the cheddar / Kiss the chef / nah gut, skin, and eat the chef before he eats the rest / I’m here to keep the nest safe and sound the alarm / ride the earthquakes and hang ten harm / Y’all get tame, I’ma non-stopper / y’all flip the frame, we pull the copper

(Hook) 
(Mike) 
Python wings, viper claws / I been breaking all types of laws / diamond teeth, steel cut jaws / got raised by fightin dogs / Been around the block so many times, can’t find my house / wanna fit the earth in the palm of my hand but it keeps on bustin out / Father figure, figure 8, motherland turned motherboard / Satellite-ville fly the flag of the HD SMPTE color bars / Plasticine, whole world building outward / Second Life, no cheats for the first / Warp Whistle level up out the gutter, all hunger no thirst 
(Wait for it...Hook) 



Doomtree started as a mess of friends, fooling around after school, trying to make music without reading the manual. The group had varied tastes—rap, punk, indie rock, pop—so the music they made together often bore the toolmarks of several styles. When they had enough songs, they booked some shows. They made friends with the dudes at Kinkos to print up flyers. They burned some CDs to sell. The shows got bigger. Of necessity, Doomtree's seven members (Cecil Otter, Dessa, Lazerbeak, Mike Mictlan, P.O.S, Paper Tiger, and Sims) figured out how to run a small business. Lazerbeak's garage became the merchandise warehouse; P.O.S' mom's basement became the webstore. A decade and fifty releases later, it's all properly official—Doomtree is now a real, live label with international distribution—but not too much has changed. Doomtree still partners with people who aren't jerks. If they can't find something they need, they make it themselves. Although each member has a career as a solo artist, every so often the whole crew convenes to make a collaborative record as a group. The most recent Doomtree record was called No Kings. A lot of people liked it. Happily, some of those people were writers at places like Vice, NPR, Rolling Stone, etc. According to the Village Voice, Doomtree is "one of the most talented and dedicated rap groups working today." VH1 says the crew has "the aggressive energy of a punk act with just the right amount of hip-hop swagger." In support of No Kings, Doomtree made laps around the US and hit Europe a couple times too. They played at festivals like Lollapalooza, SXSW, and Belgium's Dour Festival.

The newest Doomtree record is called All Hands, due January 27th 2015. The title nods to the nautical rally cry, "All hands on deck," and the album stands as the most collaborative and cohesive project the crew has yet produced. The production from Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, Paper Tiger, and P.O.S twists through 13 booming tracks, building the raw and epic soundscapes that the group has become well known for, while adding more of-the-moment musical elements and techniques for a genre-spanning effect. This is the sound of old friends fine-tuning their craft, both together and individually, for over a decade, and it shows. Lyrically, All Hands sounds hungry as all hell. The three-year gap between Doomtree albums has given each of the five emcees substantial time to grow as solo artists, and the group's return finds everyone tour-tested with plenty to prove. Sims, P.O.S, Mike Mictlan, Dessa, and Cecil Otter drive home razor-sharp cadences, hard-hitting punchlines, and monstrous choruses, passing the spotlight back and forth until the house lights come up.

To write All Hands, crew members sequestered themselves in a cabin with no cell reception to distract from the task at hand and no neighbors to be bothered by the music playing through the night. The process informed the product: the record creates and operates within its own sphere—a particular mix of menace, humor, beauty, and adrenaline. Though the Minneapolis sound is present on All Hands, the record is as much a product of seven friends, relying only on each other, working in international waters.

Both the catchiest and densest album in the group's catalog, All Hands adeptly walks a tightrope of immediately memorable hooks and in-depth lyricism that rewards repeated listens. The result is equally worthy of up-to-11 trunk-rattling drives as it is late-night headphone sessions.

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DOOMTREE "Final Boss"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

THE BENDS
Produced by Cecil Otter
Additional production by Lazerbeak
Vocal sample by Will Humphries, Guitar by Jake Hanson, Additional vocals by Joe Mabbott and Isaac Gale
(Dessa)
Leave when the snow melts / on the first clear night / River runs deep / walk against it / Walk til the Southern Cross peaks on the west edge / of the brine lake at the dredged end / Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one / left at the Amoco, right at the station / First train—wait / take the second headed east
/ window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth / has a hotel key with your name on it / Stay on it til the train hits the border in the morning / Duck the conductor, leave through the back door / wait for my sign on the platform / Smoke on the skyline / welcome to Delphi / They’ll come with questions / answer what you can / everybody knows the new oracle’s at hand
(Hook)
Oh, there prolly ain’t another way / and I watch so amazed / and float through everyday / hoping I don’t float away / that I don’t float away
(Stef)
Cold world, no blanket / dark nights, no Batman, what up? / I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on
the nightstand / locked in, no B plan / Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost / radio up, radio off / Either
no guts or it’s so what / rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck / Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets / high noon all day with these assholes / How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all / So fly took a bullet in the wax wing / so high but didn’t get the chance to melt / so tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared / just eased on back into the veldt
(Hook)
(Sims)
The woods are deep / yeah them woods are deep / I was drinking that cheap shit to fall asleep / and really solely to hold my feet / because these days I’ve been taking that heavy so lightly / that I might float away completely / in my psyche I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede / LED murder spree for cheap / and the video screams Worldstar War Z / I’m feeling dirty but feeling so good I just smile at the thieves / fold up a note in the breeze / I’ve got a few miles to go before I concede
(Hook)
(Cecil)
You got it wrong, but you got it made / a lot of weight but you gotta wait for a lot of aid though / and I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll / ergo silence the offers / High-wire walkers, child actors / ain’t vying for your father figure fodder / Otter out, we outta town, you outta line you lil faulker / taut line from the dock to the Oscars
(Mike)
And I’m reading like a Rorschach / hiding lines in the pantomime, allegory in a smirk / Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work, a nonverbal creep / Where the O.G.s weep / slide, slip, test glide / Connect like catchin rec like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside / Now it’s strong in the Midwest in my own nation
/ got a fam and we crewed up in sub-clans, no subjugation / with the wings and the chops, put the beans
in the pot / like the seeds to the crop, Doomtree No Kings cut the top / head em off at the neck, better off dead, dead em all / better them than you, right? / Forever type shit
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "The Bends"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores now http://doomtree.net / http://smarturl.it/allhands

GENERATOR
Produced by Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / push it, push it / This is never settle
(Mike)
Clock em all day, chunk em all night / lookin for a fight / lean to the right or leave on your left / lean to the chest, drink to that bite / fock around and swing on a bigger man / Bing bing bing bing / ding ding, the bell ring in my head / shaved clean off the cleaver hand / Now the dude tink tink / click when he blink down the ramp of the minivan / Cuffs clink when they link round the wrist and I think / when I’m gonna sleep when I’m gonna eat again? / Give a what whatchoo think / give a none less whatchoo gonna do about / In the Minne we penny pinchin / any inch in we take a mile, style with a dump of pitch in, fixin a cinch / Have a Coke and a smirk, I’ll smack the taste out your shirt / Rushdie that or run a check / catch a fade or catch respect / Move around with a gat from a gun show / middle of a murder ‘Merica, murder murder not scareda ya / yeah I hearda ya, crew out like a hernia / We out
(Stef)
Had a rough one, the type make a man wanna jump from the top / and it sucks, make a tough wanna chuck hella rocks at the cops / but he stuck with his middle finger up lookin dumb on the block / out of luck with his generator dry tryna find a way to not die / Caught wide, open in the out there, no shade / going for the next wave, close shave / but he running out the clock though / Rock those in they silly ass faces / yeah, any damn day / I’ma reach out, you can touch faith / they can douse mud, we can soak bleach / Teach, work, live, speak that Doomtree
(Hook)
Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / Push it, push it / This is never settle / This is my theme song / hard as the brick that I cut my teeth on / soft as the science made you / push it, push it, push it / farther, louder, harder
(Dessa)
Full figure, nah full fact / bad with a ten-key, better with a black Bic / Ratchet clip for a garter belt / going Sally Hansen, nails hard as hell / Is that moonshine in a champagne flute? / Old English in a new tattoo? / What we do to be last the man standing / break an ankle to stick the landing / And I’ll be singing in the silo, let that echo clear my head / learn to tolerate the iocane, got real good at playing dead / Call to arms young statuettes / coquetting’s clever yet, bet / Venus de Milo’s better with her bayonet
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Generator"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

OFF in the DEEP
Produced by Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Stef)
Off in the deep, awesome often / no question, please back up off em / Back then we was on one / now we on two with like optional caution / Watching them watch, boss is a bit scared of the flock / lost in the mix, dare to get caught where you wouldn’t be dead / Better off, lead foot, yeah ready get set / Ain’t nothing better than kickin dust like you don’t give a shit / ain’t nothin new about this, ain’t nothing truer than death / eggs and wakey bakey babies, crazy for sleeping through this / Slippin hallucinogens into they juice and they gin / making Beliebers out of em, split em like 7 and 10 / Gutter baller stutter strut, fuck is up / Nutter Butter and a Snapple apple in a plastic cup / what the what
(Sims)
And I was all hunt / aimed it at the sun / banged it then I run / and it ain’t the same as I painted it / but damn if it ain’t fun / I was working on imperatives while they were crafting narratives / about who they are and what they do / I was on that show and prove / but that going for broke almost broke me in two / I laid it all on the line / no fault but the earth moved and I sunk in / and there it is somewhere along the way I buried it / I still don’t have that figured out / now I’m digging out / And I dig in, gun packed / trying to get that hunt back / I need a kill, need a kill / that’s how I was built / High wire no net / scars match, whole set / out for the kill, for the kill / for the thrill of it all
(Dessa)
I was young, my blood electric / head on fire / kissed every messenger / better yet got to send some myself / spent whole nights banging the bells / I was kite / above the water / too light for fears of falling / Every night went on and on and on and on / Didn’t want to lace it all up tight / wanted to catch the falling knife / running on faith and fallen arches / calling all archers to let fly / The shock of your body awake / a temple a tomb and a safe / it runs til it doesn’t, they come and take it away

DOOMTREE "Off in the Deep"

Raps by Sims and P.O.S
Beats by Lazerbeak and Paper Tiger (Sick Trim 4 Lyfe)

Recorded at Flat Black Studios
Engineered by Luke Tweedy and Joel Anderson
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

© 2024 Doomtree Records

Dead Meat

Raps by Dwynell Roland and P.O.S
Beat by YATA
Additional throwdowns by Casey Gerald and Ryan Amos
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Mud Tires

Tough Call, Camelot

Camelot

Tough Call

Preorder the LP at store.doomtree.net
Raps by Dwynell Roland and P.O.S
Beat by YATA
Additional vocals by Ryan Amos
Guitar by Damon Kalar
Additional throwdowns by Casey Gerald and Ryan Amos
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

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Throwing Ghosts (ft. Casey Gerald)

Seeing Friends EP out October 22nd on Doomtree Records
Created by Lazerbeak
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art direction and photography by TZBZ


Lazerbeak - "Chalk Days"

Created by Lazerbeak
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art direction and photography by TZBZ
Released on Doomtree Records

Threefers

Tease Business

Raps by Dwynell Roland and P.O.S
Beats by YATA

“WOE” and “Cold/Clone” produced by Ryan Amos
Horns on “Cold/Clone” by Jeremy Nutzman AKA Velvet Negroni
Guitar on “Throwing Ghosts” by Damon Kalar
Additional vocals on "Cold/Clone" and "Throwing Ghosts” by Ryan Amos

Engineered by Ryan Amos
Co-anchored by Casey Gerald
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

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Don't Call The Cops

No Parties

Cold/Clone (ft. Casey Gerald)

WOE (ft. Demon Marcus)

No April Fools joke here. After dropping the out-of-nowhere “Cross Countries” single earlier this week, Cecil Otter announces the immediate release of his new EP Dear Echo, available digitally through Doomtree Records.  Longtime Doomtree crew member and behind-the-scenes production wizard, Cecil has spent years developing his unique and signature sound, and Dear Echo pushes the genre boundaries even further for his most modern, lush, and experimental offering yet.  Recorded in Fall Creek, WI at Justin Vernon’s renowned April Base Studios, the six-track EP includes three brand new songs alongside their accompanying instrumentals, with production, songwriting, and vocals masterfully handled by Cecil himself.  Available now for download, Dear Echo will also see a vinyl release later this year.  Standard and deluxe LP  packages are now available for pre-order from the Doomtree webstore, and include limited-edition white vinyl and an extremely rare signed-and-numbered screen-print series featuring the artwork Cecil created during the Dear Echo recording sessions.

After self-producing several of his own solo albums throughout the 2000’s, Cecil Otter rose to fame as one half of the mashup duo Wugazi, a remix project that overlapped the gritty raps of Wu-Tang Clan with the sounds of post-rock vets Fugazi.  The project went instantly viral and garnered high praise from the likes of NBC, Rolling Stone, MTV, and even Jay-Z’s own site, Life + Times.  Dear Echo marks Cecil’s first new collection of solo material since 2008’s Rebel Yellow.

Dear Echo

Grime

Cecil Otter "Grime"

Doomtree announce the release of their single “Spill Me Up,” the first taste of new crew music since 2015’s critically-acclaimed All Hands album.  The track, which just premiered on The AV Club, features raps by Sims, Cecil Otter, and P.O.S, with a banger beat courtesy of Lazerbeak.

The entire Doomtree collective (P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Paper Tiger, and Lazerbeak) are hard at work on solo projects this year and will be hitting the festival circuit this summer. Tour dates are listed below. Be on the look-out for a load of new tracks all summer long.

Doomtree Tour Dates
6/18/16 - Los Angeles, CA - Belasco Theater - http://rrfest.com
6/25/16 - Grand Rapids, MI - Electric Forest Festival 2016 - SOLD OUT
9/17/16 - Fort Wayne, IN - Middle Waves 2016 - http://middlewaves.com

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Doomtree "Spill Me Up"

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Paper Tiger, Lazerbeak, and Andy Thompson
Cello by Dan Lawonn
Violin by Josh Misner

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/good-grief-single/id1298832658
Bandcamp: https://dessa.bandcamp.com/album/good-grief-single
Spotify: http://spoti.fi/2yWCpJF
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2llKF0A

GOOD GRIEF

Chorus
They say there’s good grief
But how can you tell it from the bad
Maybe it’s only in the fact
Good grief’s the one that’s in your past.

Verse 1
I got snow in my pockets
went down again head first 
laced drill bits to my pointe shoes 
pirouette through the hardwood to paydirt. 
Night falls, day breaks; time 
has a funny kind of violence and I’m 
tryna keep in mind 
it can’t leave you the way it finds you.
Good grief:
I’ve heard people say it,
what a phrase, what a state to be in
but I don’t know where they go to get get 
that feeling.
Good grief
and my knees stay clean not much for praying
I do my own stunts and my own saving 
but there’s something amiss 
something I been missing maybe maybe.

Chorus

Verse 2
This time my best wasn’t good enough
well, fuck, usually it is
and the air got a little rough
took off the fuselage, an engine, and both wings
but I’m willing to work for this
just show me where to dig
and I’m ready to hurt for this
I know exactly what this is—
Good grief
I want that good grief 
the one that heals me
that leaves me clarified by fire 
when I’m burned clean
tempered by light and heat 
ah, by the dead of morning
I’ll be better for it 
and then fortified I’ll rise.
Bust the hydrant, let it spray champagne
Wings are broken but I feel no pain
It’s real today, I know this feeling, let it rain. 

Chorus

Secrets don’t like to be kept 
all mine jumped over the fence
I guess I should be upset, 
but I’m in my nightgown on the lawn 
thinking, better that they’re gone 
I’ve been afraid of this so long 
it’s a relief when it goes wrong.

Cause I’m here now, and asking 
melt me down, recast me
burn me clean
like glass from 
sandy ground.
X2

Chorus

Good Grief

Dessa "Good Grief"

new DESSA 
album CHIME
in stores 2.23.18
pre-order: http://smarturl.it/DessaChime

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Andy Thompson
Additional production by Lazerbeak

LYRICS

I’ve been Wendy
living with the Lost Boys
youth spent as a deckhand on the convoy
moved every night to prove we were something
got confused if it was from or to that we were running. 
I've seen Gibraltar
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal
Soweto, Hagia Sophia 
Chefchaouen paints their walls blue
I’ve played to full rooms
I’ve played the fool too 
burning through the bottoms of a pair of new boots
Cut my hair
tape my tits down 
A woman on her own must be from out of town
funny, you don’t know the concessions that you’re making until you catalog em
and by then they’re many and you’re battle-hardened. 
Heat makes liquid of the asphalt 
keepsakes and parking tickets on the dashboard 
I'm here to file my report as the vixen of the wolf pack; 
tell Patient Zero, he can have his rib back. 

Chorus
You can count my ribs
Wanna know what class I’m in—
Count my,
You can count my ribs. 

You can’t be too broke to break
as a woman
Always something left to take 
so you shouldn't  
try to stay too late or talk to strangers
look too long, go too far out of range cause
angels can’t watch everybody all the time
stay close, hems low, safe inside;
that formula works if you can live it 
but it works by putting half the world off limits. 

Chorus

We don’t say, Go out and be brave
nah, we say Be careful, stay safe 
in any given instance, that don't hurt
but it sinks in like stilettos in soft earth,
like the big win is a day without an incident 
I beg to differ with it
I think a woman’s worth
I think that she deserves 
a better line of work 
than motherfucking vigilance.
Don’t give me vigilance
by definition 
you can’t make a difference 
if the big ambition 
is simply standing sentry to your innocence  
that’s not a way to live 
that can’t be what a woman is
that gives her nothing to aspire to.
What that is—
what that is
is just a life of running fire drills. 

We’re runnin fire drills.

Chime

Fire Drills

Dessa "Fire Drills"

Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Music by Chance Lewis, Lazerbeak, Andy Thompson, and Dessa

5 out of 6

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