Spin Cycle
 
It’s been a long time since you washed your clothes. The pile of laundry in your bedroom creeps further towards you every time you hurl another sweat-filled sock at it. Two, three weeks now? Excuses keep flowing. 
 
‘I don’t have time.’ 
‘Fabric softener is too expensive.’  
‘Those pants can be reused.’
 
You shouldn’t reuse pants. You know you shouldn’t reuse pants. 
 
A month of non-washing passes and it becomes too much. Some of your family aren’t talking to you anymore. Your partner’s eyes are starting to wander. Even your milkman has shunned you. 
 
You do the right thing - book a half-day off work - and do some laundry. 
 
Click goes the door of the washing machine and it’s off. You stand back, impressed with yourself. 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
Slowly at first, a warm feeling of bliss starts to grow and envelope the soul. 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
Gone is the nausea! Ridden are you of the guilt, the embarrassment, the social pariah-status! 
 
Round and round and round, it goes. 
 
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
 
Round and round and round, it goes.

Bag Of Cans - Spin Cycle

Try your best to get sleep tonight
When you’re holding on to the things that give fright
No need to run somewhere and hide
Know that you’re gonna be fine
Fine

Wait and the time will pass by
Wait and you’ll see the other side
In other words you’ll be alright
Oh and life wouldn’t leave you behind

Cut the sleeves off your shirt just like mine
But I still think that you’re one of a kind
Know when I look into your eyes
Know I can tell what’s on your mind

Wait and the time will pass by
Wait and you’ll see the other side
In other words you’ll be alright
Oh and life wouldn’t leave you behind

Someday it’s gone
Nothings forever
Then it’s all over
Someday it’s all gone
Then it’s all over
Tomorrow it’s all gone
Then it’s all over

A Place You Grew Up In

Cut Sleeves

Sitting down to my fifth pie and pint of the week, I realised that something must change.
There’s an unnerving feeling that you get when you know that you are digging your own grave.
Deep down in the dirt, covered in the muck. Always up to something, never up to much.
They know my name there, you know? There’s no shame in there, you know?

Is this the time to discard bases?
Lose ourselves in separate places?
Drown in seas of strangers faces?
All these changes.

And as the old gents left and they drew the curtains, suds fell flatter and I flatter still.
Past pride and dignity, there is just, still, one more bitter pill.
Deep down in the depths, I stop to catch my breath. I jump up on my feet. It is never safe to rest.
They’ve seen it all in there, you know? From brown to blue, to green to blow.

And down South’s a million miles away, from pot banks and pits and men of clay.
I fear it’s true, what they all say, “you are free to leave but you will always stay.”

Between the Oak and the Oatcake Shop, is where I stop to cut my cloth.
They say it’s true, we know it’s not, you can always twist on what you’ve got.

Gaze at moon and start to trot, to chippy’s fryers, spitting hot.
To poultry packaged perfectly, I drift across an endless sea.

Patio Gas are:
Jack Melvin: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Piano, Electric Piano, Synthesizers, Drum Machines, Orchestral Arrangement
Lewis Fernyhough: Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, 12-String Guitar, Synthesizers, Backing Vocals
Adam Heath: Drums, Tambourine, Cowbell, Shakers, Backing Vocals
Accompanied by the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

Produced by Jack Howorth
Additional Production & Mixing by Sam Carrick
All songs Written by Jack Melvin
Engineers: Jack Howorth, Sam Carrick
Mastered by Jack Howorth at The Warren Studio, Sheffield

Sleeve Concept, Design, & Art Direction by Jack Melvin
Photography by Jack Melvin

© 2023 Patio Gas

Digging Your Own Grave

Music toys with time. Or, maybe songs reflect back that time is always toying with us. The world of a song takes hold of us like an eternity to be lost in, with its repetitions and variations, but ultimately, as with everything else, it has a start and then ends. And there’s no place to lose time like San Francisco, where there are no seasons and all the seasons occur within one day; where the fog takes the space where your plans might have been; where there’s insane wealth all around and everyone you know and love is hanging on at the periphery and making art on any given Tuesday night. About Glenn Donaldson’s new record, "The Town That Cursed Your Name," he says, "I realized as I was piecing it together that it's a song cycle about trying to live while also feeling called to make music." It’s a double life when it works and a deeper doubleness to mirror the Gemini nature of songs themselves. "The Town That Cursed Your Name" contemplates this problem with wryness, generosity, and the micro- and macroscopic realness Donaldson is known and loved for.

Whereas the 2022 collection "Summer at Land's End" was a softer, gauzier world, "The Town That Cursed Your Name" is heavier, with fuzzed lines running through. "Leave It All Behind" starts out with an amorphous whine but quickly launches into something both supremely melodic and buzzing at the edges. "Here Comes the Lunar Hand" is an impressionist geometry that seems to capture the album’s themes without telling you how. Lyrically, Donaldson embraces the earnestness of his heroes Paul Westerberg and Grant McLennan. Sonically, late '80s college rock is filtered through song-forward lo-fi acts like East River Pipe and House of Tomorrow-era Magnetic Fields. Like the images that accompany his releases – flowers and residential street scenes are pushed to the breaking point with color – Donaldson’s songs are at the same time dazzling and lurid, beautiful and burdened, not unlike life as a musician around here.

In the liner notes, Donaldson dedicates the record "to everyone who ever tried to start a band in the Bay." There will be many knowing smiles at his title "Too Late For An Early Grave." But, this dedication captures something else about the particular strain of sincerity that laces the city water supply – the front man around here is on stage under those lights evincing the fervor not of the pop star but of the biggest fan.

-Karina Gill

The Town That Cursed Your Name

The Reds, Pinks & Purples - Too Late for an Early Grave

your hand, this sky

well i guess it's over 
you wish that you could keep her
there's no use in tryin'
cause she's gone
-
so let them go 
don't hold them  back again
-
just let it go
don't hold her back again-
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so your old heart is achin
it's her that you've been missin
but there's no use in tryin
cause she gone's

Just Let It Go

On the TV

Listen / Stream

Coolhand Jax - On The TV

Lone Flyer

sincerely, yours

thought it'd be you

Hundred Plus Club's new single "Garden Cruise" off their new EP Doom and Bloom (out 5.12.23).

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Written by Hundred Plus Club
Released by Admirable Traits Records
AT060

Hundred Plus Club - "Garden Cruise"

Songwriting and Composition
Zubin Pastakia, Aarifah Rebello, Apurv Agrawal

Additional writing
Jai Row Kavi (drums), Krishna Jhaveri (synth, bass)

Vocals & Harmonies
Aarifah Rebello

Lead Guitar, Bass VI, Synths & Backing Vocals
Zubin Pastakia

Rhythm Guitar, Additional Lead Guitar
Apurv Agrawal

Drums
Jai Row Kavi

Bass & Synths
Krishna Jhaveri

Synths
Sanaya Ardeshir

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Song Production and Arrangement
Krishna Jhaveri with Long Distances

Mix Engineer
Krishna Jhaveri 

Mastering Engineer
Kristian Montano

Artwork
George Joseph

Video & Additional Artwork
Saranya Murthi (tidal.wav)

Artwork Photography
Rono

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Lovesong for an Apocalypse 

In the morning light
Where the seagulls fly
Is where you will find me
With all our yesterdays

When the sea has turned
And the rivers burn
When the sirens ring
Will you wait there for me?

And you know we’re never going back
“Can we make it through?” I hear you say
Will we fall in the fight?
Can we keep it alive till it's coming through?

In this waking dream we’re stalling
Great divides are falling
By the side
It’s your guess or mine

Weak and weary
Can you even hear me?
If there’s nothing more to say
And nothing more to do?

And you know we’re never going back
“Can we make it through?” I hear you say
And we fall and we fight
And we keep it alive till it's coming through

Because the one thing that I know
Is that the centre will not hold
And the only thing we need
Are the feelings that we’re holding dear
Don’t leave me here alone
In fear, at the end

Fading, fading, I'm fading away
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm watching,
We’re fading
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm watching, keep fading, keep fading
I'm fading, I'm fading away
Gotta keep, keep it together
Gotta keep, keep it together

Because the one thing that I know
Is that the centre will not hold
And the only thing we need
Are the feelings that we’re holding dear
Don’t leave me here alone

Because the one thing that I know
Is that the centre will not hold
And the only thing we need
Are the feelings that we’re holding dear
I won't leave you here alone
In fear, at the end

Cut Sleeves

Laveda

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