Sing Into the Void is comprised of "lost footage" home recordings by Brett Vaughn and Mitchell Gonzalez that were found by Mitchell during October of 2023. All songs were recorded in Miami, Florida, presumably sometime between 2018 and late 2019.

Message from Mitchell and Brett:

In October of last year I stumbled across some forgotten home recordings of me and my good friend Brett Vaughn playing music together at his old place in Miami, Florida. We never intended to release these recordings, nor did we intend to record them at all in many cases. We would often leave recorders running and forget about them, only realizing later that we had recorded entire sessions filled with songs, improvisations, strange ideas, chatter, jokes, and ultimately the sound of two songwriters spending time doing what they love to do most: playing music.

Upon finding these recordings I began to sift through hours of them in search of something worth putting out. After a few weeks of digging through footage and trying to separate wheat from chaff, what emerged was a 36 minute/ 13-track album that I am very relieved to say is finally ready to see the light of day.

Sing Into the Void is the opposite of what one would expect from a conventional record. It is unplanned, unconscious of itself, and riddled with perfect imperfections, so to speak. I hope you all have as much fun listening to it as Brett and I had recording it.

Thank you Homero Ruiz ( Instagram: @hrz.iii ) and Mark Kramer ( Instagram: @shimmydiscofficial ) for lending your mixing and mastering skills to this project.

Enjoy!

- Mitchell

Im grateful. Mitchell did all the work. And said really nice things. Now I feel bad. Great job Mitch! Go Team!

P.S.
And also. I like it a lot.

- Brett 

Released January 21, 2024

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 13 - Written by Brett Vaughn
Tracks 2, 5, 6, 11, 12 - Written by Mitchell Gonzalez
Tracks 7, 10 - Improvised by Brett Vaughn & Mitchell Gonzalez

Artwork by Mitchell Gonzalez
Produced by Mitchell Gonzalez
Mixed by Homero Ruiz
Mastered by Kramer

Apartment

Mary Ohshieet

song off of a currently untitled album, which will be coming out eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later.

in passenger

spit (everyone will clap)

The impromptu second single for the upcoming ten year anniversary release 'Ten Years More.'

Banjohmin - Vocals, Lyrics
John - Art, Vocals, Music, Mixing, Lyrics

Lyrics:
John
We were told to keep ourselves in
So we threw hands in a bar filled to the fuckin' brim
I'd love to see the look on St. Paddy's face
While we all file into a bar and get fuckin' shitfaced 

We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor

We spread it wide
He spit it into my eyes
We scorched the skies
And razed the aisles
For Corona and limes

Banjohmin
Biding its time, for the DNA rhyme 
Coronavirus, saint Paddy’s papyrus 
Unfolded at the Saint Pat's day parade 
It’s gonna be a good one mankind going out in a blaze 
Of Guinness, bear witness, it’s the end of days!  
The snakes shall return, the shamrocks shall burn, 
The trees will all fall, and the ancestors decry 
Unless the folk offer up their unending piety.
The pirates man the ships, 
The fairgoers get pissed,  
Death lives on the meeting of infected lips!

We coughed on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We died on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We drank on the St. Paddy's Day Massacre
We thank St. Paddy on this day of loose liquor

The St. Paddy's Day Massacre

You feel like a fever
A warmth I just can't shake out

joy joy fever dream

LoBi LoBianco - Guitar, Vocals, Production

Conner Metz - Bass

Ian Arthur - Drums

Winnebago Blues

Spring Arrived Right In Time

I wish I could storm the beaches

Should I breathe
Should I wait until it hurts for when I leave
I know that joy won't last
And the summer will soon pass 
And the clouds will move in soon
And the sun becomes the moon

Do I wait until the flowers bloom
Or do I pluck them up to calm these moods
Wasps are buzzing through my skull
Let them turn me into human mulch