Do You Know What Time It Is?

Drive Away

Eat The Rich Ep

STOP

dark alt.rock in the vein of Afghan Whigs, albeit with a much, much worse singer.
written in the '90s, forgotten in the '00s, tracked in the '10s, and mixed in the '20s.

like we are

My 5 year old daughter said she had to write a song the other day when we were on our way home and this is what she wrote.

Snowflake

Snowflake (by Stella Woosley)

Throwing Muses New track 'Bo Diddley Bridge'
From new album ‘Sun Racket’ out 4th Sept

Pre-order: https://fire-records.lnk.to/TM_SunRacket

Throwing Muses return and sing songs aquatic; toasting the dark blue of the water, the New Orleans bywater viewed from New England’s Bo Diddley bridge. The bridge collapsing, the water waiting – who’s saving us?
 
Returning with their signature sound, the legendary Boston trio Throwing Muses, consisting of Kristin Hersh, David Narcizo and Bernard Georges, release their tenth studio album ‘Sun Racket’ on 4th Sept via Fire Records.
 
The follow up to 2013’s ‘Purgatory/Paradise’ is an outpouring of modal guitars, reverbed shapes, pounding drums and driving bass set behind Kristin Hersh’s well-thumbed notebook of storylines and haunting vocals that get into your psyche.
 
A ten-song opus of suitably wrought tales set against a wall of sound that’s at once calm and ethereal before building into glorious cacophonous crescendos.
 
Drummer, David Narcizo: “Sun Racket has always been geographical... a transplanted southerner in New England crash landing in California. A West Coast sound at New England scale, dragged back down to the south where the elements got more aggressive but now with deeper roots.”
 
When they made their last album a few years back, they were shattered. Pieces were coming and going, elements repeating and charging the whole. “It sounded beautiful jumping around like that.” Two-minute songs reappearing as twisted instrumentals or another song’s bridge. They mimicked the effect live which kept them on their toes. Whatever was happening was already over in other words.
 
‘Sun Racket’ is the opposite. It refused to do anything but sit still. It says, “sit here and deal.”
 
“All it asked of us was to commingle two completely disparate sonic vocabularies: one heavy noise, the other delicate music box. Turns out we didn’t have to do much. Sun Racket knew what it was doing and pushed us aside, which is always best. After thirty years of playing together, we trust each other implicitly but we trust the music more” - Kristin Hersh
 
Hersh’s songwriting is like a poison pen letter revealing terrible secrets.
 
“I don’t regret a single drop of alcohol” ‘Milk at McDonald’s’ admits. This is tell-all phone-in radio, these are everyday stories, the puzzles of life.
 
“The devil has no soul” closing cut, the mysterious ‘Sue’s’ explains.
 
And so, they continue. Business unusual.

Throwing Muses - Bo Diddley Bridge

In this episode, John turns up to hear Eva has discovered a story she’s pretty certain will pique his interest. She starts to tell him about a transhuman hero by the name of Dr. Phil Kennedy, and it leads to some pretty interesting places by way of Belize. By the end of the episode, Eva will have left the building, getting on a Trans-Atlantic flight to follow the story….

E4: FINDING PHIL

Throwing Muses new single 'Dark Blue'
From new album 'Sun Racket' out 22nd May
Pre-order: https://fire-records.lnk.to/TM_SunRacket

“One of America’s finest guitar bands” The Quietus
 
“A ground-breaking band who changed the face of alternative music rather than follow the rule book.” MXDWN
 
Throwing Muses return and sing songs aquatic; toasting the dark blue of the water, the New Orleans bywater viewed from New England’s Bo Diddley bridge. The bridge collapsing, the water waiting – who’s saving us?
 
Returning with their signature sound, the legendary Boston trio Throwing Muses, consisting of Kristin Hersh, David Narcizo and Bernard Georges, release their tenth studio album ‘Sun Racket’ on 22nd May via Fire Records.
 
The follow up to 2013’s ‘Purgatory/Paradise’ is an outpouring of modal guitars, reverbed shapes, pounding drums and driving bass set behind Kristin Hersh’s well-thumbed notebook of storylines and haunting vocals that get into your psyche.
 
A ten-song opus of suitably wrought tales set against a wall of sound that’s at once calm and ethereal before building into glorious cacophonous crescendos.
 
Drummer, David Narcizo: “Sun Racket has always been geographical... a transplanted southerner in New England crash landing in California. A West Coast sound at New England scale, dragged back down to the south where the elements got more aggressive but now with deeper roots.”
 
When they made their last album a few years back, they were shattered. Pieces were coming and going, elements repeating and charging the whole. “It sounded beautiful jumping around like that.” Two-minute songs reappearing as twisted instrumentals or another song’s bridge. They mimicked the effect live which kept them on their toes. Whatever was happening was already over in other words.
 
‘Sun Racket’ is the opposite. It refused to do anything but sit still. It says, “sit here and deal.”
 
“All it asked of us was to commingle two completely disparate sonic vocabularies: one heavy noise, the other delicate music box. Turns out we didn’t have to do much. Sun Racket knew what it was doing and pushed us aside, which is always best. After thirty years of playing together, we trust each other implicitly but we trust the music more” - Kristin Hersh
 
Hersh’s songwriting is like a poison pen letter revealing terrible secrets.
 
“I don’t regret a single drop of alcohol” ‘Milk at McDonald’s’ admits. This is tell-all phone-in radio, these are everyday stories, the puzzles of life.
 
“The devil has no soul” closing cut, the mysterious ‘Sue’s’ explains.
 
And so, they continue. Business unusual.

Throwing Muses - Dark Blue

Drifting servants and
The analytical outcasts
Virtually join me in the basement for a
Mystic mama breakfast

Mystic mama breakfast
Mystic mama breakfast
Why don't you meet me in the basement for 
Sunday morning mystic mama breakfast

There were futurists who told me
(in the 1970s)
There would be days like this
(and I read all that shit, too)
So, some days feel familiar and
Other days feel just like a test

Drifting remnants in the alley way
Analytical outcasts
Virtually join me in the basement for
Mystic mama breakfast

Mystic mama breakfast
You know I'm feeling no pain
I know that everything's not alright
By the look on your face

Everyone says they have so much time, now
You only got so much left
Get busy living or
Get busy dying
On our mystic mama breakfast

Mystic Mama Breakfast

genderfunk 2069

Tear Gas n Neon

I'm a songwriter/multi-instrumentalist and recording hobbyist from the Dayton, OH area. I used to record on a Fostex four-track cassette deck, then using a Playstation into a VCR. For a long time, i had a debilitatingly painful tumor in the end of one of the fingers on my fretting hand, which severely limited my ability to play music. After well over a decade, i finally had it surgically removed. Now i'm super old and making music again. These are my first recordings in many, many years.

like we are

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