"Walk the dog. Exercise. Make art.'The mind is happy when the body is.' Things I can potentially fill my days with if I am stuck at home for months on end... Then, one day, I hear a frenetic, free drummer playing in his garage a few blocks from me. And I think 'interesting'. I stand outside his garage staring at the wall, like a fool, for a minute, then decide to leave a note on the car parked there. This is how I ended up meeting and working with Ted Byrnes. He wasn't creeped out, and he ended up sending me a pile of truly spontaneous drums recordings from the carport to work with. I decided to have every musician come in one at at time and just take a wild pass at their track over the drums. None of these people had ever met or played together. I was the connecting thread. I scratched the surface initially with electric bass, saxophone, guitars, cuica, synthesizers, flute and effects, but soon realized I would need heavy hitters to make this place habitable. "Greg Coates, upright bass expressionist extraordinaire, hacked through the dense weeds, vines and frayed cabling. He lays the map out and makes breathing room. Space to swing a cat. Tom Dolas (keys), my often foil, came in and began tip-toeing through the rubble and refuse. Dotting the layout with flecks of light, flights of fancy and potential tangential trajectories. Then the finisher, Brad Caulkins on horns. As always, Brad came in like grace itself, scanned the floor for food, and huffed and puffed and blew the house down. He takes a bruiser situation and lends it some warmth and hospitality, old school. "After I spent a bit of time mixing and editing this down to a palatable offering I couldn't help but think about human consumption. ... Endless Garbage seemed a fitting title. A cacophonous and glorious sketch of ourselves. For fans of Albert Ayler, ECM records, Gong, improvisation, sustainability and consumption" -John Dwyer
Come Closer's knack for creating lo-fi, hook-laden tunes will make you want to instantly hit the "replay" button. Wang produced the record in his house with some help from an all star cast. Davey Quinn (Tiltwheel, Dan Padilla) & Chris Prescott (Pinback, No Knife, Rocket From The Crypt) lend their musical & engineering talents that helped bring this record to life.
BRAIN BAGZ Outta Salt Lake City no less, an amalgam of fried and freakish sounds that polluted stereos decades before, but stewed altogether nicely for a fresh take on infectious garage psych bile... "Psychedelic Jungle"-era Cramps be a good starting point fer the swampy sludge these Utah natives muster. But there's a heap of 13th Floor Elevatin', Sky Saxon seediness, Screamers raw synth pulse, Crime caterwaul, Scientists throb, even doses of Oh Sees hypno drone groove stomp layered upon each other in these cats' arsenic arsenal... probably/possibly the death cries of the band, BAGZ no more? Good we gots some tangible history before the going done gone... BLOODBAGS Brewing, and stewing, doing a good stretch of crafting new crudity from their lair with their rusty weapons, these Auckland NZ natives cooked a fresh batch half dozen of groove grime last 2019 year for this split w/their similarly monikered US tour buddies. Everything's tagged and bagged right? Attempting to harness hyped-up evil Chrome Crank groove to Hound Dog Taylor raw boogie was never an easy ask. Here ya gets the blind stabs and stumbles at such targets. Track by track ramble.
The CD's last song, "Empty Chairs," will strike a chord with her friends, peers, and mentors as a songwriter's lament. Bri sheds light on the constant struggle that every touring musician battles: the rollercoaster of how live show attendance, record sales, and ticket counts are the benchmark of how performers are judged in this business, and the toll the size of the audience can take on their heart each night. It's a song that let's the listener see inside of Bri's dream, and how important each set of ears is to her. Naturally, doubt can enter one's mind in any given situation; Bri shares how faith in her dream can at times be a struggle, despite her gratitude and obvious trust in the path God has chosen for her. She beautifully sings, "I'm grateful, but if they only knew, what's behind three chords and the truth. They only get to see me at my best, but I've been cursed and I've been blessed, by the answer to my prayers. It's hard to beat the thrill of a high, when I play a sold out night and feel like God has put me there. But Lord are you still with me, when i see Empty Chairs". Simple, yet masterful in it's message.