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Bomb the Music Industry! grows from one dude two twenty-four boys and girls terrifyingly plowing through twelve punk rock tunes with about three million instruments. Alternative Press describes it as a "speedy mix of horns, synths, ska and punk with a healthy dose of humor" without even hearing it! How would you describe it after hearing it? Find out! Also it's a co-releaese with Asian Man Records with crazy liners and artwork! click here for the whole album! Download specific tracks: Artwork by Jeff Rosenstock for Media Frenzy Design Drums recorded by Joel Hatstat at the Bakery in Athens, GA in April 2007. 80% of the other instruments were recorded by Joel Hatstat at the Sweat Zone and the Goblin Campground in Athens, GA in May 2007. Additional recording was done by Jeff Rosenstock at the Posi-Box, Slantyland USA and a bathroom (Athens, GA), Rick Johnson at SuSuStudio (Grand Rapids, MI), John DeDomenici at Live the Dream Studios (Long Beach, NY) and Mike Costa at Stu Stu Studio (Deer Park, NY) Mastered by Jeff Capurso at Chase Park Transduction JOBS SCHMOBS: 493 RUTH: BIKE TEST 1 2 3: UNLIMITED BREADSTICKS, SOUP AND SALAD DAYS: NO REST FOR THE WHINY: 25 HOUR GODDAMN TELETHON: DEPRESSION IS NO FUN: I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE: PIZZA CLAUS IS COMIN' TO TOWN: NEVER TRUST A MAN WITHOUT A HORRIBLY EMBARRASSING SECRET: GET WARMER: THE LAST PARTY (FOUL):
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SUGGESTED DONATION: $5 US please note "bomb the music industry " in the subject or body of your donation. LYRICS AND EXPLANATIONS! This record was written over the period of six months in Athens, Georgia. There's a lot of firsts in this one: it's the first time a record has been solely based around a specific story arc in one location, it's the first time we've used live drums for a whole record, it's the first time a record has been demo'd and then re-recorded, it's the first time we used NO programmed synthesizers (all parts were played live, mostly analog) and it's also the first time anyone else has been involved with the recording process: mainly Joel Hatstat working the long long hot hot days of Bomb recording with me. The recording process for a lot of these songs I think was fuuuun and I'll go into a little more detail about below. However, something that I tried really hard to do on this one was keep things extremely specific (songs about moving into new houses, washing dishes, riding bikes) but at the same time ATTEMPTING to use those specific situations to express huge life issues and emotional distresses. This record for me is a lot about escapism, depression, addiction, social, physical and financial problems but ultimately I think it's about positivity. I'm pretty sure people other than me take little shit, read into it and have that shape the way they view the world. This record is about accepting that and at least not reading too much into THAT problem. We recorded this album in chronological order, labeled "Bomb 1" through "Bomb 11." When we stepped into the studio and got drums EQ'd, set up and everything, Brady picked up drumsticks and played Bomb 1 perfect on his first try. We were all confused and said "uh... you wanna do another take?" to which he said "uh... yeah, sure, why not?" His next take was also perfect so we were like "uh... we think that was right on? what do you think?" and he said "yeah... i think it was too?" This set the tone for the drum sessions; Brady went on to record twelve songs in five hours, many first takes. After all of which we said "yeah? alright! next!" We tracked the drums, key bass, piano, organ and wurlitzer at the Bakery in Athens, GA which was a bonafide REAL recording studio. It was fun to have a room with a bunch of cool stuff I've never seen before that we could use on the record. The "Kee Bass" in Bomb 2 was a one note pure booty bass synthesizer that looked kinda like an accordion. Andy Baker even let us taken out one of the analog Moogs to record on our own. MOST of the record was tracked at the Goblin Campground which was immediately renamed the Sweat Zone once the intense heat of May in Georgia crept up on us. The GC/SZ was an air-condition free art/warehouse space where Joel had been recording bands. We had been moving at a comfortable pace through April, planning on getting the album released in July by ourselves, however in April we got a call from Asian Man letting us know that they'd be into releasing the CD/vinyl and that our cutoff date would be May 31st if we wanted it out by the original time. After several text messages between Joel and I (including "fuck it" "why not" "yeah" "no sweat" and "timelord is on your side") we started REALLY digging in in May. Joel and I both had food service jobs (Joel a cook, me a dishwasher), girlfriends and scrabble addictions so every day in May was very very very long: it would usually start out with a game of scrabble at the coffee shop (why would we want to start early?) or joel cooking in the morning, setting up the computer, recording and mixing in a 100-degree-plus warehouse, working 'til 1 or 2 am, having about ten minutes for girlfriend time and then back into it the next morning. When Joel would work at night, I would record at my house. When I would work at night, Joel would mix. The final mixing, recording and mastering took place IMMEDIATELY before we left for a month-long tour in June; I was actually at Chase Park Transduction as Chotto Ghetto was picking up the keg for our tour kickoff show (which was, oddly enough, at the Sweat Zone.) The FUN part of the record started when Rick Johnson called me up and asked me if he could play bass on the record. I said yes of course, but Rick eventually realized he wouldn't be able to get to Athens to record in time. Once he started recording at his house in Michigan, we realized "fuck it. let's see if everyone wants to do this!" Sean McCabe got John and Mike (both ex-ASOBers and current Bombers) to record his trombone and mandolin in various bedrooms and bathrooms and Neil Callaghan recorded stuff in his log cabin in the wilderness that I guess still had high speed internet. We also tried to get everyone we could in Athens in on it; all of We Versus the Shark, friends from Cinemechanica, Subversivo and Garbage Island, friends n girlfriends and my personal favorite Ben from the bike shop next door from the studio (myspace.com/bens_bikes). So it was like a big party that no one really wants to go to, but once you look back on it, it really WAS a fun party! Jobs Schmobs At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold, at a computer where you're starting to lose you soul with a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six. At 7:30, man, you're starting to lose your shit. You're stuck all night with a boss who's in love with nobody but herself. An army of washed up musicians sit on her shelf. Patronizing, taking her problems out on you while you do the work that she's too lazy to do. "Do you like it now?" When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away. All ya need is two weeks. You can't leave or go to lunch. You have no health insurance. Two weeks vacation and you haven't been let off once. Suffer through insufferably boring days. You show up early and your boss always shows up late. "Later, suckers," you'll say. And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back. If you move on your music business degree is trashed. Soon we'll be on the road though, and soon we'll be driving fast so when your boss starts to cry do your best not to laugh. When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away. When your world and your friends and your job and your ends and your whole damn life starts to get away from you, you can go half a world away. All ya need is two weeks. 493 Ruth I brought a guitar. I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85. I could never understand why people can't begin again. It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key) We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring. I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen, Shake the shakes away. I could never understand why people can't begin again. Bike Test 1 2 3 Full speed along the North Oconee River. Swore off all prescribed medication and rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water. At the top of a hill at a very rapidspeed there's only one place to go. And it gets easier as I ascend my bike uphill on foot 'cause last time I kicked it into first I broke a gear by going too hard. And it gets easier as I pass the Edward Scissorhands village where privileged white kids date rape girls and taunt me in their SUV's. And it gets easier as I see the double vans in our driveways, I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat. And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better. Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs, paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns. I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer. And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name and nothing to do with the rest of the day. No parties last all night, just tv and websites and reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times. Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? It's really not funny how bad I am with money so let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else. I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, somebody break out the no more tears. As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes; it's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth with a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through. I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, and no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again. No Rest for the Whiny We got knocked off the horse and we can't get back up. We can try to change but we've still got our bills that we gotta pay. And the payments stay the same no matter where you move and no matter how cheap the rent. Stop screaming for a change. And the irony of plastic is when it starts replacing cash, soon enough you have no cash and it gets replaced with debt and all you're left with is past mistakes and the envelopes change color: all dimly lit pastels, they go white, then yellow then pink. It's like a fucking party to celebrate that you're fucked.
While you can't get a decent wage, I still can't find a job. Yeah, my life just repeats the 2005 series of rejected applications and me botching interviews and waiting for phone calls from a temp agency that never calls at all. It's never easy it's always electric flow... The attack, I'm feeling the attack, I'm feeling the attack It's hard to pay the bills whne you can't work a forty hour week. 25 Hour Goddamn Telethon No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch. Problems are all I create. So can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away? Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left. And in four months when it finally gets warmer, Another boring story, another problem self-imposed. Got a lot of shit on my head. Ian Graham says it's a temporary solution to a permanent problem. Got a lot of shit on my head. It took her to the hospital and then her parents' house. I got my hands in my pockets and a hood tight over my head. I Don't Love You Anymore I don't love you anymore. And all the money I spend is my money again And all the time that I waste repeating mistake I don't love you anymore and no this isn't some mistake. Every night I spend with you Get off your ass and work this out. I don't love you anymore and no this isn't some mistake. Pizza Claus is Comin' to Town Let the day roll in. Let the shit roll in. Let the shit crash down. Today I played my first show in like twenty-seven days Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces of the people, the places, the music, the faces, when we could talk in present tense without being complacent and when we could be more honest without being fucking wasted. Do you think I wanna be this way? (leave the pit giving pizza to the homeless, show up late at the bar the drunks are talking about politics (i'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours at 8 am) step in the shower, the water cascades down my head like the dirt on the hood of a six year old van) ... and go to sleep. Never Trust a Man Without a Horribly Embarrassing Secret Remember when we danced at shows, before we all stood in the back? I guess I got back on the horse as I get on another plane. So I need damage control. I don't know if I wanna do this for you This isn't how I pictured things: I don't wanna make new friends. Me, I won't impress. I'll bore you with kindness. Ya don't need damage control. I don't know if I wanna do this for you Get Warmer It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today? It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's first snow. Let's live like elephants 'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today. But it never seems to get warmer. The Last Party (Foul) A roof in Greenpoint and a keg of shitty beer. They say to live is to have no regrets I'll hang around 'ti I love this shitty town
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