mewithoutYou - [untitled] e.p. & [Untitled] LP (2018) Album • Page 11

Call me crazy, but I kind of like the delayed vinyl shipment thing. It allows you to have another mini album release feeling when it arrives.

 

hopefully a tour announcement with the press release tomorrow?

 

You're crazy!

 

Yeah, but I wanted those prints of the album covers, don't really care about the rest though.

 

Fucky fucky fuck f uck god I want money

 

nah, he's alright

 

You’re all false

 

Snagged the yellow with the bundle. I couldn’t justify spending over $100. I’m happy with my purchase!

 

digital download came with them in a text file, I can post here if you want?

 

This just in: the EP is fantastic.

 

Fuck. I bought the yellow vinyl as well

 

from the standard vinyl description

wonder what the different themed lyric booklets are?

 

That 60-page art book is going to be beautiful. I cannot wait to get it.

 

Honestly if we just got this EP I wouldn't be that upset this is soooo good.

If the other 12 tracks are this level of quality this album is gonna be so huge

 

The LP is supposedly really heavy, right?

 

I should just be patient, appreciate the offer though!

 

Site description says the album is the chaotic part of this recording session as opposed to the softer EP.

 

full e.p. lyrics - sorry bout the long post

Bethlehem, WV

To which shepherd’s field did which angels descend?
& what’s this about eternal non-existence at the end?
a stranger’s face appeared--they say he lost his mind
(or too much found his mind?) I hear it all the time.
vibrations rose in waves from a sea of discontent
dad used to talk about for days, I finally tasted what he meant.
Your carcass on the ground brought vultures to their eyes,
my frontal lobe is shutting down.
I bet you hear it all the time.

To which shepherd’s field did which angels descend?
Or is blessedness revealed to those of us who best pretend?
Some counterfeit ideas form ideas all their own
I watched them spread for years to my unsuspecting bones
and the nights my heart was tired you sang your saccharine song,
but when your mouth was quiet was the sweetest sound of all
“soon our ransomed souls will leave this age behind
for streets of solid gold,� I hear it all the time.

on a West Virginia road,
I did just as I was told.

Winter Solstice (alt. version)

Winter solstice, the earth open wide
with a heart crushed like footsteps in snow
(((fictitious persons disclaimers implied
to all listening from rooftops below)))
it had rained and the air was like perfume outside
as the sky changed

we began when the ground was still dry
planting vineyards where vineyards don’t grow
shaping cypress with pitch on both sides
for the nights when our trumpets won’t blow
that regret still there circling like vultures inside
as your face changed?
They don’t stay inside.
(there but for Thy grace go I...)

through the eyes of machines immaculate scenes
that had already passed me by
all the stars on the ground, Noah’s ark in the clouds
set sail in the flood of my mind,
the other animals drowned in blasphemous towns
and asked as they passed me by
“was to do as I please a European disease?�

Winter solstice, the earth open wide
with a mouth closed and face carved like stone
dressed the dawn in the air drawn designs
as the sounds rose in waveforms unknown
and you smile but your vampire complexion still shows
so the past goes.

August 3rd, all the earth had closed down,
so with breastplates of righteousness low
searched for streams in the caves underground
where the Baptists and bootleggers go
when the sun hits Deer Flat your reflection still shows
and your past shows.
It’s really all that shows
(so often unrecognizably so)

We gave up on our dreams for those projected on screens
that had already passed me by
with further suffering found in our insufferable sounds
and the thought in the back of my mind:
“does my misery feed a metaphysical need
that’s long since passed me by,
neither reasoning why
nor offering reply?�



Dirty Air

Something in the vein of the cities on the plain
containing decades knitted into single thought
before your empty hearse contributed a verse
it drove in figure 8’s of endless parking lots
our songs stood idly by as they raised the ridge beam high
and once the recompense of senses had begun
your maladjusted eyes shouted out “anaesthetized
castration en masse, anyone?�

ce n’est pas une chanson sur une peinture d’une pipe

[don’t you think it’s time?]

Something in the vein, a blockage in the brain
and if it’s all the same I’ll graciously decline
that dread night you heard I heard you came with tender words
and all the proper paperwork to sign
Now when his ghost comes in to finally rest its phantom limbs
and I again begin to fill your flask with tea:
“you think you’ve spent your years in search of something real?
but you would’ve failed the same,
child, if you were me.�

ce n’est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pipe
ce n’est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pédophile
ce n’est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pipe


[don’t you think it’s time to take your fangs out of my mind?]

Cities of the Plain

PHARAOH SONG:
is there a balm in Gilead
to heal the sin-sick soul
and make the wounded whole?
Thirty sons’ thirty towns’
mournful sounds
formed beneath the sword and crown---
caught up in the green screen clouds
FIREY RAIN:
brimstone came pouring down
on the cities of the plain came down?
on children of the same came down?

But Mary, don’t cry
please don’t you cry
Mary, please don’t you cry

BRIDE [adorned in garments of salvation, torn]:
A promise to an air sign
born on the cusp of Capricorn?
DAUGHTERS (of Jerusalem):
Arouse, ye love!
SONS (overusing sounds like “love�
w/ its permission or an emphatic absence thereof):
Harvest past, summer’s end,
if we still are not saved,
was I not sufficiently ashamed?
neither did I blush save to speak your name?
SERAPHIM & CHERUBIM:
[serving Arab wine from Hebrew skins
in whose anger you’ll find no sin]:
Now’s as dreadful a time as any to begin

But Mary, don’t cry,
please don’t you cry
Mary, please don’t you cry.


Existential Dread, Six Hours' Time

Nexus-6 Replicants aligned
existential dread, six hours’ time
preconscious insect, red glowing eyes.

I gladly would’ve let you fall,
wouldn’t drag my conscience down at all,
halfway integrated circuits
paltry as we are,

are we never gonna be the same?

From what the rest of us could tell
dad tried his best but finally fell
apart at just my age.


August 6th

Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:

“Back when our common cause was alive, and--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom, children watched as the soldiers marched by, all the birds fell like frogs from the sky, prostrate in the streets every crescent moon, lonesome offspring of which still resound with the victimless sins of their authors passed down and the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds along the short path round the lily pad pond with off-white deerskin wedding dress on, German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order Amish girls jilted by squirrels in the parks of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion dolls making up myths about wounds without cause...�

and sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels like Guernica.

[scenes from old air raid] on screens in blue dusk
perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like
flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
sirens whose light floods the ground
(“praying mantis spreads arms� said the lines of whose palm?)
skyline shifting like clouds became “airplane descends�
[fade to scenes on the ground]
human foreheads all smashed, foreign cars upside down,
insect mouths open wide I stared down a huge insect
bright red-glowing eyes,
[does it feel wrong to say a thought “metastasized�?]
legs on both highway sides,

s a i d i n s e c t w a s m e c h a n i z e d ! ! ! ! ! !


Kristy w/ the Sparkling Teeth

Brand new bright lights of Arco, Idaho go dim
One delusion runs its course, its companion thereupon begins
Old ghost white face of impatience wearing thin,
casting quiet curses as of course they came back round again
in spite of wonders, disbelief

We spent our nights climbing towers built on songs
from the obsolete inscriptions of the sons of Babylon
Were you not carved among the hunters and their king
w/ their chests adorned in necklace & their arms like falcon wings?
were you not forged in grief,
avenging lions in the alabaster bas-relief?
Kristy with the Sparkling Teeth!

 

The only thing I remember them saying is that there was one track that had this heavy trippy vibe, but I can't remember anything that's been said about the record as a whole. I'd be kinda into it though if they put all the easy listening on the EP and the LP was just 12 rippers

 

10-03 Brooklyn, NY @ Elsewhere
10-04 Boston, MA @ The Sinclair
10-05 Pawtucket, RI @ The Met
10-06 Ottawa, ON @ Babylon
10-07 Toronto, ON @ The Legendary Horseshoe Tavern
10-08 Buffalo, NY @ Mohawk Place
10-09 Columbus, OH @ Skully’s
10-10 Pittsburgh, PA @ Mr. Small’s

10-31 Grand Rapids, MI @ The Pyramid Scheme
11-01 St Paul, MN @ Turf Club
11-03 Denver, CO @ Marquis Theater
11-04 Salt Lake City @ Metro Music Hall
11-06 Portland, OR @ Wonder Ballroom
11-07 Seattle, WA @ The Crocodile
11-10 San Francisco, CA @ Rickshaw Shop
11-12 Los Angeles, CA @ Teragram Ballroom
11-13 Phoenix, AZ @ The Crescent Ballroom
11-15 Austin, TX @ Mohawk
11-16 Dallas, TX @ The Curtain Club
11-17 Memphis, TN @ Hi-Tone Cafe
11-19 Nashville, TN @ Mercy Lounge

11-28 Akron, OH @ Musica
11-29 Indianapolis, IN @ The HiFi
11-30 Chicago, IL @ Lincoln Hall
12-01 Lexington, KY @ The Burl
12-02 Atlanta, GA @ The Masquerade (Hell)
12-4 Baltimore, MD @ Ottobar
12-05 Philadelphia, PA @ Theatre of the Living Arts

 

This is maybe the most perplexing and interesting thing they’ve released — it’s a lot looser than anything else they’ve done, and Aaron is almost singing straight-up hooks. I fucking love it. ‘Dirty Air’ is such a jam.

 

sorry I missed this - just skip my long post up a few comments :D

 

Is Kristy mewithoutYou doing The Beatles or am I crazy?

 

how come hes too much of a coward to sing in animal grunts then

 

Press release stolen from Reddit

"Since their formation in 2001, mewithoutYou have become a standard-bearer for their genre (whatever genre that may be). Across six full-length albums and a handful of EPs, the Philadelphia band—alternately labeled experimental punk, post-hardcore, indie rock, etc.—have long put a premium on progression, never anchoring themselves to a single sound and instead gracefully wandering across stylistic lines. It’s that same spirit that informed the band’s upcoming seventh album [Untitled], their second for Run For Cover Records, as well as its accompanying EP [untitled].

“It’s a perennial question within the band of how far to push out into the unknown,” says vocalist Aaron Weiss. “Of course it's nice to do something new, but to what extent, and to what end?” For [Untitled] novelty came naturally. Weiss had become a husband and father and relocated to Idaho, where a makeshift home studio rig and MIDI keyboard facilitated lo-fi, synthetic experimentation. Meanwhile in Philadelphia, guitarists Mike Weiss (Aaron’s brother) and Brandon Beaver stockpiled ideas ahead of the recording session with producer Will Yip. And the addition of Dominic Angelella—who took up bass duties while Greg Jehanian was on sabbatical (he’s since returned to the band)—gave drummer Rickie Mazzotta the chance to spread out and explore a new sonic palette. The result is two works of tragicomic beauty, the likes of which only mewithoutYou could create.

What begat this wealth of material was not just the band’s distance, which allowed its members to write freely, but personal and social matters that forced Weiss to explore himself in a more granular way. “I thought I was going to write a record about the 'rising political tide,' but that didn’t happen,” he says. Relational turmoil, including certain tensions within the band, were a more immediate catalyst for creativity, as outside forces pushed Weiss to look inward and focus on the things he could change about himself. “Whenever I pointed a finger 'out there,' I tried to pull it back and ask, ‘What does this say about me that I'm having this reaction?’” There was no shortage of material in this self-examination, as Weiss hints at a prolonged, intensely bizarre psychological journey that accompanied the songwriting. When pressed for more detail, he's uncharacteristically guarded. "I'm usually pretty transparent about what inspired a given project, but that's not gonna work this time."

The lyrics on [Untitled] are still deeply poetic, and the themes are familiar—e.g., mysticism, metamorphosis, mental illness—but, moreso than recent mewithoutYou albums, are built on Weiss’ lived experiences. He describes his attempts to "go into greater depths of whatever I am and face what's there—however petty, incoherent or humiliating—and emerge with some reason for hope, a reason for joy regardless. To have that be the takeaway, to stare down my deepest misery and sickness and then find a positive resolution, that’s at least part of what I'm going for.” It’s noticeable in tracks like “Julia,” “Flee, Thou Matadors!," and "Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore," as mewithoutYou transmute their most primal urges and "non-drug-induced hallucinations" into expansive, all-consuming compositions that feel outright celebratory by the end.

While Weiss may appear to be at the center of the journey on [Untitled] and [untitled], his bandmates trace similar paths forward. Beaver and Mike Weiss craft rich, intricate guitar melodies and psychedelic panoramas that quake deep inside the listener's chest, while songs like “Wendy & Betsy," "Cities of the Plain," and “Winter Solstice” find the band at its most chaotic, meditative, and pop-oriented, respectively. This expansiveness can likewise be felt in the rhythm section, as Angelella and Mazzotta guide the albums through a dizzying array of landscapes, anchoring the explosive moments and giving the ambient sections a propulsive heft.

With [Untitled] and [untitled], mewithoutYou have created a body of work that is heartbreaking, surreal, and downright revelatory, but still mighty fun. Its scope can be detected in the music as well as Weiss’ words, as he solemnly plumbs the depths of his soul without losing a certain lighthearted optimism. “I guess I need to hit rock bottom and experience some kind of quasi-trauma. It tends to sharpen my senses and strip away what's superfluous and leave me with a more bare bones, crystalline understanding of where I’m at,” he explains. "It also helps my otherwise impoverished sense of humor. After all, it's a pretty silly thing we're doing."

Their finest work to date, [Untitled] and [untitled] secure the band's position as a pacesetter in the world of thoughtful, aggressive music. "