Spending today in the tone zone/drone zone with Ember Wreath. #emberwreath #ambient #vsco #vscocam (at The Office Recording)
Dreams // Oak Haven // 03.2014
I try to feed the good in of me,
but I’m on a budget and my demons are cheap.
They see the greed shine through my eyes,
All seven sins that I can’t hide.
They break me down
Like waves and tides
My favorite from our record
Do me a favor and check this out. Our entire record is up on bandcamp @ www.oakhaven.bandcamp.com.
Long Live // Oak Haven
Couch King is super excited to be streaming a brand new song by Sports. The band will be releasing We’ll Get to it Eventually on March 25th, followed by a record release show the day after. Stream “Illinoisy” by clicking Read More and RSVP to the release show here!
I’d unmake every plan if I could leave with you. I won’t be worth a thing if I leave this place, but it’s not a home. The first thing you build is never right, and it’s rarely safe.
While patiently questioning these decrepit surroundings, I have been disproven at every turn.
Let us not be found until our sun-bleached bones say, “We are at peace.”
Let us not be found until our sun-bleached bones say, “We are at peace. This is where we chose to love the way our feet touch the ground.”
Reblogging this for the morning crowd. So far I have been truly flattered by the positive reception and everyone’s kind words.
If you follow me but don’t know me personally, I have played guitar in Native Wildlife since we started in 2011, and I recently started doing lead vocals and lyrics as well. If you like music that takes the ambient/post-hardcore style in a new direction, please check this out. It would mean the world not only to me, but to my (wildly talented) best friends who make up the rest of the band. Thank you.
Check it. Who knew Santa was a yeller?
Working on an EP by a newer local band called The El Paso Gunfight. Not pictured: 6505+, JCM2000, V-4B.
So I rarely feel compelled to post anything on here anymore, but hey, here’s a record my band put out that I’m actually really proud of. If you’re into His Hero Is Gone or Cursed or American Nightmare or music about your feelings you might not hate this. Also Jungbluth is fucking sick and you should already be into them.
Recorded guitar & vox for the Callow side of this split, can’t wait to get my hands on a copy! Also TJ did guest vox on the second song and killed itttt
This is another song off of our 8 song LP coming out soon. Feel free to check it out! If you live in the southern MA/ Rhode Island area, come out to Dive Bar in Providence RI Friday! We playing with a bunch of great dudes.
2 Chainz didn’t accept our offer but this fine young piss drinker is currently killing a vocal track. Deathdealer is squad.
Happy Halloween from The Office. (at The Office Recording)
we released a cover of “Pet Sematary” by the Ramones today. head over to our bandcamp and download it for free! happy halloween.
Extreme makeover: studio edition. (at The Office Recording)
I had a lot of fun making this music and it means so much to me so you guys should listen to it ok bye
good to be back on the full time recording grind. #lessermen (at The Office Recording)
This song originally accompanied William James’ set closer “Greet Death” when we played a handful of shows together on tour with Native Wildlife in July 2012.
The version above was recorded live in December 2012 during the ‘January MMXIII’ sessions at The Office in North Andover, MA and features a new original poem from William James:
Someone has tampered with
the clocks in this house. A hand
sweeps and ticks, marks the passage
of a single monotone second, then
an era passes before next motion.
We’re told time travels on a linear path,
some great creeping thing moving
steadily from one point to next,
but the transition is not smooth. This
morning is a stuck gear, a slow turning
of screw to thumb. The same moments
ad infinitum, the exact same day
lived and relived with agonizing slowness.
For an entire lifetime, the clock is stiff
as starched sheets; for an entire lifetime
the hands do not move. Then nothing happens
and the wheels begin to spin again.
Someone is tampering with the machinery here.
Someone is fucking with time. All we are is
slaves to sunset, the metronome, the mercury
switch. Faster and faster we run, striving for
escape velocity. Eternally stuck in low earth orbit,
our timers counting down, reaching zero,
resetting like pins on a polished lane. Nothing
is novel in today. It is as we are, the same
smoke oil and gunpowder’d rust. In the beginning,
as it is in the middle, as it never reaches the end.
We are copies of copies, degrading in quality
with generational decay. Smears of black ink
chipped off acetate and plate glass.
Audio engineered, mixed and mastered by Mike Moschetto. Video shot and directed by Aviv Marotz and Mike Moschetto. Edited by Aviv Marotz.
just another effort to cement our status as the true bad boys of the merrimack valley hardcore scene
Recorded (and filmed) here!