infinite time capsules

This is an old track that I loved the bass part for but wasn’t sure what to do with. I had one or two lines about UFOs that didn’t mean much but I liked the way they sounded. Eventually, I got around to fleshing it out with the help of Rick and Dan, but the lyrics seemed so elusive.

When I got my 2nd dose of the COVID vaccine I felt lethargic the next day… unable to focus on anything of substance. It was a good time to watch the dumbest UFO shows I could find. I took notes as I drifted in out of sleep.

When I came to, I was able to cobble together a narrative that’s a bit silly but addresses a deeper feeling of uncertainty and a desire to escape the mundane aspects of day-to-day experience.

— Ian

A dollop of rock and roll to hold you over until the next crisis.

— Dan

The original is a clever pop tune dressed up as a punk song. I wanted to reimagine it as if it were played by The Vaselines. Whether that mark was actually met can be left to the listener.

Regardless, what Wipers were doing in the early 80s was pretty groundbreaking. Incredibly influential to artists of the 90s, I don’t know if Greg Sage got the recognition he deserved as a songwriter and producer. You can buy his records and merch here.

— Dan

We made these songs over ten years ago. We never considered them properly finished so they never felt ready to release. At a certain point, editing them was no longer feasible and so we tried to forget about them. After all this time it became apparent this was no easy feat, if not impossible.

Many bands in the ’70s and ’80s wrote their best work and were snubbed by their labels. To truly invest yourself in something and never see it fully realized takes a toll. That kind of thing can end careers. Lucky for us, we didn’t have one.

Is the work worth anything? The perpetual question, unanswerable by us. The reception is an integral component of the creative act. Few have the courage to seek any assessment. In a world rife with unnecessary promotion, is it still possible to scroll and find a feeling?

For whatever the work is worth, it’s the best we could muster at the time. Rather than forgetting, we are choosing to let go of these songs, as is. Maybe it’s too little too late. Out of respect for Duchamp, you be the judge.

Besides, we’re sick of thinking about it.

— Ian

An improvised session with the band Faux Slang and Mike G. Recorded at our practice space in South Philly. This was released as a limited cassette at one of our shows with Mike’s band.

— Ian