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Some Very Tiny Drawings

Electric Zia

http://www.mediafire.com/?c6bdpzncqmzhpf8

It's like a natural disaster for your ears! These songs were made in a basement during Hurricane Irene as the water slowly rose up past our eyeballs. We decided to make the album reflect the timeline of the storm: The creation of Irene, before she hits, the news sensationalizing her coming, when she hits, the damage she did, her passing and the aftermath. The whole bit.

The culmination of the Zia saga! Our little improv project has done for us all that we could've asked for and now we're moving on to some different music projects with new ideas and more structure. Veronica and I thank you for listening to our electric mess.

Special Thanks to Zia Mohiuddin Dagar and Allen Ginsberg.

R.I.P. My garden.

Zia 2

http://www.mediafire.com/?l86ec9ikou77ctl

This one sounds a bit less like acoustic anarchy (Look at that, we've lost our integrity already). I assure you it's still acoustic and improvised and all that jazz. Just shorter and more musical. Recorded in secluded fields, on roofs and the few beautiful places we discovered on Long Island. It's like summer ending for your ears!

Veronica: Guitar

James: Guitar, Banjo, Fracas Crank

Camy: Ukulele

Also keep an eye out for an electric album coming out soon!

Rongorongo

Photo Title: Visine Creation

Synaesthetic Compositions

Back Cover

http://www.mediafire.com/?rz91y2d169ml6rq

Rongorongo: Unintelligible throat yelling, fuzzed-out rock, short avante garde jazz compositions, a river of flies and ancient tradition. Guitar, clarinet, tin whistle, modified trumpet, slides, bells, bows and assorted jangly things.

Cover photo credit to Camy.

Tree Spirit and Sketches of Julian

Things from the school year. I'll get better scans and make the second one larger as soon as I can figure out how to use this conflabbin' computer.

New Album: Nonetitled

http://www.mediafire.com/?pwxw49nwtwdbb9z

A brief story celebrating the beauty of disintegration, of scalding noise and progressive destruction. The love of speed, breaking forward and casting aside all that is tame. A love song to the blossom as well as the bomb and all of the like obliterative beauties.

Nonetitled: similar to the long lasting sort of confusion you get sucking the exhaust fumes out of the tailpipe of a truck. It's industrialization for your ears. Chock full of good old fashioned subliminal messaging. Play this gently with a speaker on either side of you as you fall asleep tonight.