8 Track mini album. Alt. Rock, weird garage and slight folk. Made at home.
"A lost boy in a pink suit walks down the middle of a lonely highway, the road stretching back into the horizon and a past he can’t always remember but then again can’t completely forget, as hard as he might try. A female aviator, smiling with the crowd and her aircraft behind her, then posing for an official portait, formal but movie queen glamorous, and once more in her plane, up in the clouds, never to come home again. A French film star smells a flower, lost in thought, the perfume as fleeting as her too-short life. Three delinquents, dancing in a café – an epiphany before it all falls apart – they’ll either end up dead or doomed to conventionality. A peyote prophet of the Beat underground glowers from a mural on a wall in Mexico during the Day of the Dead, one minute lost in another dimension and the other staring steely-eyed at the camera, holding a gun and waiting for the next game to begin. And all these moments hidden in the pages of comic books and arcane tomes filled with alchemical symbols and the faces of women who have died or otherwise gone missing – sucked into another dimension – with only dog-eared snapshots, scratched reels of celluloid and worn shellac discs to remind us they were ever really here.
These are the images on the cover of "Alchemists and Lost Sweethearts" – a 20 minute EP that is the second release by The Dead West. This picture gallery is an introduction and set of clues to the world that you will find in the music - visual representations of the anecdotes, reports, confessions, come-ons and love letters running through the tracks of the record. There is alchemy and lost love, as well as debauchery, loneliness, paranoia, abandon, broken promises, narcolepsy and maybe (just maybe) a kind of transcendence, even if it is just getting lost in the clouds or on the road somewhere.
Oh, but did I forget to say that these are also pop songs? Eight of them. Some ragged, some lovelorn, one or two demented, a couple lost in space, maybe a few lying in the gutter but all of them looking up at the stars. A mini jukebox – there’s one of them on the cover too. We hope you’ll want to keep popping a coin into the slot." - David Thompson.
credits
released October 1, 2011
Stephen Benson : Electric Guitar, Violin, Drums & Vocal.
Marc Gillen : Electric Guitar, Bass & Vocal.
David Thompson : Electric & Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Mandolin & Vocal.
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