MONDAY SEP 12, 2016
529 Presents:
Irrelevant Music Presents:
Gun Outfit
Arbor Labor Union | Mutual Jerk | Emily & The Complexes
Gun Outfit
“Gun Outfit” means music by Dylan Sharp (guitar, vocals, banjo, bass, balalaika), Carrie Keith (guitar, vocals, slide, violin), Daniel Swire (drums, percussion), Adam Payne (bass), and Henry Barnes (various stringed instruments, homemade and otherwise), human beings who live and work in Los Angeles, California. Their fifth album, and their second on Paradise of Bachelors, is called Out of Range.
The story of Gun Outfit begins eons ago with the wide diffusion of hominid life forms across what is now Africa, Europe, and Asia. Some of these hominids, we now know, were wild freaks. They loved to munch and browse around nonetheless, and as far we can tell, were desperate to persist despite the apparent superiority of Homo Sapiens, who was proud of caring for the lame, especially its various babies, and who consumed dung-grown psyche mushrooms heartily, for hunting purposes only, so that they could kill and explain and love themselves for all time. The Homo Heidelbergensis, the Homo Sp, Steinheim, and Swanscombe, and all the Erectus’s, these strange precursors with odd braincases filled with weird souls and mandibles for grinding bark types, had much difficulty keeping on and instead were commanded by time to vanish into mud embankments and genetic tracings. Homo Sapiens, meanwhile, fell in love with talk and important scribbling and wondered why it wanted to kill itself. Thousands of years of later, with wild and flamboyant lineages proudly twisting through only a fraction of their conceivably possible experience, Homo Sapiens made Gun Outfit. The entity was bound by the constraints of the actual existing world at birth, and as a result appears conceptually misshapen and physically clothed in pictures. With unprecedented access to technology, Gun Outfit duplicated itself and appeared in the marketplace, and was thus deformed. Hints of self-awareness, insinuations of worldly indifference, and overall positivity of intention were no match for the organizing principles of this world, and soon Gun Outfit witnessed itself building a website to represent itself. The organism adjusts as circumstances shift within the flux of overdetermined possibility. History rushes to explain itself, but its lessons are only quaint in their particulars and ridiculous in their epic generalities. The entity persists. Predictably, some struggling. The idea of perfection and the ease of exploitation contribute to the ruin of all minds. Reality lazily undermines attempts to represent it accurately in its entire fullness by performing insignificant miracles. By the effort of many years, we approach a meager crumb and are turned away. It returns as we panic and shows us what we should have known.
Trust not:
the self satisfied
the self
the satisfied
every other.
But honor the dead and the dying in song.
“Gun Outfit” means music by Dylan Sharp (guitar, vocals, banjo, bass, balalaika), Carrie Keith (guitar, vocals, slide, violin), Daniel Swire (drums, percussion), Adam Payne (bass), and Henry Barnes (various stringed instruments, homemade and otherwise), human beings who live and work in Los Angeles, California. Their fifth album, and their second on Paradise of Bachelors, is called Out of Range.
The story of Gun Outfit begins eons ago with the wide diffusion of hominid life forms across what is now Africa, Europe, and Asia. Some of these hominids, we now know, were wild freaks. They loved to munch and browse around nonetheless, and as far we can tell, were desperate to persist despite the apparent superiority of Homo Sapiens, who was proud of caring for the lame, especially its various babies, and who consumed dung-grown psyche mushrooms heartily, for hunting purposes only, so that they could kill and explain and love themselves for all time. The Homo Heidelbergensis, the Homo Sp, Steinheim, and Swanscombe, and all the Erectus’s, these strange precursors with odd braincases filled with weird souls and mandibles for grinding bark types, had much difficulty keeping on and instead were commanded by time to vanish into mud embankments and genetic tracings. Homo Sapiens, meanwhile, fell in love with talk and important scribbling and wondered why it wanted to kill itself. Thousands of years of later, with wild and flamboyant lineages proudly twisting through only a fraction of their conceivably possible experience, Homo Sapiens made Gun Outfit. The entity was bound by the constraints of the actual existing world at birth, and as a result appears conceptually misshapen and physically clothed in pictures. With unprecedented access to technology, Gun Outfit duplicated itself and appeared in the marketplace, and was thus deformed. Hints of self-awareness, insinuations of worldly indifference, and overall positivity of intention were no match for the organizing principles of this world, and soon Gun Outfit witnessed itself building a website to represent itself. The organism adjusts as circumstances shift within the flux of overdetermined possibility. History rushes to explain itself, but its lessons are only quaint in their particulars and ridiculous in their epic generalities. The entity persists. Predictably, some struggling. The idea of perfection and the ease of exploitation contribute to the ruin of all minds. Reality lazily undermines attempts to represent it accurately in its entire fullness by performing insignificant miracles. By the effort of many years, we approach a meager crumb and are turned away. It returns as we panic and shows us what we should have known.
Trust not:
the self satisfied
the self
the satisfied
every other.
But honor the dead and the dying in song.
Arbor Labor Union
"Arbor Labor Union play post-punk guitar rock in such a tried-and-true mold that you almost want to resurrect the term “college rock” — now defunct and totally meaningless — just for them. Born “from a peach tree in Georgia in the American south,” according to their bio, the quartet combines the droning jams of Luna with the tender tension of Ought (and the squealing yawps of Meat Puppets frontman Curt Kirkwood) on debut album I Hear You, one of the most satisfying full-band records of 2016’s first half. The tracks are long, the six-strings are loud, and the grooves are absolutely transfixing. Though the feeling they produce is old, the songs themselves feel new, just the latest in a proud lineage. The band offers in comment to SPIN: “We hold these truths to be self evident: This is now music of the modern era. No genre revival. If a voice within whispers “Listen” you must respond I Hear You. As did we and will continue to do. I love you." -ALU
"Arbor Labor Union play post-punk guitar rock in such a tried-and-true mold that you almost want to resurrect the term “college rock” — now defunct and totally meaningless — just for them. Born “from a peach tree in Georgia in the American south,” according to their bio, the quartet combines the droning jams of Luna with the tender tension of Ought (and the squealing yawps of Meat Puppets frontman Curt Kirkwood) on debut album I Hear You, one of the most satisfying full-band records of 2016’s first half. The tracks are long, the six-strings are loud, and the grooves are absolutely transfixing. Though the feeling they produce is old, the songs themselves feel new, just the latest in a proud lineage. The band offers in comment to SPIN: “We hold these truths to be self evident: This is now music of the modern era. No genre revival. If a voice within whispers “Listen” you must respond I Hear You. As did we and will continue to do. I love you." -ALU
Emily & The Complexes
Emily & the Complexes began as a solo outlet for singer/songwriter, Tyler Verhagen, while he was hitchhiking the country in his younger days. In 2012 he re-located to Columbus, OH where the full band was created with friends Tom Konitzer, Jordan Finke, and Brett Gregory. For three years the band toured extensively in support of their LP Styrofoam Plate Blues (2012) and 7" EP Dirty Southern Love (2014). After committing their lives to the project for three years, things began to change. In 2015 Emily & The Complexes was effectively on hiatus with drummer, Tom, moving to Brooklyn and Tyler hitting the road again. In the convening six months there were no shows, instruments went untouched, and people who had spent an inordinate amount of time in a van together rarely saw each other. From the outside it appeared to be the end, but on the inside there was a growing, unspoken consensus. After months away from music, the band finally got around to talking about the future. There were no concrete answers, just a single agreement: they were going to make another album even if no other person would ever hear it.
The band spent January 2016 in Brett’s basement in Columbus piecing together the songs Tyler had written. In February they headed to Chase Park Transduction in Athens, GA to work with beloved producer/engineer, Drew Vandenberg, for two weeks. The new album Baby, Get To It Before The Heartbreak. is what came out of those beautifully intense days in Georgia.
Album out August 19th, 2016
Emily & the Complexes began as a solo outlet for singer/songwriter, Tyler Verhagen, while he was hitchhiking the country in his younger days. In 2012 he re-located to Columbus, OH where the full band was created with friends Tom Konitzer, Jordan Finke, and Brett Gregory. For three years the band toured extensively in support of their LP Styrofoam Plate Blues (2012) and 7" EP Dirty Southern Love (2014). After committing their lives to the project for three years, things began to change. In 2015 Emily & The Complexes was effectively on hiatus with drummer, Tom, moving to Brooklyn and Tyler hitting the road again. In the convening six months there were no shows, instruments went untouched, and people who had spent an inordinate amount of time in a van together rarely saw each other. From the outside it appeared to be the end, but on the inside there was a growing, unspoken consensus. After months away from music, the band finally got around to talking about the future. There were no concrete answers, just a single agreement: they were going to make another album even if no other person would ever hear it.
The band spent January 2016 in Brett’s basement in Columbus piecing together the songs Tyler had written. In February they headed to Chase Park Transduction in Athens, GA to work with beloved producer/engineer, Drew Vandenberg, for two weeks. The new album Baby, Get To It Before The Heartbreak. is what came out of those beautifully intense days in Georgia.
Album out August 19th, 2016