Some time has passed since the Austin based 5 piece outfit Sad Accordions have released any recorded material, but the band is now set to release the follow-up to their full length A Bad Year For The Sharons. The 6 song EP titled the colors and the kill will be released digitally on March 1st, 2011 with limited edition hand designed CD's available from the band and at their shows.
Recorded and mixed by Andrew Hernandez (Balmorhea, Tiny Vipers, Sleep Whale) @ Premium Recordings in Austin, TX, the 6 song EP finds Sad Accordions delving into a songwriting format not previously heard recorded. A recording that will begin to define the evolution of the band and its collaborative songwriting style as each track passes. Slow building rockers that collapse into sonic landscapes cohabiting with delicate looping acoustics and moody lyrical intensity.
"To us, this record feels like the beginning steps of becoming a different kind of band than the one that we have been. It feels like a collective growth, one that we've all experienced and participated in together. We're very happy to have it out in other people's ears, and we're looking forward to seeing how we continue to grow and to change, as individuals and as a band." -Seth Woods
released March 1, 2011
arranged and produced by sad accordions and andrew hernandez
recorded and mixed by andrew hernandez @ premium recordings, austin, tx july 2009
mastered by carl saff @ saff mastering, chicago, il
painting: ben lance
design and art direction: joy gallagher
sad accordions are: joy gallagher, nathaniel gallagher, lee kitchens, ben lance, seth woods
additional vocals on "inside out" by andrew hernandez
music by sad accordions, lyrics by seth woods, © 2011 sad accordions/firemarshall productions,
"sacrificial chumpsucker diatribe" music by ben lance, lyrics by seth woods © 2011 pillbox publishing/firemarshall productions;
"fallen czars" music and lyrics by ben lance © 2011 pillbox publishing;
"the holy desert blooms" music and lyrics by seth woods © 2011 firemarshall productions.
and if the duty of my dejections
takes me into the sky, no one
must follow me. Not mother
made of balsa wood, not father,
the plinth. Even you, my love,
must not get covered with that ash.
Why am I so afraid of nothingness?
My soul is a baby wolf.
- from "the new savagery" by dean young
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