On a Prairie, Live in the Dirt

by Glazer

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First of all, I fucking love the cover art. It’s spooky and weird and intriguing. I would have guessed this was an atmospheric black metal band from the image on the front, but that’s not what I found inside. Instead, they’re a noise rock, post-punk outfit from New Brunswick. The vocals have some distortion on them and sound blown out on purpose. “Amplified Mind” is mere seconds away from being the longest song on the record, and for good reason. They pack a mighty punch in that track, then bob and weave in a slowed-down bridge toward the back end before bursting into another crunchy, thrashy mess. They’ve definitely bled through some indie rock and grunge influences. Dare I say there’s a little Dino Jr. and Sonic Youth mixing in with layered My Bloody Valentine guitar effects. For how all over the place this record is, once you make it to the end you can fully see the through line they built into these songs. It’s really a neat and tightly packed gift, but assembled with heavy, psychedelic, and out of control elements. – Kayla Greet, Razorcake

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released August 25, 2017

Recorded by Phil Connor In The West - New Brunswick, NJ
Mastered by Nick Bolton at Holy Tapes
All songs by Glazer

On this recording:
Phil Connor: guitar/vocals
Anthony Palma: guitar/vocals/vibraphone
Josh Stavola: bass
Jeff Hersch: drums/saxophone/vibraphone

LP and cassette available on State Champion Records
www.statechampionrecords.com

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Track Name: Disaster Footage
GO OUTSIDE, THE REAL TECHNOLOGY MAN
HOLDS HIS EYES IN HIS OWN HAND
SOMETHING DOESNT LOOK RIGHT
FROM WHERE HE STANDS
THE SKY IS FALLING ONTO THE LAND

NO ONE KNOWS JUST WHAT IT'S LIKE
INSIDE A CAPSULE GLOWING BRIGHT
AND BURNING UP. FADING OUT OF SIGHT
WHEN I'M GONE I KNOW THE WORLD
WILL CARRY ON UNTIL
THE NEXT DISASTER COMES AND
WE SEE IT IN OUR HOMES

DAYS ARE DONE
THERE'S NO WELCOME HOME OR SHAKING HANDS WITH ANYONE
IT'S TIME TO END TRANSMISSION
FOOTAGE OF DISASTER BROADCAST ON THE TELEVISION

THERE'S TROUBLE OF SOME KIND
THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE SKY
THERE'S TROUBLE IN THEIR MINDS
WASH IT OUT
CLEAN THE LINES
RESET THE MIND
Track Name: People's Monument
I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH A COUPLE OF SICK KIDS. THERE IS SOMETHING HERE BECAUSE THEY KEEP COMING BACK FROM YEAR TO YEAR. I CAN'T TRUST THEIR WANDERING EYES. I'LL TAKE THEIR MEDICINE FROM TIME TO TIME. ALREADY UNIMPRESSED. I DONT THINK THEY'RE THINKING AT ALL. BREAKING EVEN FOR NO REASON EASY TO WALK IT OFF. THERE'S LIFE OUT IN THE SUN BUT I'M FACE DOWN IN THE MUD HERE WITH YOU AND THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT.
SO WHY TRY TO GET ON WITH THE REST OF OUR LIVES. THEY'RE DOWN THE TUBES AND THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW.
Track Name: Amplified Mind
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I COULD FEEL SO AMPLIFIED. WHEN ACCELERATE MY MIND AND I UNDERSTAND I'M PART OF THE PROGRAM.TAKEN OUT OF THE CONTEXT OF A NORMAL LIFE. EXPECT TO KEEP IT FED. ACCEPT TO LOSE CONTROL. GAIN STRENGTH IN THE ABILITY TO DEAL WITH THE REALITY THAT COMES. IT'LL GO WHEN I'M FUCKING DONE. I UNDERSTAND I'M PART OF THE PROBLEM. NOT TAKEN OUT OF THE CONTEXT OF STRUGGLING. I CAN'T SLEEP WHEN I GET FUCKING TWEAKED. STONED ANXIETY COMFORTS ME WHEN I'M DOWN. TAKES MY HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS. PUT ME IN THE GROUND IF I GET TOO WILD.
Track Name: Making This Shithole a Shithome
HOLDING ONTO THE PAST AND COEXISTING WITH THE TRASH IS SEPARATED BY THE FINEST LINE SLICED RIGHT THROUGH THE EYES TO KEEP THEM GOOD AND BLIND. HANG AROUND FOR SOMETHING NEW. ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL. GETTING TRASHED IN THE REC ROOM. "I'M NOT SET IN THESE WAYS I JUST WANT TO MISBEHAVE. SITTING ON MY HANDS NOT TRYING TO UNDERSTAND OR GIVE IN. NO ONES LISTENING." HANGING OUT IS FOR GETTING HIGH. NO USE FOR LIFE WHEN LEFT TO OWN DEVICES. IT GOT BAD. CHASING TIME AWAY. NO ONE'S HERE. ALL THAT WAS HAD HAS BEEN MADE INTO A CARDBOARD COFFIN AND SODA CAN GRAVE. THE ANIMALS WILL STAY AND FEED OFF THE DECAY.
Track Name: Trim Yr Limbs
I'VE GOT A CRUST FORMING ON THE CUSP OF SANITY. I'LL WAX THE LAWN GROWING LONG ON MY HEAD. BEFORE I DIE BY THE KNIFE THAT BUILDS THE BUTCHERS PRIDE. HE'LL PASS A LINE AND TELL ME I'M ALL RIGHT. DID YOU EAT ENOUGH TO SLOW YOUR ROLL? SUCK OUT THE GUTS AND LEAVE THE SHELL DECOMPOSE IN YOUR OWN FAMILIAR HELL.
Track Name: Made of Meat
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU'RE NOT FEELING IT. BOUND BY MENTAL CLARITY AND A PICTURESQUE REALITY. I'M MADE OF MEAT SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST BUTCHER ME AND I'LL TRY NOT TO NOTICE I'M BLEEDING OUT. HANGING IN THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE. COOK ME UP FOR DINNER NOW. THROW AWAY THE WASTE MY MIND'S DISPLACED.
Track Name: Pollution
WATCH ME WRITHE IN THIS DYSFUNCTIONAL PIT OF MINE. IN THE SUN CHOKING OUT FEELING LIKE I DONT BELONG. THIS COULD KILL ME, MAN. WITH THE SMOOTHEST HAND. THIS FRAME OF MIND TAKES THE BLAME EVERYTIME. I DONT KNOW WHY IT COMES ALIVE TO THE SOUND OF VOICES DROWNED OUT BY THE SILENCE OF A PANICKED STATE OF CONFUSED RELATIONS. I'LL BE ALL RIGHT AS LONG AS I CROSS ON TO THE OTHER SIDE. I'LL TURN TO DUST AND FEEL BETTER THAN LAYING OUT TO RUST. I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY STATE OF MIND. PRESSURED FRIENDS LEAVE REGRESS BACK TO THE BEGINNING. I DONT KNOW WHY THEY BROUGHT ME INTO THIS WORLD. THE FAMILY STAIN. DELIGHTED THEN BUT DEAFENED NOW BY THE SOUND OF THEIR PAIN.
Track Name: Working Man's Dog
I'VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR HOURS IN THE SUN WISHING YOU'D LEFT SHADE BEFORE YOU'D GONE. WHEN YOU COME BACK TO MEET ME YOU BEST GREET WITH UNCERTAINTY. CAUSE IF I DONT KILL YOU YOU'VE GOTTEN OFF EASY BUT I WILL NOT FORGET THIS AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT YOUR END WONT BE SO QUICK. YOU'VE BEEN LAYING THERE FOR HOURS BURNING UP. HELP IS FAR FROM HERE IF THEY EVER COME THE LAST I HEARD YOU SCREAMING "YOU BELONG TO ME!' WELL LET ME TELL YOU THAT'S NOT HOW I SEE IT NOW. ONCE YOUR BONES ARE ASH I'LL BE COMING HOME FREE.
Track Name: Will You Be Here Tomorrow?
HE DOESN'T WANT TO GROW OUT OF ANYTHING BUT CLOTHES. DISGUISED WITH A SMILE AND LYING THROUGH HIS NOSE. POCKET FULL OF SEEDS NEXT TO HIS GOVERNMENT ID JUST TRYING TO FIND SOMEWHERE THAT HE CAN GET SOME SLEEP. I HEARD HIM SAYING..."OH GOD DAMN. I DONT WANT TO LIVE IN A GARBAGE CAN, BUT THAT'S JUST WHO I AM". GOTTA GO THE OLD MAN'S HOME. LIED ABOUT THE NIGHT SHIFT JOB. CRASHING IN A MOBILE HOME QUESTIONING TO LEAVE OR DIE IN KINNELON. GOOD IDEAS ELUDE HIM. YOU ARE THE SHIT THAT RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HIM. LIKE THE CHEAP FOOD THAT YOU CHOOSE TO BUY. THE ONLY THING WORSE IS THE TASTE FOR LIFE. FERTILIZE THE WEEDS INGESTED POISONS ABOUT THE KICK IN. LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR, THE NEIGHBORS AT THE DOOR. THEY'LL KICK IT DOWN AND THROUGH HIS BODY IN THE GROUND. PRETEND TO CARE, BUT THERE IS NO FEELING THERE

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