through the dead branches, through the dead branches

This song was recorded illegally. Please don't rat us out.

Words are from a sestina of the same title by Steve Davenport, who asked us to make music out of it! This was a terribly fun song to record. We did it, of course, while drinking. Thankfully no instruments were harmed.

Good old dulcimer bash-up. This is certainly the most aggressive song I've played on dulcimer. I'm sure all those people with solid-body electric dulcimers have done worse...

A deceptively forceful song dealing with the death of my sister.

A blatant attempt at exploiting the deep well of The Jesus and Mary Chain/Pixies/Raveonettes/House of Love. A lovingly loud, shiny and guitar-laden paean to those great bands.

Title Track for the album. Title says it all.

that is not a sample you hear in the background, it is the dryer going. leave it in? okay, sure i'll leave it in. it's these artistic decisions we're all forced to make.

this is about a couple who are at odds with each other because of their goals, could also be viewed as a guy who wants his partner to commit suicide with him? i usually play this on guitar, but for the RPM Challenge, i wanted to do it electronically…

I read Carla Zilbersmith's blog, carlamuses.blogspot.com, which inspired the song. She's rather inspiring herself.

A fantastical farcical Irish story-song. Broadway Irish.

you tell me what you want you tell what you need i cant give you nothing honey but this pretty little seed where has the sun gone and is it gone forever will it come back someday should we just give it some time i ask you what…

Another one without lyrics. The title was my workingtitle. And I just thought it was a funny title (I think Rage Against the Machine is kind of silly) I quite like some of the sounds on this one (it's a Poly 800 through an Electro Harmonix Big…

The Dutch painter Mondrian was apparantly a fervent dancer to Boogie Woogie and that image stuck because he seems such a stiff guy otherwise. So I thought that would make a funny subject for a dance-tune. Normally I wouldn't make a song about…

A well of thoughts continues, but who is it dreaming in the white room? Midnight has drifted away, and we're headed towards the dawn of the next day.