get me away from the night

by YR LAD

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Recorded Summer 2013.
Mastered for maximum fidelity and full dynamic range. TURN IT UP!!!!!!

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released December 7, 2013

YR LAD is:

Casey Atwater
Zach Bodtorf
Harper Marchman-Jones
Wes Schneider

Produced by Harper Marchman-Jones
Cover Photo: Azttlan/flickr

Special Thanks: Sara Peck for naming our band -- buy her chapbook (and our namesake), YR LAD, BOB at persistent editions; NBS Media Systems for letting us record in their space; Danielle Howle; Nina Garner and Chaz Straney; Erin, Leslie and Nick at Tin Roof; Cami and Taylor at the Sparrow; Morningbell; Sleepy Eye-Giant.

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YR LAD Charleston, South Carolina

Yr Lad’s aesthetic is a unique, life affirming wall of sound that strikes an unlikely but graceful compromise between Picadilly, Southern rock, dreamscape and British New Wave. Marchman-Jones and company experiment with structure and timing while remaining impeccably poppy and haunting. ... more

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Track Name: astride the leaf-queen
Over, over, and through the wire
Astride the Queen of Leaves
Exhaust the foal as she beseeches, requires and concedes.

Scrub the fires of revenance
With the rightful recompense
Of Time.

Strike the synapse. Trap the pyre --
The nerve -- in blood, in bone.
Curse the Queen with every fiber; this never was your home.
Track Name: the woods are deeper
Dim as sloe,the woods are deeper
Than the Goddess should allow.

Turn away now.
You dare not follow me;
The briers bite too sweetly.

You unlatch the gate.
Our egg-teeth bump and click,
But your words defile the blackest troth.
It's the fear of your heart, dear, that gets me off.

Ley-lines crease the feral landscape
Round the relics of our vows

You hound the marches,
And though I taste your scent,
The wild wood beguiles me.

Grind the key.
Bow the strings of your heart for me.
The timbre yields a sip of anisette
In the pleasance of your oubliette.
Track Name: sink
Go.
Sink into the
Clay.
Spiritual slag.
I know you won't
Shine.
In a moment we will
Fly
So
Far
On such a baleful breath.

No fanfare will sound on that radiant night.
No wings will be spied in the blast.
No spirit will hold you in the tunnel of light.
So shake the dead hand of the past.

Die.
Sink into your
Faith,
Mummer of kind
Lies
(Fulsome with dead
Praise).
Entropy will
Ring.
Each
Trace
Will sanitize to soil.