Ah, at last: Thunderegg on wax. "Ten Sleeves" and "Big Cigarette" were recorded and mixed 100 percent analog at Tiny Telephone (by our good friend Alan Weatherhead), so it's only right that they're released on vinyl. This record, mastered by Bob Weston (Shellac, Mission of Burma), sounds incredible. You've got to hear it.
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"Ten Sleeves" and "Big Cigarette" produced and mixed by Alan Weatherhead and engineered by Jacob Winik at Tiny Telephone, SF, Sept. 27-29, 2014. Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering. Label design by Sarah Almond. Sleeve design by Clark Miller.
released March 24, 2015
Will Georgantas: guitar, lead vocals, keyboards. Alex Jimenez: bass, vocals. Reese Douglas: lead guitar, vocals. James Sundquist: drums, vocals.
Underneath the sky and all the bodies in motion, underneath the deep oceans' floor, earth's core, and its molten explosions—underneath that fire lies my devotion, all my convictions and notions so hopelessly hopeful. And I can see that I deceive no one. Five layers, ten sleeves, and my heart bleeds on every one.
Underneath disguises lying at the surface there's one reliable person, there is the end of our searching. And underneath a moment I see forever, whole books where there's just one letter. I know I just met her. And I can see that I deceive no one. Five layers, ten sleeves, and my heart bleeds on every one.
Track Name: Big Cigarette
She thinks I’m big cigarette, nobody’s proven that I’ve hurt ’em yet. I go down smoother than a honeyslide, and when I’m through she’s gonna let it ride. Rationalizin’ all the shit I spoke, won’t apologize for what I broke. I might be big cigarette, but you just bought yourself another carton, and I love you with my big black heart.
She’s like a record deal. All that I dreamed about was suddenly real. Jet to meetings on the other coast, getting greeted by attractive folks. Went overbudget and the album flopped, she’s got the masters, I’m as good as dropped. She’s like a record deal. I don’t know if I had what it took, but I looked better than I ever looked.
I wish that it would turn out we were victims of some big machine. One person couldn’t possibly deliver pain so efficiently.
I’m big oil to her, I’m the last guy who’d be loyal to her. I wouldn’t sacrifice a thing for her, round the drain a greasy ring for her. Crushin’ everything she cares about, rushing into stuff I didn’t plan out. I’m big oil to her. At night I kept her warm, but in the day I was the gas she used to drive away.