I can smell the fear and the fear smells like the smog of Los Angeles sprawling haphazardous towards the wetsuit-cold deep like a Hollywood wallet ocean where the pier meets the horizon where you ask yourself “Is there anything else you really need? There’s a burger joint two blocks from here and a grocery store around the corner and the owners don’t speak good english but you get used to it.”

Bring me carmageddon with a side of slow death and give me liberty at four dollars and fifty cents to the gallon. Put me on a bus and make me talk to every latino man with headphones in and every older white man with a ponytail yelling “I fought in a war, motherfucker, and all I got was a bus ticket to Simi Valley and an aluminum pin that reads “God Bless Our Country”.

Endless piercings and ammonia-flavored-ammonia and thirty dollar t-shirts with sportscars jutting up against sedans from before I was born. Upside-down rainbow triangles spray-painted camouflage stuck between the dispensary and record store and church that reads “HELL AWAITS” and the graffiti under it reads “ALREADY HERE” and the aluminum pin reads “God Bless Our Country”


jonah ort: vocals and words
jonathan mackall: music and instruments

produced and engineered by jonathan mackall
mastered by nick seman

all songs written by jon and jonah except "north to alaska" written by johnny horton and tillman franks

artwork by nick seman
photo by madison smith

recorded march-april 2013 at silver ridge studios, jon's dorm, jonah's dorm, and stylefire athens

thanks to kurt for setting up the drum mics
thanks to nick for letting us use your condenser mic and room

samples:
shake the dust off- william faulkner's nobel speech///"american spirit" by forest frontiers

shifting eyes- hollow men- ts elliot///channel 4 athens local cable

this album is about things less hopeful and places that feel less like home.