Ariskany Records, two brothers hailing from deep in the Adirondack Mts, releases No Weekends Here, a curated collection of sixteen smoldering cuts, each representing a day of 2011 in which a song was written, arranged, recorded, mixed and uploaded.
A song every single weekday. No Weekends Here was the mentality these warriors of solitude had to take on. Songs of death and loss and doom and gloom and everything’s terrible and we’re all old people all of US ARE SO OLD AND WE’RE ALL DYING ANYWAYS SO WHY EVEN WRITE SIX HOURS OF MUSIC WHAT A WASTE I COULD HAVE PLANTED A FOREST OR LEARNED CARPENTRY OR SOME REALLY USEFUL FORM OF KARATE THAT SHOWS ME HOW TO STOP A MAN’S HEART BY STEALING AND READING HIS DIARY....
These are songs of ominous portent: the obnoxiously petty villain of “Billy Club,” the elemental dread of watching you and your friends age through social media in “You’ll Drift,” the suffocating urbanite panic of “No Weekends Here.” Songs of splendors past pepper the proceedings: the joyful misanthropy of “Silly String” recalls an endless Halloween night, while songs like “Hoist the Anchor” and “Flashlight Tag” remind us that those days are gone.
The weekend is no more. There are things to do, songs to write. For now, enjoy this crazy romp through two brothers collective imagination.
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