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Pretty Good

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Konrad Harla
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Konrad Harla A beautifully crafted set of songs made way to my ear just before Chrimbus Favorite track: Oaf.
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Sam Wolfson A super cool collision of big noises and poetic lyrics that reeks of heartfelt confession. Favorite track: Oaf.
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Isaac forde Love the Interpol vibe. but there is uniqueness in how explosive this sound is. Heater and Artie are amazing. Can't wait to hear more. Favorite track: Heater.
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1.
Evil empire of the snow Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold Filled with magic, sky’ll burst As my fingers turn to dirt Mother warned me when she could Felt her whispers in these woods And in darkness, grope for eyes In the papers: “Artie Lies” Call me Art If you find me Reached the top Now unwinding Saw a pilgrim on the road Greasy tendrils grippin’ rope Still, I shouted for his help But he got buried, he said no There’s no sparrow layin’ eggs There’s no demons here to blame Only Artie, tried and true Never listened, nor should you Call me Art If you find me Reached the top Now unwinding And I filled all the pages And all the white spaces with hope But the writing gets cold And the snow packs your soul in your throat Thanks a lot Evil empire of the snow Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold Filled with magic, the sky’ll burst As my fingers turn to dirt
2.
Oaf 04:15
I sold, sold out Took money over doubt Too late, decayed I lost my pretty mouth I bought a house In Cuba- sniffin’ hounds Around my garden With diggin’, losin’ ground Just wanted time to waste Start building marble days Cold coffee, nothing grew O, terror of too few What’s new, how’s school? How’s fighting with no rules? You’re in our prayers Yeah, you’re our Sunday blues I sailed this lake Until my ship could skate Across the water Unseasonable May Just wanted time to waste Start building marble days Cold coffee, nothing new O, terror of too few A scar or two Old ashes in my room I sold, sold out Took money over doubt Ba ba, Ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba, Ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba
3.
Heater 03:33
Grime, Oh what I’ve been In a word Short And to the point Like you Patience, We’re all tied down, Impatient, And upside down If there’s a good time it’s over I’ve always been late rising And fooled Keeping warm on holiday We turned the heat up And rolled the windows down As a laugh betray your mouth We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day You didn’t sleep well But I did on the couch, As I do in my hometown A lie To burn pants through In a way An I- rish sun to salue, Is that true? Patience, Your friend’s awake Vacation? A fucking break If there’s a good time it’s over I’ve always been late rising And fooled Keeping warm on holiday We turned the heat up And rolled the windows down As a laugh betray your mouth We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day You didn’t sleep well But I did on the couch, As I do in my hometown Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh Whoa-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh
4.
Wet Dog 03:10
Never been one to complain She tried looking down at the puddles growing “Are you sure that this is safe?” “Well, I just wanted to drive this year.” But she stayed fastened to the car door We’re splitting grins and wounded limbs and a passport I know it’s not too tough now But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth And sleep them off Never been one to complain She tried looking down at the puddles growing “Don’t you know you sound insane?” But I just laughed at the thought That the car wouldn’t start ‘Till it did I know it’s not too tough now But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth And sleep them off
5.
No TV for B 02:58
Clawing at the front door A new life around the corner Tired of the birds’ songs Nothing moves in slumber Curled in a wreath of eager feet Passing by unnoticed The TV’s on but no one’s watching Her diamond eyes won’t be wasted Always lies waiting No scratch ever at his door He knows that she’s downstairs Pulling strings ‘till they unravel Their TV’s on but he’s not watching All of his lives can’t be wasted Separate in slumber Their dreams are home with one another

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released December 3, 2015

All songs written by Blasteroid
Produced by Blasteroid
Basic tracking by Greg Giorgio and Peter Katis at Tarquin Studios
Other tracking by Troy Chryssos in various apartments
Mixed by Troy Chryssos
Mastered by Greg Saunier

Art by Zack Brown

Special thanks to Jenny Kaufman, our families, Tracy Allan, and Sam Wolfson

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Equal parts ethereal and outrageous, NYC based Blasteroid defies their small size to explode amps and break hearts.

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