ARTIST: Nathan Asher & The Infantry
TITLE: Sex Without Love
LABEL: Self-Released
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 193kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 48m total
RELEASE DATE: 2005-09-20
RIP DATE: 2006-05-20
Track List
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1. Leave The South 3:57
2. Drift Away 5:44
3. Sex Without Love/A War 5:18
4. Storms 6:40
5. You Cannot Quit Smoking 3:36
6. Skipping Stones 4:10
7. So Long, So Short 4:31
8. No More Colleges 8:14
9. Thursday Night/Friday Morning 6:02
Release Notes:
http://www.nathanasher.com/
http://www.myspace.com/nathanasher
Raleigh, North Carolina, the early 1980's. A baby is born. It raises its small
fist, wet with blood and embryonic fluid. Dark eyes, 9 pounds, bald. Nathan
Asher. The room is bright, the air is cold. The umbilical cord is cut, and the
singer lets out his first scream. The cry echoes, heavy with sadness and
intensity. Grown women get hot flashes, and fall to the floor in fits of panic
and uncontrollable sexual desire. Men become weary of their day jobs, something
wells up inside of them. Their eyes grow distant, they look to the wilderness.
Seven blocks away, Dan Abbate kicks inside of his mother's belly. He kicks once.
He kicks twice, testing the strength of his newly formed gigantic right ankle.
The sound resonates, and grows into the bellowing thump of a bass drum.
Neighbors lean in to listen. The thump grows in speed and intensity. His older
brother, Nick, raps his fork on the table and begins to hum bass notes.
Hip-hop is invented. White people dance.
Now flash forward to the year 1993. George Bush I is President, the Seattle
sound is about to hit the radio. Zoom in on four kids smoking stolen cigarettes
in a basement. Lawson Bennett, Turner Brandon, Chris Serino, and Jay Cartwright
III. Renegades. Social outcasts. They bring their keyboards, guitars and
harmonicas with them wherever they go. True soul brothers, Jay and Lawson write
piano and organ melodies that weave in and out of each other like the strands of
a double helix. Turner's harmonica wails, fracturing the night into pieces.
Guitar solos are played that strip the paint off of mini vans and regular sized
vans. Chris Serino's fretting hand is a blur. The beginnings of a band. At such
a tender age, they already enjoy inappropriately wearing sunglasses when it is
dark out.
Ten years down the line, the seven kids will meet as young adults in a
cul-de-sac in North Raleigh. Something different will be born. Something greater
than all of them: Nathan Asher and the Infantry.