ARTIST: The Velvet Teen
TITLE: Cum Laude!
LABEL: Slowdance Records
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 205kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 43m total
RELEASE DATE: 2006-07-25
RIP DATE: 2006-07-12
Track List
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1. 333 3:35
2. Flicking Clint 2:28
3. Rhodekill 4:32
4. False Profits 3:11
5. Tokyoto 2:33
6. Noi Boi 3:48
7. Spin the Wink 4:35
8. Bloom 2:42
9. Building a Whale 3:29
10. In a Steadman Spray 4:19
11. Around the Roller Rink 3:41
12. Gyzmkid 4:18
Release Notes:
Judah Nagler : voice, guitar, keyboards
Joshua Staples : bass, voice, sex appeal
Casey Deitz : drums, voice, goat hoof
They say the first thing to go is your memory, and The Velvet Teen has been in a
constant state of amnesia since day one. From the dazzling pop of Plus Minus
Equals, to the soaring, harmony-drenched ballads and one-two uppercut rock
punches of Out Of The Fierce Parade, and throughout the masterfully incisive
psychemotional beauty of Elysium, The Velvet Teen has always forgotten what came
before, painting new, self-rooted masterpieces with each fresh step.
Something has been brewing withThe Velvet Teen.
Something is always brewing, but this time itÆs circuitous. Computers have been
freezing up; home electronics have been breaking down. Pinball machines give
fashion advice and snarling dogs sing lullabies. The prodigal guitar has
returned, and in the meantime, it fell in with the wrong crowd.
The Velvet Teen hits a stage like a lightning bolt, electrifying everything in
its immediately charged vicinity, sending its own reversed ions back into the
skies. Judah Nagler contorts himself through a hypnotic litany of rage and love,
accosting both crowd and self with a wild, lilting venom. Casey Deitz erupts
behind his drums, the frantic beat-making machine, thrusting the songs to
hitherto unimagined planes on a full tank of unleaded insanity. Josh Staples,
the tethering anchor for a zealous upward spiraling, stands formidably behind
his bass as a compensating vestige of worldliness, somehow keeping it all
grounded.
This comes as no surprise for a band famous not only for consistently beautiful
songwriting but for habitually teetering on the brink. Now, like a
fast-approaching howl from some otherworldly womb of creation, comes whatThe
Velvet TeenÆs legions of fans have come to expect: something without any frame
of reference, without any echoes to the past. The bygone equations of parading
through fields of serenity are over, and the circumstantial pomp of graduation
is upon us, Cum Laude.