ARTIST: Mosquitos
TITLE: III
LABEL: Bar None Records
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 202kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 39min total
RELEASE DATE: 2006-09-12
RIP DATE: 2006-09-23
TRACK LIST
1. Moonshine 0:50
2. UFO 3:07
3. Ele 3:01
4. One 2:26
5. Mama's Belly 2:45
6. Reason To Live 3:33
7. Nowhere Left To Go 2:59
8. Soap 2:59
9. Love Like You 1:49
10.Go Under 2:23
11.Texas Is Huge 1:55
12.Looked Away 2:31
13.Just A Touch 1:56
14.Um Homem Precisa De Uma 3:35
Empregada (A Man Needs A Maid)
15.Gaita 3:53
RELEASE NOTES
Cut to the lower east side of Manhattan, 2002. Chris Root, now the leader of
NYC's chart coming am60, takes a short break from touring and stops in on the
set of a friend who was shooting a film that Chris was scoring a few tracks for.
Suddenly Root is stopped in those same tracks as he hears a haunted samba being
hummed by our Brasilian beach baby Juju Stulbach, all grown up now and waiting
for her closeup. The two spotted each other across the room and both had an itch
that something was bound to happen between them.
Even an expired visa couldn't keep the two of them apart. Juju was called back
to Brasil and Chris was called to Juju. Root packed his guitar, a rucksack of
gear and met Juju on the beach in Ipanema. In a makeshift studio shack just a
few sandy footsteps from the lolling tides of the Ipanema surf they recorded the
first tracks for what would become the love child of the Sergio Mendes and
Chris's mom Tootie's experiment with amniotic, Bossa Nova lullabies.
After an unfortunate run-in with the Brasilian Policia involving some
uncontrollable substances, Chris and Juju were torn apart. Root fled the country
without a finished mix.
Enter the outlaw Jon Marshall Smith, now famed East Village keyboard Svengali.
While Smith was taking a bourbon break from a studio session he banged into a
sunburned Root still itching with sand in his pants and tracks in his hands from
Ipanema. Root spun his dilemma and the two arranged a midnight session to add
the magical organ sounds that would become the final step in the sonic
metamorphosis. So pick up your nearest conch shell, because you just might hear
the unstoppable, international humming buzz of sonic destiny that is the
Mosquitos.
http://mosquitosnyc.com