ARTIST: Goldrush
TITLE: The Heart Is The Place
LABEL: City Slang
GENRE: Indie
TIME: 43:15 min
SIZE: 63,3 MB
RIP DATE: Jan-12-2007
RELEASE DATE: Jan-12-2007
WEBSITE: n/a
Track List:
01. Aperture 02:37
02. The Story Of The City 01:58
03. Every One Of Us 03:40
04. Cant Give Up The Ghost 04:44
05. 24 Hours 04:19
06. Goodbye Cruel World 04:02
07. We Will Not Be Machines 04:17
08. Heavens My Destination 03:30
09. Sun In Your Eyes 04:10
10. The Heart Is The Place 03:36
11. Yours And Mine 03:21
12. A Joyous Final Chapter 03:01
Release Notes:
This album is the end of GOLDRUSH as we know them.
When they recorded the first couple of tracks a year
ago they felt utterly burned out. To them none of
the new material sounded neither powerful,
emotional, or original. One member left the band,
another one moved to New York and the rest hid in
their tiny Hobbit houses in Stephenton Oxfordshire.
For the first time in two years of constant touring
the band came to an abrupt halt.
There in Stephenton they have a little "cowshed
turned studio", and thatÆs where the disillusioned
scraps flocked together again. They listened to
songs that they recorded over the past years, songs
that didnÆt tell them anything and decided to let go
on these. What kind of thoughts run through your
head when youÆre thirty and youÆre going to move in
with your parents again with the past looking at you
like a betrayed lover ...? Who really wants to
know... Some people never recover from a situation
like this. Others ... well, GOLDRUSH will probably
never admit this but they are a rural band ... and
they needed that moment. Badly. Nothing was left
from the band that was, so they started from
scratch, drank lotÆs of wine and read books: äDH
Lawrence. Aldous Huxley. Jack Kerouac. But,
especially, a strange charity shop book called
'reflections on life after life', by Raymond A Moody
MD, an American doctor dedicated to researching
near-death experiences and detailing regular themes.
Recurrences such as a warm bright light, a city of
light. a presence of love. Richard Dawkins' Selfish
Gene especially.ô Occasionally they met in the
studio or their living rooms, like back in the days,
made noises, messed around, laughed, drank more wine
and even ended up writing some tunes ... and there
it was again, the enthusiasm that was missing.