Bonding With The Drums

We took a pull saw (powertools are for pussies) to the kitchen table to make room for a dream come true. Here it is. Dreams do come true. Especially loud, seven-piece dreams. This particular dream come true floats.

Evolution of Bullets in Burning Box

Its happening. The music is evolving. They used to be just songs. Now they are something more.. Like the coral reef which grows upside down underneath the boat studio, its kelpy hair swaying in the current. The music of the album Belonging is becoming a world of its own.

What's new?

Well, let's dance. The drums have feeling. You will catch the fever. Drum 'n' bass, breaks and dubstep rhythms, oh my! These drums are, just, well.. human. Likely due to being played on a velocity-sensitive 16-pad.

What about soul? That thing is naked.

What about guitars? Ooohh.. instruments.. sweet strumables. So far there is the solid bass guitar etching herself in your heart. We like it this way. Its sensual and raw. Will there, perhaps, be a few notes from the electric guitar? Let's put it this way: will the world end in 2012?

What about live shows? Just a drum machine, NMW playing bass, a mystery friend and lots of shadows to accent the light.

Anomie, my Backflipping Comrade!

Spark on the dime!

Sliding up your leg, here's another from Bullets in a Burning Box' morphing album Appendix...

Anomie


Fly eye / I fly / Life / I

Deeper / In the well of mind / Leave your bucket / Way behind

Cut the nets / Of conscious thought / Side step all / Fish it caught

Download Anomie at BulletsBurning.com.

Alyrata

From the web-only, morphing album Appendix, comes the sepulchral mantra.



A. Lyrata
Take us there
Root dig
Feed us where
Others don't
A. Lyrata
Cute clinger
Copacetic
Inter-dependent
With wide
A. Lyrata

Download Alyrata at BulletsBurning.com.

Aleator

Aleator (from the album Appendix)
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Lyrics
Stuck in static / Something is wrong / Take an ice pick / To your liquid frozen / Master is out heating / Brittle bones up / Slavery still exists today / Come on / My bomb is on your shelf / It is a combination of / East and west / It is a job / Look up, the rut surrounds you / Slaves endlessly / Punching in

I am a man / You are a woman / In America we are all mutts / I am a man / You are a woman / There has got to be / Something h-

Bust out

Our boss has / Our balls hooked / On a line / Weighted by a dollar bill / It does not matter whether / Black or white / We are all guided by / Almighty greenback

Stuck in static / Something is wrong / I am a man / You are a woman

Take an ice pick / To your liquid frozen / In America we are all mutts

Master is out heating / Brittle bones up / I am a man / You are a woman

Slavery still exists today / Come on / We laugh and drink because we know it is monday soon

I am a man / You are a woman / My bomb is on your shelf

I am a man / You are a woman / There has got to be / Something higher

To all my animals / In the jungle / Employed, self-employed and business owners / If you want to be wealthy / Read a book / If you want to be happy / Crystalize dreams

More lyrics by Bullets in a Burning Box...

Surprise! Appendix album released

Appendix is Bullets in a Burning Box' web-only, morphing album of Afear remixes. Akin to An Exit, these songs bare teeth and yet you want to play. Come dance the dance of a fighting dog.

Second song on the album is "Aarons Ra," a footloose, orgasmic companion. Is that a victor roaring bottom of the canyon?

This "album", nay kaleidoscope, of music, is littered with commas. "Aepypterus" makes me wonder "WTF? Did I just witness a car wreck or a drum solo?"

In desert mirage fashion, NMW will be releasing a few more of these.. these.. appendice? appendixes?

Along your parched path through the inferno, there shall be.. oasi? oasises? .. damn! .. Patches of potable water (speaking metaphorically -- and prophetically -- of the release of multi-track WAV files for your remixing pleasure).

http://BulletsBurning.com/Appendix

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Finger Paintings

She loves the paint, the meaning.. Poetry etched into her wood. Lyrics effulgent.

Here's an alternate link to the finger painting slideshow.