Blog - posted on May 18, 2014 by

Ready for layers

Second week in and we’re done with the skeleton of the record.

“Fuck me, this is serious business”… meanwhile it’s raining quotes at the Rancho.

12 takes of organic live-feel and it’s all there… with dirt, speedups, hickups, crazy energy and that secret ingredient called reallness. We want you to feel that we’re human and we want you to hear it like we’re playing it, laying it down. Not in 200 takes, not in a bunch of comps, a song is a take, best of three, usually take two. That lovely push/pull.

So we’re getting into overdubs and vocals now and are already starting to think fantasy. The elephants are making their way to the gate, but they need to be decorated with gold and silver, emeralds and diamonds, bloody ornaments, spears and armour and a banner made of lightning. Nothing less. Secrets of the sound… Fun Machine all over the place. Try to spice it up, not to fuck it up and paint the message instead of singing the lyrics and playing guitars. If that makes any sense.

Meanwhile Joshua Tree National Park is the perfect spot for soul-searching, walks around massive boulders, mountain climbing, photoshootin’, sightseeing and dodging lethal snakes. But hey, the snakes in this backyard warn you before they sink their poisonous teeth in your tasty heels. Thems the good guys.

Ayway… a wise man just told us if enough shit piles up eventually a flower has to bloom. And that angels are gathering.

Wishfull thinking with a smirk.

WV

 

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Blog - posted on May 14, 2014 by

Arrival in the dark

After 28 hours of snoozing in planeseats and carseats we found ourselves at the infamous Rancho De La Luna, one of the last houses of rock ‘n’ roll, in Joshua Tree, California, set to record the follow-up to “Lions, Liars, Guns and God” with mister Chris Goss. A great deal of legendary music has been made right here and the mood, spirit and history of the place are nothing short of powerful. Cool breeze, clean air, hospitality. There’s a lot to be found where things are scarce and the desert is a world on it’s own. You don’t take it in, it takes you in. We are but humble travellers on our way through, set to spunge-mode, hell bent on absorbing everything this place has to offer on life and music.

We’re staying at Brian – big hands – O’ Connors house this month, close to the rancho, and right after our newfound morning ritual of throwing hatchets, shooting bb-guns and jumping the dirt bike, we get to walk a beautiful walk facing the mountains towards the little studio crammed with enough vintage gear to make any gearslut splooge. Once there we’ll be jamming and re-inventing our songs with Goss at the helm, who’s been eagerly diving into our musical world and devising a map to the sounds we’re about to record, giving us the thumbs up when we provide the energy he’s aiming for and just generally being a positive, amazing entity every chance he gets. In between sessions we’ll take the car for a spin to test-drive the song structures, find out what the gut says and return to recap and adjust where needed.

There’s an army base a few miles from here, one of the biggest marine facilities in the US, stationed with thousands of soldiers that run training missions every day and at night we can hear the booming of the shells in the distance. It’s the sound of powerful masters, preaching only for profit, shaking the earth and prepping more young men to do their bidding in what most of us still consider this “free” world. The thumping sounds serve as a reminder of the dangers of reality and are constantly fuelling the message we want this record to carry.

Buttons are buttons, guitars are wooden boards with metal coils on them, but the message in the playing, from the gut, in the delivery… is the only thing that really matters. Our producer agrees… so I thought I’d rain on your parade and party poop the shit out of this blog from day one.

As Dylan sang… “Sometimes Satan Comes As A Man Of Peace”, and this day and age evil knows how to play nice more then ever, lurking beneath the surface, around us, nesting inside of us, keeping us blind and hungry for things we don’t need. Evil at the army base, evil at the shopping mall, evil in our computerised radio and media, evil in our education and miseducation, evil in our consumerism. Evil in Belgium and in every other part of the globe. This computer, this man-made money machine has us all wearing a ball and chain, promising us each a piece of the pie, but meanwhile our collective blindness is invoking the wrath of our planet. You’ll never find your piece of the pie unless you realise it’s already there.

The time is nigh and you know it. Shit is going to hit the fan tomorrow.
We feel like thats the only message now.

So this record is to be 12 songs that sound the alarm and help expose our shared cluelessness.

Welcome to our world. Welcome to your world.
Yolo motherfuckers.

Talk to you soon.
Greetings from the Rancho.

WV

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Wallace Vanborn - Joshua Tree, CA - 2014

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