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Format: LP
Label: Lovitt Records
Year: 2011
Media Condition: New
Sleeve/Cover Condition: New
TRACKS:
A1 Yellow Hall
A2 Chance
A3 Good Dirt
A4 In A Well
A5 Night At The Johnstown Flood
A6 I'll Wait With You
B1 Penny On My Deathbed
B2 A Weird Glow
B3 Admit
B4 Old Friends
B5 January Song
B6 Pals
PERSONNEL:
Bass – Widman
Drums – Eric
Guitar – Prophet
Guitar, Vocals, Organ, Piano – Johnny
Piano, Vocals – Aimée
Vocals, Guitar – Cru
Acoustic strums, beautiful vocal harmonies, pianos, keyboards, and swelling ambient noise- not the kind of music one might assume would come from a band made up of veteran punk musicians, on a veteran punk record label.
They’re following a path that many punks seem to follow as the years go on; The need for quiet, the need for space, for reflection and introspection, but the same amount of need for honesty, passion and expression. These feelings get put into something tangible in an old farmhouse near a far out Washington D.C. suburb, where Pygmy Lush live, write and practice, tucked away .They’ve tried to carve out a niche of solace in the middle of endless sameness, a place where they can stand.
Label: Lovitt Records
Year: 2011
Media Condition: New
Sleeve/Cover Condition: New
TRACKS:
A1 Yellow Hall
A2 Chance
A3 Good Dirt
A4 In A Well
A5 Night At The Johnstown Flood
A6 I'll Wait With You
B1 Penny On My Deathbed
B2 A Weird Glow
B3 Admit
B4 Old Friends
B5 January Song
B6 Pals
PERSONNEL:
Bass – Widman
Drums – Eric
Guitar – Prophet
Guitar, Vocals, Organ, Piano – Johnny
Piano, Vocals – Aimée
Vocals, Guitar – Cru
Acoustic strums, beautiful vocal harmonies, pianos, keyboards, and swelling ambient noise- not the kind of music one might assume would come from a band made up of veteran punk musicians, on a veteran punk record label.
They’re following a path that many punks seem to follow as the years go on; The need for quiet, the need for space, for reflection and introspection, but the same amount of need for honesty, passion and expression. These feelings get put into something tangible in an old farmhouse near a far out Washington D.C. suburb, where Pygmy Lush live, write and practice, tucked away .They’ve tried to carve out a niche of solace in the middle of endless sameness, a place where they can stand.