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R.I.P. by USAISAMONSTER

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Released:January 18th, 2011
Recorded:January 20th, 2011
Length:00:04:57

It’s been a long journey for Northern-Spy artist Colin Langenus and Tom Hohmann, like floating stoned on the back of the turtle that carries the world. Or primal scream therapy. That trip culminates with R.I.P., the group’s final release, and the first of Brooklyn’s newest indie label. A swan song of a group at the top of its form, flowing with ease through psychedelia, stoner rock, prog, Native American mythos, and even political disintegration. R.I.P. was mixed by sludge-riff wunderkind, Max Hodes and features local NYC lumininaries such as Jeremy Danneman (Parade of One) and Matt Mottel (Talibam!). Graced by Tom Hohmann’s original cover art and pressed both on high quality vinyl and CD digipack, it will be a small treasure to carry forward for both the band’s fans and those just discovering this fascinating group as they embark on their next journeys.


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R.I.P.
01. Grey Owl (04:57)
UPLOADED:01/19/2011
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Northern Spy Records on 02/11/11 at 01:55PM
"USAISAMONSTER, based around the duo
of guitarist Colin Langenus and drummer
Tom Hohmann, disbanded in 2009 after nine
years’ activity. This appropriately titled
disc, recorded with help from New York
pals including Matt Mottel of Talibam!, is
their parting shot – one that clearly aims
to disorientate and bewilder. The six songs
cram in so much data that the album feels
twice as long as its 39 minutes, as it crashes
from episodes of jaunty psych to quirky
Prog, from sludgy riffs to caustic Noise, all
shot through with a tantalisingly cryptic
narrative touching on Native American myth,
confessional angst and existential longing.
In places the lyrics seem so elliptical that
they read like random spam emails, but
they’re delivered with such yearning, brighteyed,
straightfaced sincerity that one can’t
help searching for meaning. Just don’t ask
me what it is.

- Daniel Spicer, Wire
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