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Boogie In The Breeze Blocks (2009)

by Talibam! & Friends

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In a time of pre-set, auto-massage aesthetics and formulas dampening all the peripheries into a gazillion false platonic dichotomies, Talibam! pops out a boogie-set quest of delirious energy within a montage of causes and effects, failures and successes, heroes and robber baron scumbags...

Talibam! deconstructs the message behind the oncoming jellyfish populating the waterways, analyzes the purpose of human choice and expectations. Gems of pop nonchalance tug and pull against a break down of musical morality. The international attention span crisis obliterated within the borders of a single album statement – a moral reckoning against slack albums with the same bland back beat and fuzz tone on every tune. Those Zombies will chant about pantheistic gods until apocalyptic mushrooms are modified and edible for everyone.

BOOGIE IN THE BREEZE BLOCKS captures a mood and filmic capacity to create an anthropological exploration into the strange beauty of contemporary opposing and debt maxed out stimuli. In New York City, these forces exist everywhere; punjabi cab driver food across the street from luxury loft condo scum. Talibam! wants to re-mythicize this world with an album that explores a range of emotions, genre, feel, time and space.

In reverb you find ghosts, and as the musical rhetoricians suffer and slither into the camera's reflexive peepers -- shrouding themselves amongst the obstacles under the blue skies of collapsing permaculture -- these ghosts decapitate. Trapping blind sight knee-deep in a modern sanctuary of fuzzy bubble arrangements. Like a swarm of iridescent bumblebees suspended in a jawbreaker of petrified honey, each pandering self-imitation stings with a high degree of temporal dharama. Like a bite of shame resonating in the disintegrating hulls of sunken vessels fused to one transformative crack, so-called individuation is prey to the giant eyeball's enveloping surges of narcissistic knowns bestriding fractal patterns repeating and shrinking.

At this "Le Bombe", a refraction of cultural artifacts morphing into a shape of infinite sides, socio-political shards float like two stars colliding in space, hovering against gravity, a non-biodegradeable sheen of narcissism dwarfed within the uber wreckage of cultural waste until science eases back to folk humanism, a myth time escape that bolsters corrosion.

BOOGIE IN THE BREEZE BLOCKS is a record beyond the greed of deliberate, singular aesthetic commitments. As we ride the blues into reggae, polka, noise onslaught, sweetened pop, the epiphanies arise from effacing styles of their precious natural habitats.

The stylistic adventures organize themselves into motion without remembering their initial meaning. Music has become a desert of unfortunate desolation.

Single whole albums too dedicated to the noxious pop, or groove, or rap. The sweet and salty have oversaturated the soil of musical landscape into unfarmable mono plots of historical embarrassment and destruction for future heirloom generations. But to Talibam! there is a sense of hope: in darkness, spinning faster and faster into an axis of equidistant interval despite excessive vanity, there is an escape of flight as molecular bonds shape, dots and particles appear, fragmenting, subdividing.

In the genocide of your mind
Please don't leave your children behind
From the play ground to the battlefield
Peel off the discretion
Embrace your flanged confection

Talibam! is awake in a tired moment of unrest. There is a conservative epoch that annilates creativity and movement, and instead builds big trucks and bombs. Lets forget that international pander. That era of shame is over. Even the folks that say 'hey i'm in a pop band, and we're the only ones who sing about progressive lyrics' have their shit wrong, when it takes them two years and hundreds of thousands of dollars to produce the guns and bombs to make the people kneel in abrupt swells until critical behavior is a confused dimentia...an omnivision of universal forgetting...the supplements have become impure.

Baby you got my number
Oh I'm beginning to wonder
About the dreams that went asunder
Oh I'm beginning to wonder
About the blunder in the thunder

Talibam! is a product of energy and forced moment. We are a working band. We perform and play music. We create musical sculpture and build it to make those beautiful songs that you hear on this record. Move forward in peace and time.

The Brooklyn duo Talibam!’s first ESP-Disk’ release, Boogie in the Breeze Rocks, is a narrative earful as warped and wonderful as spicy pasta, fresh grapes and caramel crunch. An ensemble record joining 2008’s Thelonious Monk Jazz Institute winner, Jon Irabagon (tenor sax); Peter Evans of Sparks (trumpet); guitarists Chris Forsyth from Peeesseye, Anders Nilson and Chin Chin’s Jeremy Wilms; along with Mostly Other People Do the Killing’s Moppa Elliot on upright bass; all filtered through Talibam! to make music of one voice and cohesion. It is ensemble playing that goes beyond personal choice to capture a mood and the deep anthropology of the strange beauty of contemporary opposing and debt-maxed-out stimuli.

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released May 25, 2009

Piano, Electric Piano, Keyboards, Synthesizer, Banjo, Organ, Voice – Matthew Mottel
Drums, Percussion, Voice – Kevin Shea

Additional Musicians:
1 Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
2 Bass – Tim Dahl. Guitar, Voice – Chris Forsyth. Saxophone – Jon Irabagon. Trombone, Voice – Sam Kulik. Trumpet, Voice – Peter Evans
3 Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
4 Electric Guitar – Anders Nilsson, Jeremy Wilms. Renaissance Instruments] – Robbie Lee. Percussion – Michael Evans. Saxophone – Jon Irabagon. Trombone – Sam Kulik. Trumpet – Peter Evans. Vocals – Mike Pride
5 Bass – Tim Dahl. Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
6 Bass – Tim Dahl. Double Bass – Moppa Elliott. Electric Guitar – Anders Nilsson. Saxophone – Jon Irabagon. Trombone – Sam Kulik. Trumpet – Peter Evans. Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
7 Bass – Tim Dahl. Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
9 Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
10 Bass – Tim Dahl
11 Bass – Tim Dahl. Electric Guitar, Guitar [Fretless] – Jeremy Wilms. Trumpet – Peter Evans. Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
12 Voice – Danielle Kuhlmann
Bird field recordings from "Ornithology-Shadows" by Michael Pestel & Jeroen van Westen (11)

Produced/arranged by Talibam!

Recorded & mixed by Josh Clark at The Seaside Lounge, Brooklyn
Recorded & mastered by Mitch Rackin at Tone Floast Studios, NYC
Live recordings by Jocelyn Soubiran at Zebulon Cafe Brooklyn & Joseph Frivaldi at Club Rehab NYC
Photos by Herve Goluza (cover/back) & Syeus Mottel (inside)
Producton Manager: Adam Downey
Design by Miles Bachman

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Dadaist provocateurs with an innate love for the history of music. Talibam! is Matt Mottel and Kevin Shea.

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Track Name: Predetermined To The Master Plan
In the orchards of our history: a Californian mystery. When the words collapse to CCD, then you know its an effigy for the bumbling honey bees. Colony Collapse Disorder for sure...the supplements have become impure. Baby, you got my number ... oh I'm beginning to wonder about the dreams that went asunder ... Oh I'm beginning to wonder 'bout the blunder in the thunder!
- Lyrics by Kevin
Track Name: Entertaining The After Beast
THE RHETORICIAN SLITHERS INTO THE REFLEXIVE PEEPER.

Under a blue sky of collapsing permaculture, the rhetorician shrouds himself amongst the obstacles. Trapping blindsight knee-deep in a modern sanctuary of fuzzy bubble arrangements (like a swarm of iridescent bumblebees suspended in a jawbreaker of petrified honey), each pandering self-imitation stings with a high degree of temporal dharma...like a bite of shame resonating in the disintegrating hulls of sunken vessels fused to one transformative crack (that revolving vortex generating a deep, frozen drone; that echopraxic charity to motor resignation nurturing in swirls of auroral insight; that foreshadowing resolve to the fate of abundant production enveloping with celestial surges): the giant eyeball of narcissistic knowns bestriding fractal patterns repeating and shrinking...spinning faster and faster into an axis of equidistant interval despite excessive inhumation. In darkness: a sense of proficient flight -- then molecular bonds take shape...dots and particles appear (fragmenting/subdividing). The elements poke and drills pour in broad/abrupt swells of increasing pace until discernable behavior ceases.

LOOKING IN ALL DIRECTIONS AT ONCE AND EXPERIENCING A UNIVERSAL REMEMBRANCE.

Sitting on a cloud above the universe surrounded by a hundred floating ten-armed cephalopod marine mollusks (they were pink and blinking...resonating some sort of archetypal harmony)."

- Lyrics by Kevin
Track Name: Jim O’Rourke
In the genocide of your mind, please don't leave your children behind. From the playground to the battlefield, with a Barbie on a stick to wield, guns and bombs to make them yield. Peel off the discretion...embrace your flanged confection.
- Lyrics by Kevin
Track Name: Movement Of Ta! People
It's cause you came over that I gave you my number. It's cause you came over that we called each other. It's cause you came over that we made each other so happy that night way back when it was nigh.
- Lyrics by Kevin
Track Name: Nike Rim Johb
ROBOT says that i ain't got no money
she makes me feel like an amazonian prince
but this time i vied, she's pushed me too far
and i miss my ex more than ever
enjoy your hut in the sky the sound of clouds will make you cry
enjoy your tent in the sea raising sharks like family
enjoy your boat on the land sailing through the golden sand
imagination is free...it brings you back to talk to me!
this girl's got problems, she's got cracks in her makeup
and she shakes the whole house when she wakes up.
jenny please come back i wish that you weren't dead.
this new girl's got a heart like a big ball of lead.
jenny please come back i wish that you weren't dead.
this new girl's got a heart like a big ball of lead.
- lyrics by Kevin