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Album · 2016

Flooded Lot

by Rue Calloway-Voss

One night, one room, a rotating crew of players, and a voice shouting across a flooded parking lot.

Tracks

  1. 1. Three A.M. Is Not My FriendI wrote this at the kitchen table with the fridge humming at me. We played it first because it starts so quiet you can hear the room.slowcore, sludge4:04
  2. 2. Flooded Lot, Open MouthThis is the one where I stand in the rain and yell at lampposts. It's the truest thing I had to say that year.sludge rock, garage rock4:37
  3. 3. Blanket Fort StaticA heater, some records, rain on the glass. I wanted the fuzz to feel like a blanket pulled over your head.dream grunge, lo-fi4:50
  4. 4. Kitchen Radio LullabyJust a kitchen radio left on till morning. We played it so softly the drummer used brushes made of rolled-up newspaper.lo-fi, slowcore2:56
  5. 5. Smooth Talker, Slow DanceThe band slid into a slow dance groove and I just went with it. It's a torch song wearing a flannel shirt.torch rock, bluesy hard rock2:56
  6. 6. Grandma's Recipe Card, Grease-StainedI found my grandmother's recipe card with a grease stain on the corner and sat on the floor for an hour. This is what came out.lo-fi grunge, folk grunge3:35
  7. 7. Streetlight SwayAn empty street, a slow night, a little sway. We kept the take because the guitar drifted flat in exactly the right place.dream grunge, noir rock3:40
  8. 8. Stall in the Church LotWe used to sneak into the church lot on Sunday nights in my dad's old car. The engine growl you hear is mostly the bass amp.groove rock, southern sludge3:22
  9. 9. Shutters Down, Lights Out, StayWind at the door, rain sideways on the floor, and nowhere else I wanted to be. The loud part arrives like a storm shutter slamming.grunge, quiet-loud3:33
  10. 10. Warm Engine, Cold ShoulderSomebody once told me I'd never make it, so I wrote them a swaggering reply. It closes the record because it still sounds like a dare.swagger rock, garage rock3:53

Liner notes

We cut this in a single night with whoever showed up and could hold a beat. The guitar was a thrift-store thing that never stayed in tune, and I stopped fighting it around the second song. Rain was hammering the roof the whole time, so you can hear it if you listen between the quiet parts. Nobody played anything twice. I shouted because the room was big and I was small, and that's the whole record.

Rue Calloway-Voss