Plaids
by Plaids
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nineteen
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twenty
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twenty one
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twenty two
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twenty three
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twenty four
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twenty five
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twenty six
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twenty seven
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twenty eight
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twenty nine
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thirty
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Full Album Sequence
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about
PRE ORDER LINK (includes lossless download!) barelyregalrecords.com
Hear a bonus track from the recording here: plaids.bandcamp.com/album/four-2014-recording
Art for Blind / Barely Regal recordings 2014
Hear a bonus track from the recording here: plaids.bandcamp.com/album/four-2014-recording
Art for Blind / Barely Regal recordings 2014
credits
released 16 May 2014
Recorded at Stuck on A Name by Boulty
Mixed by Joe Caithness at Subsequent Mastering
Mastered by Brad at Audioseige
Plaids is Nick, Greenberg, Joe C and Phil
Recorded at Stuck on A Name by Boulty
Mixed by Joe Caithness at Subsequent Mastering
Mastered by Brad at Audioseige
Plaids is Nick, Greenberg, Joe C and Phil
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discography
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May 2014 -
Oct 2013 -
May 2014
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Jul 2013 -
Mar 2013 -
Mar 2013 -
Oct 2012 -
Mar 2012 -
Apr 2012
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- Track Name: twenty nine
- "It's not right, it makes me uncomfortable.. I don't know" we say clutching our ideals. We draw lines, we can't comprehend their curves and connect them, enforce them when it appeals. It makes it easier to shout a statement when your vocabulary is as small as fits. In a room a similar shape and size to ours someone just like us moves around. Rearranges the furniture and leaves from a different door, using the window when it suits. On the surface it is legible in monochrome but a solid shade is only light that is broken up, it's the way our eyes perceive that makes it what it is. Between the black and white there is grey lines and dashes themselves made up of what they are. I let the colours run to nerves and seep through, touching every corner, unashamed of what it might contain. A picture made up of many colours, themselves a hybrid: a beautiful landscape. To see in black and white a filter separating what's really there and what's easier to see, a pane of glass that serves to smooth the pictures in our head: a vision once so clear. We defy our character by separation, ignorance and fear.
