FAMOUS SHIPWRECKS EP

by SPY ISLAND

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“The Famous Shipwrecks EP is prime indie rock. On it’s third release, Spy Island seize inspiration from the finely aged sounds of Mercury Rev and Pavement and capture those rare aesthetics that, for many, define indie rock. The sound screams DIY, where fabricated flaws and seemingly carefree musicianship are just part of the plan. The scruffy but charming end result doesn't happen by chance. The band, led here by songwriter Dale Nicholls, follows inspiration all the way through. On Famous Shipwrecks, Nicholls makes a convincing show of his musical prowess beneath a crude exterior. Hodgepodge sonics yield catchy results. Shame it all has to end so soon.” -Damon/Delusions of Adequacy

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released May 21, 2008

Famous Shipwrecks was recorded and mixed by Dale Nicholls and Rian Lewis in some of Portland's most illustrious basements, bedrooms, and garages. The result is a short and sweet five-song collection of hand-made micro epics. Mastered by Kris Crummet. Blake Carrillo did the sweet artwork.

Music mined from the minds of these spies:
William Bryan-drums
Bryan Free- mob vocals
RL- lap steel, guitar, bass, keys, vocals, etc.
Luke Mahan- keys, guitar
DN- vocals, guitar, bass, keys, etc.
Kelli Schaefer- vocals
Bret Vogel- sax

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SPY ISLAND Los Angeles, California

Spy island is a band/shut-in collective. Caffeinated cellar dwellers. They live in Portland, OR and Los Angeles.

New album in the works.

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Track Name: Pink Like Smog
I saw your sweater on the chair, green and folded like a cat. Smell of love, smell of fear and warm beer, our summertime nightmare. Our bodies tall and pink like smog. With our crooked eyes we watched the halogen trees move only inches. Lock the doors and hit the trenches!

Yeah, but they’re catching on! I can see the shadows across the lawn. Yeah, but they‘re catching on! What we gonna do now that summer‘s gone?

I touched your hand then moved away, you wore my yellow shirt everyday. Time has come for manufactured thrills, but time heals and time kills, and I’m dyin'.

Yeah, but they’re catching on! I can see the shadows across the lawn. Yeah, but they’re catching on! What we gonna do now that summer’s gone? Yeah, but there‘s something wrong! You said I was king, but I’m just a pawn placed upon this golden memory, to look upon your frozen face Because I wanted you to jump, and you wanted me to stay.
Track Name: Lovely Phone Calls (from midwestern bonfires)
The sound of your sandals hitting the wood floor in my kitchen, my fevered condition had started this mission. The smell of dead seagulls in the bathroom by the ocean, and you had the notion the end was approaching. Your aqua eyes have swam away

Peepers burn from the smoke and belly hurts from the joke. A party broke out at the fight last night!
Shoot-out in heaven, they’re filing chapter eleven and the huddled hoodrats are still yearning to breath

Your aqua eyes have swam away (liars haze and power plays)
Your aqua eyes have swam away (I hope it’s just a phase)
Your aqua eyes have swam away (I can’t keep the dogs at bay)

Right before we lost the war, how many tanks were at your door? Right before we lost the war, the glass was half-full and ready to pour (this is how we do it)

Take the knife from my back, but the money in the bag! Goose-step into the sunset!
Here comes the new old-time religion! Yeah!
Track Name: Ecorse Fireworks
Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
Clapping hands in the stands for the Caesar’s sick commands
Toxic wine, it’s party time/Smack our eyes until they shine
Handcuffed to the bed as the house goes up in flames
Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
Ancient yards, drinking mates burning swingsets in their wake
We shout out from the deep while she drinks and dreams of sleep
Hand on cheek, skin and bones
Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
Track Name: Avery
It’s just the usual dilution, a particular insertion. To watch your painful smoking. I really thought we could beat this
You are my medication, my drunken dedication. You are my medication, my midnight destination
And I’ve been scheming for hours, picking teams and flowers
Can you hear the distant hand claps? Explain this shady broadcast
You are my medication, my midnight destination. You are my medication, my one-time education
Avery, why are you crying? I promise I’ll stop lying
You are my medication, my one-time education. You are my medication, my dying inspiration
Track Name: Small Storm
Birthday cakes at Irish wakes. He likes his name and Christmas trees on fire
A dizzy dream: insurgent’s sting and medical devices for your psyche
Had enough? Oh my god, I’ve had enough
Is this how it feels to lose it?
I am feeling pixelated. I don’t want to feel pixelated anymore
As we slide into the ocean, we will take a final breath
Before we charge this vacation, we will stay and applaud the sunset