All Hands

by Doomtree

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1.
Final Boss
2.
My Own Nation
3.
4.
5.
Heavy Rescue
6.
80 on 80
7.
Mini Brute
8.
Cabin Killer
9.
Beastface
10.
The Bends
11.
Generator
12.
Off in the Deep
13.
Marathon

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The newest Doomtree record is called All Hands, due January 27th 2015. The title nods to the nautical rally cry, "All hands on deck," and the album stands as the most collaborative and cohesive project the crew has yet produced. The production from Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, Paper Tiger, and P.O.S twists through 13 booming tracks, building the raw and epic soundscapes that the group has become well known for, while adding more of-the-moment musical elements and techniques for a genre-spanning effect. This is the sound of old friends fine-tuning their craft, both together and individually, for over a decade, and it shows. Lyrically, All Hands sounds hungry as all hell. The three-year gap between Doomtree albums has given each of the five emcees substantial time to grow as solo artists, and the group's return finds everyone tour-tested with plenty to prove. Sims, P.O.S, Mike Mictlan, Dessa, and Cecil Otter drive home razor-sharp cadences, hard-hitting punchlines, and monstrous choruses, passing the spotlight back and forth until the house lights come up.

To write All Hands, crew members sequestered themselves in a cabin with no cell reception to distract from the task at hand and no neighbors to be bothered by the music playing through the night. The process informed the product: the record creates and operates within its own sphere—a particular mix of menace, humor, beauty, and adrenaline. Though the Minneapolis sound is present on All Hands, the record is as much a product of seven friends, relying only on each other, working in international waters.

Both the catchiest and densest album in the group's catalog, All Hands adeptly walks a tightrope of immediately memorable hooks and in-depth lyricism that rewards repeated listens. The result is equally worthy of up-to-11 trunk-rattling drives as it is late-night headphone sessions.

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releases 27 January 2015

DTR-050

TRACKED BY BRADY MOEN AT THE HIDEAWAY MPLS
ADDITIONAL RECORDING BY CECIL OTTER AT 1331
MIXED AND ENGINEERED BY JOE MABBOTT AT THE HIDEAWAY MPLS
MASTERED BY BRUCE TEMPLETON AT MAGNETO MASTERING
ART DIRECTION BY STEFON ALEXANDER
PHOTOGRAPHY BY GRAHAM TOLBERT
DESIGN BY EMMANUEL MAULEÓN
EXECUTIVE PRODUCTION BY CECIL OTTER AND LAZERBEAK
WRANGLED BY LAZERBEAK
WRITTEN BY US

DOOMTREE IS:
CECIL OTTER — REBEL YELLOW (ASCAP)
DESSA — LOREM IPSUM (ASCAP)
LAZERBEAK — LEGEND RECOGNIZE LEGEND (ASCAP)
MIKE MICTLAN — DEITY FOR HIRE (ASCAP)
PAPER TIGER — SKIP STEPS 1&3 (ASCAP)
P.O.S — HALF A KIDNEY HALF A LUNG MUSIC (ASCAP)
SIMS — SIMS IS A BUSINESS (ASCAP)
ANDER OTHER
SPECIAL THANKS TO MARY THAYER

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Doomtree Minneapolis

Doomtree is a collective of seven friends who live in Minneapolis and make music together. They’ve earned acclaim for genre- defying recordings, explosive live performances, and their fierce loyalty to one another. Members include P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger. The DIY outfit has built an international fanbase one city, one show, and one song at a time. ... more

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Track Name: .38 Airweight
(Stef)
Bernie Goetz / I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz / Bang, hit deck / D.B. Cooper and EasyJet / Bang, go west / find me a place that time forgets / Bang, check out with the best / Get rest in a real way
(Hook)
Hangin off the chain / back against the frame / off the wall / Cut against the grain / rub everything raw / call it off / Come and get me mane / number still the same / give a call / Prolly let it rang / playin a different game / kill em all
(Sims)
Sinking ships, I’ve been thinking about sinking ships / big risk, pink slips, point missed / blame, I’ve been looking for someone to blame / campaigns, big banks, close aim, point blank, bang / Flag raised out the barrel end / reads you can’t win / it means you can’t win / Bang, I’ve been looking for a new escape / probably best if I burrow in / opt out not cop out / I’m just trying to carve my slice / but the game played is knives out / and there ain’t nowhere hide / so I guess it’s time / no more taking the bait / straight- laced complacent restraint / got my wrists bent where they can’t lift up / let me counter with this / not with a whimper, with a bang / Bang
(Hook)
(Stef)
Yeah, vaguest threats / I been thinkin bout Bernie Goetz / Charley Bronson, lay em wet / I been thinkin bout pulling out heart from / chest plate, laid waste / I been thinkin bout saving face / I been thinkin my saving grace is / claiming spaces and escaping / Slip slip slip in smoke and self-erasing / Not a trace,
not a sketch / etched in opal, held in place / Bang, I been thinkin bout safe / I been thinkin bout motives / I been runnin in place / Bang
(Cecil)
Loaded, I’ve been drinking I’m loaded / consequences eroded, yeah I’m on the fence and they know it / all them politics have been quoted / ain’t gonna call it quits or decode it / alright—all my chips will be thrown in / sack of shit, I’m reloaded / Shots ring off in the distance, make no difference / driving in a car but there ain’t no engine on / instincts gone, instant song / it’s been a long and winey road / Oh and the bottle’s half gone and the throttle ain’t responding / no plans no land so....
(Mike)
Grown Man Syndrome, ex-Planeteer / you could grow out or grow up, just outlast your peers / and the children of the corn syrup got em by the ears / walk behind the fields, all the dreams reflect your fears
/ Ain’t nothing else but pull the belt / spread the wealth / but who dusts the shelf? / Hell to pay but
it sells itself / I ordered paradise / Born and raised without the help / Now it’s shorter days, I couldn’t tell / flawed in all the ways, bottle holidays / spend some time on myself / Pop quiz hot shot, quick fixer-upper / another notch and lock stock—bang / you’s a sucker / Blame it on my nature but I learned it from my mother / tattoos on my hands replace the lines inside my palms, gone / De-anxietized, heavy metal weighted joints / play the parts but I’ll pace my points / back to the crowd and I face the noise / Homebase, chase the ghost, nothing’s never safe / I made a stick into a gun and stared right at the sun / Bang
(Hook)
Track Name: Gray Duck
(Mike)
Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni / dickin on a squad car, vickin on a fully / sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby / pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun / Boots to the ceiling, boostin the serum / so sincere, brutes new to the feeling / Ridin on the old scene, buck if you hear me / bucks for the fabric of your fiber / bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter / Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive / Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine / Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes / crease in the khakis, piece to the side / Forgotten youth when older mutants played Magneto / we believed the strip and never plagiarized their credo / Fashion cutter for the fascist, dirty- lipped and truly goony / Looney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoony / No King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger Legacy / No anonymity, no forced validity / False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost / tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO!
(Dessa)
Take the skins / hang em on the walls / not trophies, just reminders / what is left here when we fall
(Stef)
Ay, I’m pushing up on your tempo / she too stoned Nintendo / I’m Vint Cerf, she Pink Floyd / I’m jumpin out the window / Sike, I’m fly, I float aight right by / cut my own moat / get by with my chose fam / dismantle thrones / All the fuck in your station / all up in your dark / awkward in ya Marc Maron conversations / call em out the park / hangin out then Van Halen cabs in your city / all up on your block opposite the cops / y’all should all fuck with me / style like a Cadillac / crash with a battle axe handy / Gucci store fire on the couture / then planes, trains, and automobiles, I’m John Candy / Y’all just can’t stand me / I make em feel ridiculous / pickin apart they postures put together meticulously awful / in the air, hostile / the fingernails, watch em / sit and stare, box em if I gotta / Panic is the fashion / I arrow to the action / Pied Piper through all types a shit / types like me y’all ain’t fuckin with
(Hook)
Go get it / or go without / You going nowhere / run that shit into the ground / Go get it / or go without / We go for broke / and run that shit into the ground
(Dessa)
Struck by lightning / with a hand in the sand / came to with a fist fused in glass / Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash / Sparks on the pavement / dragging the chain / anchor’s off, man, lost it again / steady on gotta push through the rain / weather in the veins, came for this / train for this, fuck / made for this, pray they miss, duck / duck gray duck gets up and running / rest fall back like a bridge in London / brand new brakes I never touch em
(Sims)
You’re all spin move, you’re doing too much / rental car, trick cigar / I’m just laughing while that whole thing blows up / looking like I’m Joakim Noah / black mask, take your gas money / my name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funny / I ain’t afraid to change lines, state, date, or face / I’m option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslines / at least for the next eight months / then I change up like it ain’t much / you do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups / still blabbing bout some frame up vision / MN living gray duck risen / nay fucks given, way subliminal / class-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotal / see what is left is suspect / the Pepsi Gen went crystal meth / and punk rock dads scream rap is dead / I laughed until I lost my chill / I’m really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at Will / half shark alligator and my Philly filled / Mill City kid in the field / gritty is in the blood, proof is in the track / fifty in the tank, on you like a Mac Truck / roll with a ton on my back / better back up fast
(Hook)