In the summer of 2016, Seattle WA band Crystal Desert teamed up with producer Simon Nicol to create a series of recordings which explore the darker corners of their manic psychedelic rock sound. Originally released incrementally as singles on limited-run cassettes, all of the BLACK SUMMER songs are now available here as a definitive collection.
Coming off of a tour in support of the "Four Corners: A Split" compilation and their February 2016 debut EP "What Is Crystal Desert?," the band invested their energy into a series of songwriting and audio recording experiments which became the BLACK SUMMER sessions. All of the songs were recorded in pairs in the foyer of a 115 year old house in Everett, WA. Each pair of songs makes use of a different set of audio engineering techniques.
released September 24, 2016
:: Ryan Alexander - Guitar & Vocals ::
:: Josh Ihler - Drums ::
:: Christian Smith - Bass ::
:: Produced by Simon Nicol & Crystal Desert ::
:: Mixed by Simon Nicol & Crystal Desert ::
:: Mastered by Levi Seitz @ Black Belt Mastering ::
:: All songs written by Crystal Desert ::
:: Track 3 originally written by Wipers ::
:: Art & design by R. Alexander ::
The rise of monolithica
A gift from the afterlife
Let the regicides divide
Unrest in the triage!
Undone in the galleria
Let your soiled mind unwind
Is it more poetic to say that I'm blind?
Forget my life -- wasted on more lifeless time
Track Name: No Fair
Through the shadows
As the dreams of your darkness died
Every time I turn around you're there
Take a piece
Of our lives
Didn't think that we would care?
Now we turn around and it's no fair.
Track Name: Revenge Complex
I’LL TAKE THE WASTE LAND!
WITH PLASTIC COATED ATTITUDE
AND AN EMPTY LITTLE ROOM FOR MY EMPTY LITTLE FASCIST PURSUITS
SEATTLE OWES ME!
MY DECADE OF FAME
AND MY DESIGN FOR THE BANNER OF TRUTH IS JUST A SPACE FOR MY NAME
SWALLOWED UP BY THE SHADOWS
IS IT ANY LESS DANGEROUS?
AS I DELIVER THE RIFLE IN THE CULTURAL FOURTH REICH PERVERTICAL RUST
I’M MOMMA’S LITTLE CHASTISEE
Track Name: Generator 9
Patient under time
Sent to work the generator 9
Pools of black align
Obsolete containers of your life
(The body and mind)
Beyond the odds I found your ego
Bent along the value of death
Beyond the odds I found the reason
Rest to the restless end
I've seen a struggle two oblivions deep
I've seen the final buckle of oblivious knees
I’ve seen the sacred bleach absolve a beautiful mind
I’ve seen the sacred permanence of Generator 9
Keep knocking on doors that read “vacancy”
And read the writings on the wall
Your misconception of reality has brought us to a halt
Track Name: Black Summer
Time is getting heavy
In the age where dreams go to die
Clutch your evil nature
And hang on for your life
But when we say goodbye
You'll wash your accomplished hands
You'll make a new life
Forged out of the sacred times
Life becomes one black summer after the other
And you can't fight the vertigo
Don't let your thoughts dry
Soak them in the sacred brine
Without a purpose...
Without a fear...
Your soul is clear...
And when we say goodbye
I'll wash these disheveled hands
You'll make a new life
Corrupted by the endless sky
Eulogies and epitaphs you gotta write
Tell the world their fathers are gonna die
Hide your eyes, the black stains are turning white
Generate the sickness of your own...