Greetings and welcome to Majestic Litter dot com. We continue to participate in the Internet, barely, yet triumphantly since we have emerged from getting hacked and a couple years of indifference. We changed our password, and the joke about having a shitty-looking late ’90s website? Turned out that it was just a plain old shitty-looking website and the joke was on you-know-who.

Since we last posted we moved across the country and back across the country and holy fucking shit things are different. But not everything! Drinking beers on Friday night will always be a thing.

NEW:
* Stephen Bartolomei used to make modestly amazing songs that could be called “singer-songwriter” in the literal sense (not the milquetoast Guitar Center guitar guy coffee shop sense).  On Approaching Machines Vol. 1 he trades in his dexterous guitar moves and smooth tenor for something simultaneously more machine and more animal. Primitive drum machines keep time; a Farfisa growls through fuzz; a bass provides melodic ballast; a drum throbs; anxious ticks tick in the background; a guitar spiders up the double helix. If dredged through genre one could say it’s on the gnarlier side of krautrock, post-post-rock, or homemade proto-industrial musique concrète. Agitated machines, man.
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* McCarthy Trenching did a cool thing and made another record, Perfect Game. It was a real bucket list thing around ML HQ to put our seal on a McCT tape. Dan wrote up a really great “From the desk of” and I’m not going to try to do it justice here so go read it on the Bandcamp and get a tape if you’re feeling it. We love this one and will say unequivocally and inappropriately: these are 10 bangers that will [redacted] your [redacted] until your [redacted] becomes [redacted]. I’m not sure what just happened, but these songs are vibrant and vulnerable as a red maple, and if you know what that means, you know what that means.
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*Peaceful Valley went and did it again. Quiet Light was recorded casually at home on weekends when the light was right and the world was mellower, and finished casually, remotely, digitally, separately, when the forest fire daylight was all wrong and the world was not fucking mellow. And yet J. Angelo and friends (including a General Electric dehumidifier) persevered to produce this gem. Unhurried space rock that a late ’90s zine might’ve called slowcore. RIYL: golden days indie rock, homing in, zoning out, hard feelings, soft drugs, home recording, Portland Trail Blazers.
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*Supermoon, oh Supermoon, how we love thee. We were so psyched to get the call to release this puppy however many moons ago when the moon was indeed super and a return to “normal life” seemed like it was only a paycheck away. The album delivers on its title Half Country in ten duets across 30 minutes, “short and sweet like a half stick of gum.” Jake and Morgan have played in a ton of bands, but I’ve heard it on good authority that this one might be the best of all.
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* Stefanie Drootin released a six-song jammer cleverly titled Stefanie Drootin’s Dinner Theater. Off-the-cuff, groovy, fun, unmistakably Stef. I double dog dare you to listen to “Ghosts Forever” and not tap your foot or bob your head. And that’s the vibe straight on through to the semi-languorous closer, “Grand Standard.” Smart, inventive songwriting and some nice curveballs to keep you on your toe-tapping toes.
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CLASSIC:

* Umm no longer needs an introduction ’cause it’s been a couple years since they released their FUCKING GREAT debut LP. Why haven’t they made another? A digital version is on all the soul-sucking, money-grubbing, totally convenient streaming sites and you can get more handsome files or a vinyl LP at our Bandcamp site. (LP recommended.)
* Anna McClellan‘s tape Fire Flames melted cassette decks and broke hearts across America. Tapes are long sold out but it’s on all the digital music spots. Yo, and there’s this video for the title track. She’s released a couple stellar LPs since and they’re worth the cash. Go see her on tour if that is a thing that ever happens on Earth again.
* Big Harp‘s tape Waveless is still mega-ultra-fun and also in dwindling supply. Like, maybe three tapes left. Once they’re gone, they’re gone! 11 delightful blasts of thrash pop radness, in case you forgot. Their third terrible album.
* The Good Life went undormant and had a new album a bunch of years ago, Everybody’s Coming Down, and now are long dormant again. We negotiated to release it on the most premium format: cassette. There are plenty of these things left because apparently you all live in 1975 or 1998 or 2017 and prefer LPs, CDs, and digital files. (Hot secret news for all the grandmas and grandpas out there: cassette reissue of an old scorcher of a TGL album coming soon-ish?)
Jake Bellows released his debut solo long-player New Ocean a while back but not really that long ago on an epochal scale. It’s technically out of print but if you want one bad enough I could probably find one in the basement. Help cassettes went back in print and back out of print. If you’re reading this and bought the thing on cassette and always wondered why we didn’t release the B-side digitally, well, email us and we’ll send you the file.
Our Fox‘s Sea Glass is available on cassette. Severely limited edition dubbed onto blue tapes here at ML HQ one-by-one in real-time while we type on and cut photos from 35mm film to make the inserts. What would Walter Benjamin think?
Red Lobster Magnifying Glass is still hardly at work on something stupid with a stupider name. Knockin’ on Kevin’s Door and Trashville Skyline have been shelved in the design phase but there are rumblings of Vitamin Yeah seeing the light of day. “Oh My God, This Lane Ends” could be the best song you never heard in 2008 or 2022.
Breakfast considers existence about every 9 or 11 years so maybe 2021 will bring a murmur? Just kidding. They might make shirts though.
* We’ve accepted that the trillion-dollar coin is not going to happen.
* The Cubs won. That was really something. Like 1,700 days later they traded their whole infield in one day. Things gotta die for other things to be born.
* Carnitas, still.