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Primitive Broadcast Service

by Primitive Broadcast Service

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    Bonus items: High resolution JPGs of the original album/cd artwork by designer Justin Bacon, featuring the work of visual artist/poet David Chirot and more ... Digital download now includes new tracks "Chameleon" and "City of Clocks", demos from our 2nd album recorded Leap Day 2020 and mastered by Dan Coutant (Sun Room Audio).
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    Digi-Pack 4-panel CD w/ gatefold art, made w/ 100% recycled products. Includes album artwork and design by Justin Bacon; plus disc art: wall scrawl 200 "Luxus Street Theater" by David Chirot.

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1.
Hello old friend, it's good to see you Every now and then, I do think of you Random patios ... In the summertime We talk of Burroughs and the car that we stole. Fire And so old friend, this is where the poets go All the brazen cars, headed for the bus stop Come walk a while with me; it isn't very far We'll paint the shadows with the bright words we made. Fire Here we are old friend, listen to the wild palms shake Out there in the distance, dry in the summer haze We've got this fire escape, a pack of smokes, a jug of wine The city lights are golden. Fire escape high! Fire laughter Fire escape high
2.
Had a dream the other day Held my breath until it went away Tell me what I say Took the highway to the end of the night Machine run red run red run 'til we black the sun Black on the sun She had pictures of Calvary They were tattooed up inside her mind In her mind He was angry on the day he was born He never found a way to fill that hole inside The hole inside He was an American Gas station on a desert plain Stale coffee, cigarettes and more More of the same Burn it down Burn it down, burn it down Burn it, burn it To the ground Burn it down She had pictures of Calvary They were tattooed up inside her mind In her mind She was an American He was angry on the day he was born Never did find a way to fill that hole inside The hole inside He was an American They were Americans They were Americans They were Americans They were Americans LAST TRAIN She took the last train out of here Because everybody knows She took the last train out of here Because everybody knows this is nowhere And I can't stop the rain can't stop the rain Falling down, falling down Falling down . . .
3.
When Lou Reed died A subway stopped And the street angels jumped the turnstiles And flew into the park They ran down black alleyways Where the poets dream And Patti takes her table At the cafe And the hare krishnas Dance in union square They go sha-la-la Sha-la-la-la-lah Now who will write the stories Who will sing the songs About nothing When nothing's all there is to say When Lou Reed died The absurd and the obvious Dumpster-dived for lipstick In the rain It's so cold In the menagerie Where the wild things play Broken down symphonies And Patti Smith Takes her coffee black She's got another name To add to the elegy Now who will write the stories Who will write the songs About nothing When nothing's all there is to say Who will sing the stories Who will sing the songs About some kinds of love Some kinds of love Sha-la-la-lah Sha-la-la-lah Sha-la-la-lah Sha-la-la-lah When Lou Reed died Caroline Picked herself off the floor Said I think it's time to say Goodbye
4.
Khaki 05:23
It's a beautiful day The sun is screaming But I don't want to go out there Wanna stay home dreaming On the inside On the inside But I gotta go downtown I gotta negotiate With all these people Gotta get in the race Right now! It's a fine day For wearing Khaki It's a fine day For wearing Khaki It's a fine day In the land of the free Well I made it downtown So splendid in Khaki Like a band-aid in the sun So sticky and happy Now I'm feeling so good I think I'll get a tattoo Love me on Facebook I'm just like you It's a fine day For wearing Khaki It's a fine day For wearing Khaki It's a fine day In the land of the free
5.
No More 06:23
The wasted days have turned to grey You always said don't be afraid But I have lost the skeleton key And the thread you left in the labyrinth No more, no more No more, no more I feasted from the garden of you And yet I'm always hungry Take me down to the land of Nod To wander in the perfumed fog No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more
6.
Statue 06:21
She stands, she's a statue Won't she ever move If I saw her smiling I would stand there too In a jar Fireflies are stars These things turn to plastic She's not the only one Not the only one All my elastic particles And her electric moons Line of empty cocktails Tray of dirty spoons In a jar Fireflies are stars These things turn to plastic I'm not the only one Not the only one Love, love Love, love Down, down Down Don't know when it happened Rain inside the change Things that used to matter Lately turned to strange It's so obvious So damn obvious We have turned to plastic And we'll never move Love, love Love, love Down, down Down Going down Down Love, love Love Love
7.
Polar Bear 10:19
I. Murder Desert Things are not what they seem I can feel it in my bones I can smell it on the sea When the dead winds blow I awoke from a dream The world was different there All my friends were near The ice clouds were beautiful Beautiful II. Human Highway A human highway is born It cuts across the dawn Weeping blood of the earth Mankind in time Got a message from the wolf He said "bear it's time to go" I hear only the sea The true north is where I'm from III. Sedna IV. Island of One I am an island of one Drifting on an endless sea Surfer where the tides they run Sailor on the open breeze Fisherman atop the earth Captain of the frozen night I will live forever Set a course for the northern sky V. Ghost Dance

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Our debut album, composed in 2017 in sessions w/ drummer Mark Allyn and over a winter in Milwaukee, 2017-18, as Bryan Dorn took over on drums. We were joined in March by bassist Henry Fordney, and Primitive Broadcast Service was born on the Ides, in the shards of "Fire Escape High" and on the icy murder deserts of "Polar Bear". ... Album recorded May 25-27, 2018, at Million Yen Studios in Chicago.

"On their self-titled debut, Milwaukee noise-rock trio Primitive Broadcast Service channel some of the best post-rock auteurs; most markedly Hüsker Dü and Sonic Youth in the way they distillate dirty guitar and bass riffs with war-march drum beats into reverent anthems time and again creating distorted hooks that are as good if not better than any pop hook.” -- Jamie Robash, Dernier Mots Celebres.

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released June 18, 2019

Produced by John-david Morgan, Primitive Broadcast Service.
Recorded and mixed by Jeff Dean, Million Yen Studios, Chicago.
Mastered by Dan Coutant, Sun Room Audio, Cornwall (NY).
Guitars and vocals: J.D. Morgan
Bass Guitar: Henry Fordney
Drums: Bryan Dorn

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Primitive Broadcast Service Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Three-piece noise rock band from Brew City (ma-wau-kee), WI. Urban skronk for these times. Street talk in the dissonant sprawl.

Latest album, Colors for Chameleons, released in Oct. 2021, is the band's 2nd full length album and first 12" vinyl release, available for purchase on Bandcamp.

S/t debut album (2018-19) is available here in CD and digital download.

Album #3 is coming soon in 2024-25.
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