Adam McGrath - Methuen's Lot (2024) [Hi-Res]

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Title: Methuen's Lot
Year Of Release: 2024
Label: Pax Aeternum Digital
Genre: Alternative Rock, Folk Rock, Indie Rock, Singer-Songwriter
Quality: flac lossless (tracks) / flac 24bits - 44.1kHz
Total Time: 00:41:26
Total Size: 264 / 470 mb
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Tracklist

01. Betray the Dream
02. Baremeadow Lane
03. Neighborhood Bird Dispute
04. August Glow
05. In Memoriam
06. Methuen's Lot
07. Empty Moon
08. Thoughts of You
09. Impaled Upon The Crossroads

Adam McGrath, of the tenured band Cave In, and as seen in Clouds, Nomad Stones, and Wear Your Wounds, fell into a deep sleep. He dreamt of a place called METHUEN, the first place to shape him and the original world of which he inhabited. This was the northern Massachusetts working class town that he had grown up in. He traveled through the streets and backroads and saw many characters along the way.

He crossed paths with Alice, chained in her “Jar of Flies,” Mr. Beck with all his “mutations,” and even Sir Zeppelin himself, which had Led him to the “III.” He made it “On the Beach” where the Boys and brothers Wilson harmonized with the sun and found shaky Uncle Neil, who kept us all Young while turning that califrown upside down. He saw the times of future pasts with mix cassette tapes dubbed with nineties hardcore seven inches and LP’s discovered from word of mouth, xeroxed fanzines, and mail order purchase.

Driving his mother’s 1990 Mercury Sable station wagon down Baremeadow Lane, the tape reels spun in the boombox wedged between the front seats, as it screamed decibels into the night. This dream world would be the place he would welcome visits from the family and friends he had lost along the way and saw them unchanged by time. The fabric of this world had been colored and illuminated wholeheartedly by the fantastical and sometimes horrific musings of Mr. Vonnegut, Mr. McCarthy, and Sai King.

Acoustic and electric 6 strings would sound out the mold. Distorted signals through hot vacuum tube transmitters would burn. Demon wind blown into a melodica called for battle while black and white keys engaged in sparkling the sound. The journey would be more important than the destination.


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