Inevitable Collapse… is a gritty metal album from deep in the bowels of the bayou. The songs assault you with sheer chaos then switch gears into meaty, heavily low-end slow downs. Then right when you’ve been lulled they throw you right back into it. With solid lyrics and completely badass artwork, this album has worked its way into my top 10. If you’re familiar with previous albums, you’ll find this one to be more raw and angry, with a little more Louisiana in the mix. If you have heard them before but weren’t impressed, this is definitely the album that will change your mind.

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The fine folks at Asthmatic Kitty have given interested music snobs the option to pre-order the album. And they’ve sweetened the deal by throwing in a free online EP containing some alternate takes from the album.

Here’s Inside A Boy, the album’s first single:

Well, they just got a little more generous. And this time, it doesn’t involve one monolithic company pandering to other monolithic companies. Microsoft is going to start paying some indie labels.

I wonder if it’s because Tony Brummel yelled at Bill Gates. We all remember how well that worked out for him when he did it to Steve Jobs.

Jade Tree Records was born in 1991, and has been a pivotal independent label, which is more than a moniker for them, as they are still owned by their own damn selves. Jade Tree has always been known as an artist friendly label with their rage against the industry business model of splitting all sales with the artist 50/50 rather than the “well send you a check if you make platinum” approach. Jade Tree has had a history of putting out a varied style of bands such as The Promise Ring, Life Time, Pedro The Lion, Avail, Jets To Brazil, and Joan of Arc. But in the past year Jade Tree has had more than half of their roster move onto other labels:

• David Bazan broke up Pedro The Lion and then moved his future solo recordings to Barsuk. You can listen to a 2007 solo show bootleg where he gives his reasons for the label switch during a Q and A session in between songs here.
• Young Widows left back in March for the land of encouraged experimentation and post-rock pastures of Temporary Residence.
• At this years SXSXW Fucked Up started a riot and then signed with Fat Wreck Chords.
• Lords found out Jade Tree could only release their new album digitally so they found a label to buy them out of their recording debt and release the album the old fashioned way - on plastic.
• Ester Drang is reaching the point of inactivity where it’s a safe bet to call them broken up.

In a recent interview Lords singer/guitarist Chris Owens made mention of financial problems at Jade Tree that were going to be taken care of by the hope of sales of the new These Arms Are Snakes record.

With These Arms Are Snakes no longer on Jade Tree that hoped for cash flow is going to be going to Suicide Squeeze now. Jade Tree still currently has four active bands, but none of them have the selling possibility and history as These Arms Are Snakes meaning Jade Tree could go the way of the buffalo or they could go into a time of digital and small releases. I personally hope it’s the latter.

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:: Candace of Walls of Jericho thinks some Brandan from Bleeding Through is such a hunk. Like, OMG.

:: The legendary track One Armed Scissor, by At the Drive-In, will be on Guitar Hero IV. Yes, I said legendary.

And I was kind of getting frustrated that people assumed that I was all about metal… and say all you want, but that’s not me. Don’t like it, sorry, some of it’s alright.

It’s a gut feeling in a way, but your heart really speaks to you through your dreams and your soul speaks to you through your dreams, and it’s trying to tell you something.

I said, you know what, I’m gonna go on my journey. I left LA and I traveled out to Pennsylvania, met with John [Bechdel], and basically stayed in his studio. I was already friends with John cause he had worked with Fear Factory already, so he let me stay at his house, he and his family were very warm. They have a lot of property, about 15 acres in the woods. It was a great place to be for someone who wants to get away and isolate themselves. In some ways the woods were a cloister for me, a sanctuary, and that’s where the music really flowered.

Learn more about Burton, and the role of the subconsious here.

I really want to tell you how awesome the tunes are but I wont because it always sounds a bit naff when you read bands gushing about how their album is going to “change the world/blow your head off/make you wet yourself etc”. It’s a bit like a fart really. Rather than going “this is going to be the best fart ever!!” before dropping one I think it’s better just to say nothing, let that bad boy go and watch on in smug satisfaction as your wonderful creation is unleashed, enveloping the senses of those in it’s path.

Granted, it’s good to know they’re not taking themselves too seriously. But how can you when you’re in a band like Funeral For A Friend?

And now a tour diary written by my friend Mark Redding of The Shackeltons. Enjoy.

Here is the scoop on The Shackeltons’ first ever national tour. At 6am on April 2 we set out for a 7,000 mile drive across America in our Honda minivan (with our new little 4’x6’ trailer).

April 2. We leave Chambersburg, Pa., for Indianapolis’ Luna Records. The eight-hour drive is met with an ecstatic frenzied crowd of the store clerk, the store photographer and a random guy who didn’t know who we were. After the wild set of six songs, we basked in the glory with the store clerk and the photographer (the other guy left before we finished). We conquered Indianapolis, time to drive to Chicago. But first we get to stay at Eric’s (guitar) cousin-in-laws. We get the kids’ bunk beds (kids slept upstairs), and in the morning we play soccer with the 4-and-7 year olds.

April 3. Chicago is smaller than I thought. Maybe I’m just bigger now. After yesterday’s huge success, I’m feeling pretty tall. Four blocks down the street from the Darkroom (the club) is a true hipster mecca — a record store. It’s crawling with post-emo hipsters because Dirty Projectors just played an acoustic set! We want to be in on this cool. But we are too late. Back at the Darkroom, we get filmed for an interview by an Equalizer.

We feel like stars for a minute. We open the night (four bands) and find out that we are the kind of heat Chicago has been looking for after a long winter. After the show, my friend Dave gave me Dr. Shultz’s Super Food. It tastes like fish food smells. It’s green, and supposed to replace all the vegetables a band misses out on while on tour. It’s now 1:00 a.m., and we need to drive all night to Minneapolis.

April 4. Wisconsin is foggy at 6:30 a.m. Dan is driving and listening to the new Bon Iver CD we scored at the Chicago record store. The CD was recorded in a cabin in Wisconsin.

8:00 a.m. we arrive to our couch-surfing home in Minneapolis. We get free places to stay from the amazing site, Couchsurfing.com. The hosts are trusting and gracious. We sleep on their beds and couches and awake at noon to get ready to drive to The Current radio station. Tapes ‘n Tapes just played live, now it’s our turn. At 2:00 p.m. we load in, after I took a mouthful of the Dr. Shultz green food and almost choked. A large bottle of water helped me as I repeatedly spewed the green gook out of my mouth. A favorable sight: me spewing outside this fine public radio establishment. The studio is HUGE and glorious. We meet the engineer (who used to tour with the Violent Femmes), producer, and host. It was magical. I talked about getting hit by a car at age five. Listen here.

The evening is a show at the Triple Rock. As we were setting up a guy yells from the crowd, “The Shackeltons are god.” I turned around, jumped off the stage, and met this zealot. He was around 40 years old and had two buddies with him (one was his bandmate). I was told that our CD was frequently played before they practiced, and that it was “fucking awesome” and their pick for best release of 2008.

My heart was warmed by these gentlemen. After the show, I met four different couples who came after hearing the radio broadcast. They had never heard us, but said the stories I told on the radio made them laugh so hard as they drove home from work and they knew they had to come to the show. Oh, and the music stole their hearts too.

But the best story came from a guy who had bought all our CDs in the past, and had no idea we were playing that night (until the morning of the show). He had just been to his best friend’s father’s funeral. His girlfriend wanted to go out (which he said she never does) and he just happened to check Triple Rock’s website. When he read “The Shackeltons” he thought, “No way, it must be some local Celtic band, but not MY Shackeltons”… well, it turns out it’s HIS Shackeltons and the evening is now a mind-blowing date for he and the girlfriend. After the show we got to sit in the bar together (a good hour) and hear his amazing story. Our two Couchsurfing hosts rode home on their 10-speeds, a bit drunk. Minneapolis was rad.

April 5. This journal thing is getting long winded. I’m going to have to make entries short.
Fargo: free spaghetti, hot garlic bread, and kool-aid served by our three new couch surfing art school friends. The band plays a few rounds of the “Girl Talk” board game. Sean (drummer) skateboards shirtless down Fargo street while rubbing spaghetti on his chest, screaming, “I got spaghetti on my titties!” Real mature. Oh, wait, it was partially my idea.

Its now 6:00 p.m., time to drive to Bismarck, N.D.

At 10 p.m. Justin (bass) has to do number two. The only place on this North Dakota highway to go is a small-town bar. Justin doesn’t want to go in. I force him. The bartender lady (after finding out we are a band) puts our CD on the stereo, and we end up selling 4 CDs and sign posters. Justin realizes all he has to do is take a crap to sell our music. This is a moment: we have conquered North Dakota without even playing a note of music. Maybe we should have done this in Indianapolis.

April 6. We awake in Bismarck to the lowering of a trampoline in the house. Gary and his son Elijah have a 20 foot tramp-o hanging from the ceiling. This is a great couch-surfing find. After tramping, Gary takes us to his church. They have a huge free breakfast buffet. For the church service, a lady quotes the whole book of Revelation (with the London Symphony as her background music). Rad. Time to drive to Billings, Mont.

4:00 p.m., we need gas. Eric drives off an exit onto a dirt road. We drive one mile past nothing. Around a bend we see a small town, maybe 30 homes. There is no way the gas pump will be open on a Sunday in this town… and it wasn’t. Not until a 73-year-old man in over-alls walks across the street.

“You want gas?” he asks.

Come to find out the gas station owner (and local mailman) gave all the town’s 50 residents a key to the station.

So today, a friendly neighbor pumps our gas, and opens the little store. He asks us the prices for our candy bars, chips, and soda (our first bad-food binge) and rings us up. He tells me about how he and his wife fly to Ohio to visit the grandchildren.

“Come back again”, he says as his blue eyes sparkle as he shakes my hand. I really want to.

11:00 p.m., we arrive to our couch-surfing home in Billings. The mother and daughter are hosting for the first time. Two years earlier, the father went hunting in the mountains and got lost. He died of hypothermia. This was their first couch surfing experience.

The mom fed us quiche, fresh strawberries and toast. She told us we were eating our breakfast.

April 7. We get to explore the cliffs, thrift stores, and coffee shops of Billings. At night the city paper interviews us and our couch surfing host. Then it’s the NCAA championship basketball game.

April 8. Drive nine hours to Spokane. All ages show is excellent. A group of 14 Japanese exchange students came to the show. Great night. After the show, we drive all night to Seattle.

April 9. Arrive at 7am to our friend Abbey’s house. I slept till 2:00 p.m. and hit up the Coffee Animal. Down the street was a Vietnamese restaurant, Lemongrass, and I had the best Pho soup. Later that night, Abbey and Josh took us all out for Pho at another place downtown. It’s that good.

April 10-11. We play live on KEXP radio, headline Neumos (capacity curtain crowd), and played Easy Street Record Store. Dalai Lama and Dave Matthews have a show down the street. We enjoy a Mexican dinner paid for by our label. Seattle rocked. We have been blessed to have the greatest support of any city in the world here.

April 12 and 13. Portland. Millenium Music store. Super cool store. Record stores are not our cup of tea. This time we had two folks show up to see us. But we gave them our all. Two more folks stumbled in, and along with the store staff we played for seven folks. Doubled our Indianapolis record store turn out.

That night, we stayed in a pop-up camper near a stream. My friend Tim hosted us. The next morning, Eric and I went to Tim’s little country church. The folks were real humble and refreshing.

Later that night (Sunday) we headlined Portland’s Town Lounge. Our friend, Allie, owns a flower shop and brought us huge bunch of fresh flowers for the show. Sweet show.

April 14. Drove nine hours to San Fransisco. Headlined the Red Devil. Good crowd. Good show.

April 15. We have the day to rest in San Fran. Eric (guitar) jogs the Golden Gate Bridge. Eric is quite the jogger. Sean (drums) is supposed to be doing his school work on the computer. He is a junior in high school.

April 16. We drive seven hours to Los Angeles. We arrive just in time to see The Afternoons (Tom Biller’s band, we recorded in his studio and he co-produced our CD ) play the Echo. I chatted with a guy from Silversun Pickups. Tom worked on their CD, too.

April 17. Eric, Sean and I drove to Santa Monica. The ocean was cold, but great to experience. That night we played the Echo. Downstairs was Will Ferrell’s birthday party. No kidding. Our show went off great. Tom Biller, Athena, Sam Jones (Wilco documentary, and our co-producer) and the manager of Bright Eyes were in the crowd. The sound was great, and it was good to finally play LA.

After the show we drove all night to Phoenix.

We got to my brothers house at 7:30 a.m. He cooked us scrapple and eggs. Awesome Pennsylvania Dutch food. We hit the beds at 9:00 a.m.

April 18. My brother took me to his kid’s school, Surrey Garden. All the kids from K-6 learn to play violin. The gym had 50 students playing violin. The band got a mini recital from the kids back at the house. 4:30pm we drive off to Austin, Texas.

April 19. After all night (14 hours) we arrive at End of an Ear Record shop at 11:00 a.m. I find a place called Happiness (a plant and gift shop in a forest) out back and the kind folks let me sleep on their lawn furniture in the forest. I awake at 1:00 p.m. to set up for the show. This time the store fills up with patrons. We play to a super receptive crowd. The Happiness folks gave me a few free Lone Star beers. Sumner Erickson (Rocky’s brother, and great musician) and his mother showed up. That night Sumner had us over for a huge Texas meal with some of his bandmates (Texeccentrics).

April 20. Day of rest. Texeccentrics play with Black Angel’s side project band for a John Lennon tribute night. Cool night in Austin.

April 21. We play live KUT radio. Sumner plays Tuba with us. Later that night, we played the Beauty Bar. At midnight we began playing, and the room was full of love. Great crowd, great night.

April 22. Drive to Dallas. Sean wants ice cream. At a Dairy Queen I met a soldier and his family. His wife was the first white gal to sing in James Brown’s band. Eric (guitar) has always been of the opinion the James Brown was a total loser. This lady said he was a good man. Take that, Eric. I always loved James Brown.

7:00 p.m., we arrive to the Doublewide Club in Dallas. The staff is amazing. The show was bliss. Small crowd, but everyone seemed to want a T-shirt and CD. Gas money!

After the show, we have a free hotel room at The Belmont. Our manager got us the hook-up. This place is amazing. A great way to begin the ending of the tour.

April 23. I am in the outdoor heated pool at the Belmont. It’s 11:00 a.m. and the view of the Dallas skyline is sweet. We don’t get pampered ever, so I feel pretty darn excellent. Noon is check-out time. Sean does his schoolwork in the plush leather seats of the lobby for the next two and a half hours. 2:45 p.m., we are off to St. Louis. We stop at a gas station/deli. I bought a lovely “liver loaf” sandwich with the works. The guys think it’s gross. They don’t know what they are missing.

April 24. We arrive in St. Louis at 3:00 a.m. Our couch surfing host own a great club called Off Broadway. We nestle into our two couches, air mattress, and floor bed in the living room. I awake and hit up Starbucks. Back home, our host has made the greatest breakfast. We feast. It’s 2:00 p.m. Then we hang out (I hit up Starbucks again, and spend time writing in my journal) till we have to leave at 7:00 p.m.

The Bluebird club is pretty big. Tonight is the last show of the tour. The opening band is pretty great. Not much of a crowd. We play second and the crowd is pretty much the opening band, and about 10 folks who came out to see us. The crowd was actually in a dancing and screaming mood. It was a decent end to the tour. Humble and real. I told the crowd, “Real rock and roll happens in intimate settings like this… think about it… your parents… when they made you… did they do it in a large crowd? This is intimate. This is how life happens.”

Now we just have to drive 13 hours through the night to get to our home.

The End.

Thanks much to Mark and The Shackeltons, a great bunch of guys and a great band. Be sure to check them out if they come to your town.

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