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camden

s/t cd-ep on Snapping Turtle Records. Released 7/99.
Tracks 1-4 Recorded and mixed by Chris Rosenau.
Tracks 5&6 Recorded by Camden and mixed with Chris Rosenau
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    Lyrics

      lyrics from Reel Time Canvas:

      OF COURSE I'D TRY TO SAVE YOU


      I heard the taste
      It was dry in your mouth
      You've tamed me drastically

      How many ways do you break?
      I'm dropping you hints
      I've given you hands to trace
      Flesh is a useless thing
      Beautiful thing
      Something easy to break

      But if you died tonight
      I'd make you a legend
      Your obviousness only hides your true genius
      If you died tonight
      I'd make you a legend


      A C OK, BUT A D?

      I found three hairs on my pillow
      A monologue for pressing ears
      and poisoned skulls

      You spun undressing an army
      I'll tattoo that across my waist
      and poisoned skull

      It means a lot to us, a secret does

      If we fail your expectations tonight
      My inability to bleed
      I'm not overreacting
      You are overreacting


      THE SACRED 70'S, THE ACHING 80'S AND WHERE WE WERE

      My heart drips like honey
      You are the setting sun
      A kiss that left me breathless
      Let me hold your hand
      Having drank a glass beside you
      You are my fading baby
      You are my setting sun


      DARLING, APPLAUD

      This scenery has been used before
      These lines have been prompted
      While mimicking your voice
      I'm two sizes too small

      Are you a playwright or an actor?
      Because I'm not paying for this

      Curtains down
      We expose onto
      Reel, time, canvas

      NOT WITHOUT YOUR BLESSING

      I'll take sometimes If you're impressionable
      We sleep in arms
      Death by arms
      A priceless fear that's hard to let go

      Subtle stains to match the stains
      You tongue the pillow

      I might this time
      But not without your blessing
      What if I might this time?
      But not without your blessing

      MIKE, WHO IS DIARY

      That's clever
      Now cradle me in arms
      like border guard
      And stop me! Stop me!
      I lie bandaged to these sheets
      I'll try to wait...

      Mike, who is Diary?


      IS OUR FACE RED!

      I'm betting he won't show
      A soldier that we walk against
      He promised us he wouldn't sleep through this
      He reminds us of ourselves
      We'll settle for anything

      Desperately clinging
      We all suffer in the arms
      of a mother-like tenderness
      Crawling from cease-fire
      We settle or bust
      We'll settle for anything

      Hands in mouth
      Please take your coat off
      It's almost natural like you


      YOU SEEM CAPABLE

      From my own
      Red stains that stutter
      Over simple truths I've found

      With your hands
      You spread like swallows
      Over simple truths I've found

      Excuses bite
      Broken words
      Give love to this old dog

      You seem capable of doing this for hours


      HOW TO MAKE AMERICA PROUD

      Don't ask
      Darling you disgust me
      I'd rather take a liar than a lie
      I'm not quite sure I'm over it
      Now it's your turn to play Jolene

      Don't ask
      Darling you disgust me
      I'd rather take a liar than a lie
      How do we make them favor us
      before we decide to leave?

      We fight hard
      We're tired

      JUST LIKE MOSCOW WINTER

      Instrumental
      top¡ã





      Lyrics from the six song cdep:

      IN MY NEW YEAR HEART

      i'll begin with this isn't suppose to begin with this
      you'll recieve three of the fifty-some pages
      folded like maps complex and worn
      *i've spent my wildest nights under control
      i'm not dying for this, should i happen to
      *i've spent my wildest nights under control
      i'm not dying for this, should i happen to
      you'll recieve three of the fifty-some pages
      folded like maps complex and worn
      *
      i'm starving mad trade me for an all-star
      mistake me for a star and watch satellites
      i'll begin with this isn't suppose to begin like this
      you'll recieve three of the fifty-some pages
      folded like maps complex and worn

      YOU, LITTLE TIGER

      i've gone deaf while giving up
      you, little tiger!
      are we any closer to Barcelona?
      still life with paper planes
      i've gone deaf while giving up
      you, little tiger
      don't call me 'sweetheart' to my face
      it's your expressions not the taste
      leave us tied like this
      it's all we want! it's all we want!
      who is furthest from the truth is who we celebrate
      and you and i both know...
      they'll find you as white as i found you!

      MOONBOOTS

      your shape depends on the light
      you've captured the room
      you take form well-phrased, deservingly
      you're constant and i'm constantly
      put that down!
      we take home what we cannot bring ourselves to

      CHARCOAL

      you cover your hands/ his face in charcoal
      you cover our eyes
      has it all been worthwhile leading to tonight?
      you squeezed the life out of a week
      and as it shattered at your feet
      you kissed each little piece goodbye
      then you pulled the splinters from your lips
      although the music moves us
      it gets us nowhere
      until we stop listening

      A SPORT AND A PASTIME

      Dead to the world
      You were all I could think
      'Easy as murder, easy as murder'
      Handsome as sin
      We'll take him out slowly
      'Easy as murder, easy as murder'
      Anne Marie turns salt into sugar
      A little to the left
      I tremble at these heights
      It's a cold night to drink from

      DOUBLE STITCHED

      Somehow no longer with us
      At 30mph
      A pocketful of ungrateful doorways
      Double stitched for comfort
      How to fake desire?
      We build bonfires from ashtrays
      Seldom used for well intended lies
      Double stitched for comfort
      But I'm doing this for attention
      It's simple, It's simple
      This is my fault
      These are my friends
      I'm doing this for attention
      It's simple, it's simple.top¡ã




      Lyrics from 'Fall in an Overcoat':

      NOT WITHOUT YOUR BLESSING

      I'll take sometimes
      If you're impressionable
      We sleep in arms
      Death by arms
      A priceless fear that's hard to let go
      ooh. Subtle stains to match the stains
      You tongue the pillow
      I might this time
      But not without your blessing
      What if I might this time?
      But not without your blessing

      THE CONFESSION OF TRUMPET CHEEKS (DEATH OF AN OBOE PLAYER)

      You've poisoned my reed
      I taste sour notes
      It's tragic sing sweet for me
      A history of shortness of breath
      Look Diane, the love of my lie
      Who put you up to this?
      You've poisoned my reed
      I taste sour notes


      LE PAUVRE MITE

      It's August
      And We're trying
      Believe me
      At this point
      It's thankless


      MIKE, WHO IS DIARY?

      that's clever
      cradle me in arms like borderguard
      stop me! stop me!
      i lie
      bandaged in these sheets
      i'll try to wait...
      "Mike, who is Diary?"
      that's clever
      cradle me in arms like borderguard
      stop me! stop me!
      i lie
      bandaged in these sheets
      i'll try to wait...
      "You've got a lot of fucking nerve!"


      OF COURSE I'D TRY TO SAVE YOU

      I heard the taste
      It was dry in your mouth
      You've tamed me drastically
      How many ways do you break?
      I'm dropping you hints
      I've given you hands to trace
      Flesh is a useless thing
      Beautiful thing
      Something easy to break
      But if you died tonight
      I'd make you a legend
      Your obviousness only hides your true genius
      If you died tonight
      I'd make you a legend
      .top¡ã


 

 

Band history


    A four-piece band from Milwaukee Wisconsin. Camden began in July of 1998 when guitarist Eric Osterman joined forces with William Seidel, gtr/vocals; Ryan Weber, bass and Brian Zimmerman; drums, a group that had been playing together in various incarnations since 1992.

    After a number of well-recieved local shows, the band began recording some of their early material. The end result, their four-song cd demo sold out quickly and was reissued in summer 1999 along with two additonal tracks in preparation for a summer of touring. And tour they did, along the way hitting the Midwest, East Coast and the South, playing dates with the Gloria Record, Death Cab for Cutie, Antarctica and Pedro the Lion.

    Fall of 1999 found Camden hard at work on their first full-length release, first at home in Milwaukee then in Seattle with Death Cab for Cutie's Chris Walla. Real Time Canvas will be released in early 2000 on Grand Theft Autumn. Look for Camden on the road again in 2000 as they are planning a spring tour with the Gloria Record and hope to hit the West Coast with Death Cab for Cutie.

 

      Releases by Camden:
      Self-titled 4-song cdep (Self-released, ltd to 80)
      Self-titled 6-song cdep (Snapping Turtle)
      Fall in an overcoat cdep (Self-released tour ep, ltd to 150)
      Reel Time Canvas cd (Grand Theft Autumn, early 2000)
      .top¡ã

 

 

 

Reviews

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    Camden comes to us in the grand Milwaukee tradition of "the Beast," Laverne & Shirley and the Promise Ring, and thankfully has more in common with the latter. On this their debut EP the talented four-piece churns out heartfet yet reazor-edged pop-punk. I feel compeelled to point out that lead singer William Seidel's voice is so reminiscent of former Smoking Popes mainman Josh Caterer's that I had to check the liner notes to make sure it was not hte man himself. But as was tha case with the Popes and Caterer, it is Seidel's vocal delivery that sets Cameden apaprt from the current emo pack. At times his emotionally charged high-pitched croon soars over crunching guitars and hypnotic rhythms, as can be heard on "A Sport & A Pastime" and "Moonboots." At other times -- incessant album opener "In My New Years Heart," for one -- he coos gently over a pared-down rhythm and sparkling guitars. In the end, it's Seidel's stunning delivery, coupled with the band's inspired playing, that makes this self-titled EP a winner - jj

 

 

 

 

 

    Somewhere between your typical indie rock band and your powerful emo-rock band lies a blurry land filled by a lot of bands, all trying to incorporate the soft and pretty music that many indie rock bands are playing with the heartfelt emotion, the melodies and the various time changes of the emo bands. Most just can't pull it off, either leaning too heavily to one side or the other. And then there's Camden, who are bound to be one of my new favorite bands solely based on the fact that their music is beautiful, the vocals even more beautiful, and their music so deep it hurts.

    Camden is a four-piece out of Milwaukee that play just about the prettiest music you'll ever hear. This is indie rock at its best. Think Built to Spill with sweeter vocals and a little more guitar rock sound, and you'll get a hint of Camden. The band incorporates elements of rock, folk, and emo into some amazing music. This EP is a reissue of their first EP that contained four songs, plus two newer songs added.

    "In My New Year Heart" makes me want to cry. The music is pretty indie pop with some jangly emo guitars, but it's the lyrics. Singer William Seidel's voice is heartfelt and beautiful, and during the chorus, the backing vocals flow over and under the lead singer, singing different words for a most impressive effect. "I've spent my wildest nights under control. I'm not dying for this, should I happen to," he sings. I knew from the first time I listened to this song that I would love this band. "You Little Tiger" has a pretty guitar beat behind some excellent drums and high-hats. The vocals again are so heartfelt and passionate you want to cry. The song slows to just some soft, gentle guitar and then builds again as Seidel's voice builds and flows. "Moonboots" has the soft, personal quality of a Pedro the Lion song, but Seidel's high-pitched voice is so much sweeter that, accompanied just by an acoustic guitar, it carries so much more meaning with me. "Charcoal" has some amazing guitar rock, and the way these songs build at the chorus along with Seidel's voice is just amazing. "Although the music moves us, it gets us nowhere, until we stop listening," Seidel sings over and over. "A Sport & A Pastime" has a kind of muffled effect to it, lessening the impact of the vocals somewhat, but the music keeps up the pace. This track reminds me more of Built to Spill, with a bit more guitar rock. And the album's finale, "Double Stitched" blows me away, starting off loud and fast, although not blaring, and then slowing and building intermittently. "A pocketful of ungrateful doorways double stitched for comfort. How to fake desire?" Seidel sings. Just damn damn beautiful.

    Hands down, Camden is just about the best new band that I have heard in a long time. This band can rock, and it can slow down and get personal. The vocals just blow me away, so beautiful and expressive. My only complaint is that this is just a six song EP at just over 20 minutes. Every time I listen, I play it twice in succession. It's that good. Look for a full-length from the band this year, but don't wait. Go out and pick up this EP of some of the prettiest rock you've ever heard! - Jeff

 

 

 

 

 

    Sometimes if you look at something so close, your vision blurs and your thoughts refocus on your subconscious thinking. Then, you start to come up with images and situations that are not really there. Not following me? Remember what your college professor tells you about test questions, stay with your first answer because over-analysis can make you think too much into a question. You start to make up scenarios that don't exist. This suggestion also applies to everyday life and more specifically your relationships with your friends and loved ones.

    While Wisconsin's Camden perform graceful, moving rock for the Radiohead fans of the Midwest, the lyrics and singing are a bit over the top. Spending too many nights wondering what went wrong instead of moving on and improving can cause depressing effects. Self evaluation can be healthy but self blame can have dangerous consequences. In "Double Stitched," the singer views, "A pocketful of ungrateful doorways... we build bonfires from ashtrays, seldom used for well-intended lies." Instead of pushing himself into a better situation, he settles on thinking, "these are my friends, I'm doing this for attention, it's simple." Even the artwork on the inside depicts a man with his face buried in his hands.

    While wallowing in self-pity can evoke creativity in trying to explain your feelings through art, Camden's work is too personal and depressing to work here. Maybe since I don't have time to evaluate where I currently stand, that may be the reason this does nothing for me. I'm too busy moving on.

    Mike Headley.top¡ã