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Frog

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    Original 2013 Monkfish Records CD edition of Frog's self-titled debut record.

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    Limited run of 50 green cassette copies of Frog's debut mini-album, comes with lossless download. Gorgeously ragged and beautifully packaged. Plus they're fucking magnetic media.

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1.
presently he stopped inside a lonely place to rest a while he leaned against a granite wall and gave himself a little smile head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane in a little place where i keep all the things that never came time is a big city that rolls up majestically with sewers that are festering and that’s the way it has to be head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane in a little place where i keep all the things that never came when will i see you again? meet in the sugar cane the devil is a pious man, he’ll take anybody in 44’s in his right hand where movies are the only love darlings kissing the god above you don’t know how to say you’re sorry time is a measure of how much you’ll never be able to tell her how much you love her head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane in a little place where i keep all the things that never came my true love is gone, my true love was slain and she died in that alabam’ sugar cane head chopped off like ichabod crane, o the things i’d do again tongue hacked out like helen keller, o if i could only tell her in the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane in a little place where i keep all the things that never came when will i see you again? meet in the sugar cane the devil is a pious man, he’ll take anybody in 44’s in his right hand where movies are the only love darlings kissing the god above you don’t know how to say you’re sorry
2.
Arkansas 03:41
wounded entertainers diggin’ in at flanders breathe in the strangers and dream of the frail nurse that sings the Marseillaise at night softly folding blankets tight and i get you it’s hard, i get you it’s hard, marchons and marchons, monsieur the germans wore grey and you wore white, all the brits were rarin’ for a fight i get you it’s hard, I’m shocked and i’m scarred thats how they get ya, there’s a dead note floating in the measures there’s a punk kid coughin’ on the stretchers there’s a weeping swell of arkansas for arkansas that’s how they get you and i hope darling i don’t upset you but the pale faced doctor knows she sings for all of us and darn it sir, she calls for us now the germans wore grey and you wore blue and all the bougies all stared at you bedside confessions where doctors hit paydirt and gabe gets on the faders and says hes gonna blow my mind pan the german front hard right bring the howitzers up soft in the night till the trenches alight thats how they get ya and i hope darling i don’t upset ya there’s a hun deep inside all the heifers there’s a weeping swell of arkansas, for arkansas and i’m out of excuses, there’s a form that i’m using it’s worn, it’s torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone i’m out of excuses
3.
Jesus Song 02:27
mary threw jesus a party at chucky cheese and invited all the moms from the a&p and kids thought it was gay and they called him a freak and they filled up his book bag with nacho cheese and jesus threw it out himself in the parking lot imagined shooting them all with a shotgun cocked and he read science fiction novels out in the car till Mary ran out frantic, o there ya are i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams so why’re you all alone tonight i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams so why’re you all alone tonight its lonely by the florida light that you read by jesus started jerking off when he was 12 to a sear’s catalog on his mom’s top shelf and he rewound and played back the scene from animal house where jim belushi pulled off the cute girl’s blouse and he invited john the baptist over to watch it put a pillow barricade so they weren’t touching and he found himself looking over at john’s side he hated himself afterwards as he cried i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams so why’re you all alone tonight i can’t cross the streams i can’t cross the streams so why’re you all alone tonight it's lonely by the florida light that you read by
4.
choked down a claritin thought back to oregon where she wore her cardigan just like nancy kerrigan when they broke her legs over your frosted flakes the minds a beautiful thing to waste and all the ambulances are filled up with admirers and all the orderlies fight back tears on dim-lit stairs god bless the state of texas and the dallas cowboys’ blue i know darling he’ll protect us can i venture an educated guess have i had some part of your loneliness? and we put our prayers in nanny kerrigan if i could afford it i would record this on your mother’s organ you left back in oregon and i put your face coming through the drapes stick you in between the lines and the bass and all the houses we pass will have american flags and all the sullen sons inside will hug their dads god bless the state of texas and the dallas cowboys’ blue i know darling he’ll protect us can i venture an educated guess have i had some part of your loneliness? and we put our prayers in nanny kerrigan we put our prayers in nancy’s care
5.
Space Jam 08:31
thursdays i met you ‘neath the garibaldi statue and i held my breath as you came over looking like the best of auld lang syne lip-synced sinatra blarin’ out an idling mack truck out front of the cafe we used to go since then i’ve never been inside but i always pass it by cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay cus it hurt just like you babe the past is a lake and the present is a shoreline all the docks are filled with achin’ sailors ringing their bells for better times and i always knew the worst thing that i knew to say and i’d take your pride away i would take your pride away and i don’t know why you stay cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay cus it hurts just like you babe on call i never sleep at all there’s a bar outside my window and they’re playing my sharona its christmas time i think so and the air feels just like home cus it hurts but i wanted it to stay cus it hurt just like you babe rain beat on the tin roof her name behind my window cant pronounce it attagirl darlin I’m on the level now
6.
backed up down the country lane the ambulance screams out of frame rubbernecking rubbernecking the scent of death, it beckons as you drive away fuck with baby just don’t tell me your name shhh a second won’t you tell me where you came from just a second just a second the scent of death it beckons as you drive away last night i fucking killed a man last night i fucking killed a man and you know it didn’t change shit and you know it didn’t change anything theres a fire in the minivan and the gasoline stains on your little hands its just rubbernecking, failure beckons you go to work, and iron your shirt and count the seconds where all your records don’t do dirt and hike your skirt up its an old black tone coming through this microphone the melody man, i don't know the truth be told, it might be thousands of years old psst psst excuse me miss excuse me, i think i saw you on the number 6 train you were next to the front right doors and i think you might’ve been commuting? i’m a bad boy, motherfucker look me in the eye boy i’m a fat boy, i’m aladdin and the 40 thieves i will steal into your bed with ease and i fuck to kill i’m davy crockett, king of the wild frontier boy, tell me true its just rubbernecking, failure beckons you go to work, and iron your shirt and count the seconds where all your records don’t do dirt, just hike your skirt
7.
Nowhere Band 02:43
we’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island we drive to gigs in a minivan for two tickets for black and tans for fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands and stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand thoughts on the interstate, how much more can i take? theres nothing here but stale beer and lost little boys i often think i should start again san francisco, or maybe austin the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young and they’ll bootleg our unreleased songs alternate takes and live versions for fans of the nowhere band that spill out in the stands and stomp and clap their hands they’ll always understand we’re a nowhere band, with nowhere fans and we live near manhattan island and the day will come when they’ll clamor on for interviews when we were young and there’s always been a nowhere band in everyone i’ve ever been he’s young and tall and scared and thin and he wants to be let in

about

Beautifully packaged re-issue of Frog's gorgeous self-titled debut mini-album on ragged and limited green cassette.

Hearing songs like "Rubbernecking" and "Nancy Kerrigan" via GoldFlakePaint back in 2013 is what got me really excited about Frog and their sound, so I'm really glad that more people now have the chance to hear these songs.

It's a different sound to "Kind of Blah" (heyitsfrog.bandcamp.com/album/kind-of-blah) but everything that makes them Frog is there. This mini-album promised more to come, in the shape of their debut LP but Frog arrived fully formed and totally originally. It's beautiful, noisy, mumbly, shouty, tragic, frantic, funny, accidentally country and unavoidably NYC.

Originally issued January 2013 on Brooklyn's sadly defunct Monkfish label: CD VERSION STILL AVAILABLE - monkfishrecords.bandcamp.com/album/frog-monk-001. Their catalogue is really excellent, check out "Let's Make Out" by CHUCK too.

"Excuse me, Miss..."

"KINGS OF BLAH" Tour Documentary - vimeo.com/253903511

Praise for "Kind of Blah":
"Imagine the euphoric pop of Small Wonder getting caught in a time warp to the wild west with Modest Mouse’s ‘Satin in a Coffin’ and you just about scratch the surface." - DIY Mag

"A safer bet there’s never been – this record is essential." - GoldFlakePaint

"A bit of a masterpiece." - 7BitArcade

"Oh, god. Help me, words. Help me convey what a blessing Frog is." - Collapse Board

"I was taken aback by its apparent simplicity; a simplicity that at first masked a wealth of subtle nuances, wry homages, and nostalgic narratives that were enough to make listeners lament growing up anywhere other than suburban America." - The Line of Best Fit

"A record whose sheer flood of ideas couldn't be denied...Irreverent, strange and just a little addictive." - CLASH

"Utterly brilliant...they make you nostalgic for memories you never had and take you back to places you’ve never before been." - London In Stereo

"A solid reason for Frog to be your new favourite band - 8/10." - Shout4Music

"Perfectly melancholy..." - IMPOSE

"Makes me grin so hard I think my face may actually split into two separate parts." - The 405

"Making you pine for romances you’ve never had...Perhaps the one unifying factor of the record is the degree of humanity upheld by each track present, the emotions and the experiences almost all universal - 4/5." - ARTROCKER

"Anyone who doesn’t get that enjoyment from it really is past saving" - Louder Than War

"Have you spent any of your time listening to Frog? No? Then prepare yourself for something quite special, something you’ll rush to share with your friends, hoping to be the coolest kid on the block..." - Austin Town Hall

"Kind of Blah is America." - Wake the Deaf

"An LP you'll want to faun over and adore even when it confuses the hell out of you. The best artists never bare all on arrival and this is no different. Give it spin. And then another - until it makes sense - 8/10." - The Digital Fix

"It’s been a long, long time since a lo-fi recording has hit me as powerfully as frog’s 'Kind of Blah'...It’s tough to even begin speaking about this album because it subtly steals the words out of my mouth by taking my breath completely away." - Sly Vinyl

credits

released January 1, 2013

Album Credits:

"All songs written, recorded, directed, dissected, engineered, mixed, maimed, mauled, and murdered by Dan Bateman and Tom White, the mysterious and megalomaniac mongrels that make up frog. They were all recorded with an AKG 414, an SM57, a Shure Unisphere A 565a, and a Russian large diaphragm condenser that I cannot recall the name of."

Mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering
Artwork by Corey Cavagnolo
Art adapted to cassette by Benjamin Shaw - www.benjaminshaw.net

Huge thanks to Brian Cooper / Monkfish Records - www.monkfishrecords.com

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