At the Pheelharmonic

by Face of Man

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Face of Man's "At the Pheelharmonic" features lush, shifting soundscapes, with songs that merge a love of intricate, guitar driven art-rock and ebullient, harmony-laden R&B (think Nels Cline meets R. Kelly). Tracked in Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains and mixed between NYC and Chicago, the record exudes both warmth and a kind of schizoid modern energy.

Read about the making of this EP:
www.kickstarter.com/projects/faceofman/face-of-mans-new-ep

credits

released November 1, 2012

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FACE OF MAN - AT THE PHEELHARMONIC

Alex Silva:
songs, arrangements, guitars, synths, electronics, vocals

Coleman Moore:
guitars, synths, electronics, deep vocals

Lara Andersson:
lady vocals

Doug Berns:
electric bass

Jesse Chevan:
acoustic drums/percussion
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Recorded at:
Monkeyclaus Studio, Nelson County, VA
Richard Einhorn Studio, New York, NY
Joe Siegel's Bedroom, Brooklyn, NY

Mixed by:
Jake Westermann (Soma Studios, Chicago, IL)
Alex Silva

Mastered by:
Bob Weston (Chicago Mastering Service, Chicago, IL)

Cover Art by:
Corey Cavagnolo

HUGE THANK YOUS TO:
Eliott Suen
Peter Agelasto
Jake Westermann
Corey Cavagnolo
Richard Einhorn
Parker Fishel
Caitlin Gillies
Joe Siegel
Terius "The-Dream" Nash

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Face of Man Brooklyn, New York

mazy pop
emo rnb
jamz

alex silva
jesse chevan
evan johnston

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Track Name: Like Devils Fly
You say, I know
You bleed, I show
Marks here, like yours
You speak, I know

Before the sun goes down her touch is slow
Touch is slow, her way to show
She let's me be her gravity
Multiplicate, bathe in brine
Stuff this love alive
High, like devils fly
Scraping earth tonight

You say, I know
You bleed, I show
Marks here, like yours
You speak, I know

And as the sun goes down we play in bed
Play in bed I'm turning red
We will grow old this way
Multiplicate, bathe in brine
Stuff this love alive
High, like sacred signs
What do we mean tonight?

10 millions of trees stripped by wind
I try to settle down but window's in front of me
10 millions of knees, bladed shins
I try to settle her down with the ground thundering

The sun comes up; she is ash
She leaves our bed and she leaves her tracks
I'll learn to see her this way
Through the sheen of cindered trash
She's a smoking hourglass
And I love the sight

10 millions of trees stripped by wind
I try to settle down but window's in front of me
10 millions of knees, bladed shins
I try to settle her down with the ground thundering

You break, you slough
I am, useless stuff
Like all, ash does
You break, I am alone
Track Name: Fast Car (The-Dream cover)
Baby, you're just a little too sweet for me
An aw baby, I don’t know if you got what I need
And I wanna love ya, baby
I wanna show you there’s nobody like me
And I trust you, lady
I need a bad girl, you're just too good for me

I need a fast car
Candy coated red
Drive it all night, park it in my bed
I need a fast car
I wanna see it zoom
Racetrack waiting in my bedroom

Show me the green light
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Show me the green light
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Baby, I hope ya save a little piece for me
(I wanna see you in a fancy car)
(Take you home, make you feel a star)
And boy, call me when ya want me to pull you up to speed
(You know I really wanna be your baby)
And I wanna love you, sweet thing
I wanna show ya there’s nobody like me
And I trust you, homie
I need a bad boy, you’re just too good for me

She’s a pretty car, nice seats
She's cooler than my AC
Chrome wheels, perfect dash
Racin’ brakes, good on gas
She looks good, oh, out out on the road
But I’m livin’ fast and tryin’ to lose control

Is it with you, with you, or someone else?
Is it with you, with you?
Is it with you, or someone else?

I need a fast car
Candy coated red
Drive it all night, park it in my bed
I need a fast car
I wanna see it zoom
Racetrack waiting in my bedroom

Show me the green light
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Show me the green light
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Well I sitting on them 24s
I wanna see you make it go
Round and round and up and down

Sitting on them 24s
I wanna see you drop it low
Round and round and up and down...
Track Name: Altiloquence
Hey silver dude
Your altiloquence is rude,
you think it's something true

Fast, urgent scenes
For this life's a turbid dream of something new happening to you

Men, thousands pushing stones
Grafted to some throne
They vanish as a whim becomes a tract
A skin resolves to fat

Let it be I've come to take your wife
I'll feed her the fact,
A diamond in wax,
that you were never fun

But it's no short shrift
For love's a lonely crenulated drift
That only seems to fit

Old toadies aping shells
Talking at themselves
I have no more platitudes for you
Nothing feigning truth

I sleep like water through a parched ewe
I sleep like fire through a witch brew
(Always dreaming)
Track Name: Home Tapes
Shuttled on a magnet tape, a shade of life
Dear friend
A gray unclaimed imprimatur holding light
Dear friend
I see that we are cell and seed
I see the poor souls you suffered gladly for me

You were someone else at the time
Dear friend
The places you hadn't dwelt at the time
Dear friend
Your ghosts on the read
Are speaking ferric words
Ghosting what they seem to mean to me
Younger you'll stay
Who were you this way?

The stories remain I'm wrapped in innocence
We laugh at pain
We fill at absence
These stories came for our own world

Flush with liminal filler I spy:
Radio dinners, big pants, a package of Barilla
What lay beyond the things of your life?

The stories remain I'm wrapped in innocence
We laugh at pain
We fill at absence
These stories came for our own world