Refuse This Gift
by Bear Claw
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Digital Album
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Back Breaker
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Loaded Down With Static
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Cat & Mouse
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Gold
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Tug of War
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Nomad
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33 mg/dl
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Fool's Gold
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Match Made in Hell
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about
Bear Claw's 3rd release "Refuse This Gift" is the result of ongoing experimentation and collaborative writing over the 3 years predating the release of the album. A conscious effort has been made to use more dynamics as well as more attention to the vocal aspect of the music on "Refuse this Gift". This is the result of maturity and experience on where the band has been and where it is heading.The writing process for Refuse This Gift involved a true group effort with hours and hours of collected ideas being fully explored, developed, and finally organized into concrete songs.
Refuse This Gift was recorded by Steve Albini in Studio A at Electrical Audio in Chicago, IL. This is the 3rd album Steve has recorded for Bear Claw and the result is a nearly perfect sonic representation of the band. The clarity and power captured on this release is the result of a open and comfortable yet organized and directed recording approach which Bear Claw and Steve have further and further refined with each new project undertaken.
The end result contained on Refuse This Gift represents the most cohesive and texturally diverse release for the band to date. A perfect marriage of melody, dynamics, intricate rhythms, and song mood shifts while maintaining Bear Claw's traditionally aggressive attack with the obtuse instrumentation of 2 bass guitars and drums comprise the cornerstone elements of this release.
Sick Room Records has graciously released, a limited edition of 1,000 LPs with a CD included in the package. LP's available from Bear Claw's website or Sick Room Records.
Refuse This Gift was recorded by Steve Albini in Studio A at Electrical Audio in Chicago, IL. This is the 3rd album Steve has recorded for Bear Claw and the result is a nearly perfect sonic representation of the band. The clarity and power captured on this release is the result of a open and comfortable yet organized and directed recording approach which Bear Claw and Steve have further and further refined with each new project undertaken.
The end result contained on Refuse This Gift represents the most cohesive and texturally diverse release for the band to date. A perfect marriage of melody, dynamics, intricate rhythms, and song mood shifts while maintaining Bear Claw's traditionally aggressive attack with the obtuse instrumentation of 2 bass guitars and drums comprise the cornerstone elements of this release.
Sick Room Records has graciously released, a limited edition of 1,000 LPs with a CD included in the package. LP's available from Bear Claw's website or Sick Room Records.
credits
released 19 October 2010
Recorded by Steve Albini @ Electrical Audio, Studio A, April 2010.
Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Service
Lacquers cut by Bob Weston @ Chicago Mastering Service
Recorded by Steve Albini @ Electrical Audio, Studio A, April 2010.
Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Service
Lacquers cut by Bob Weston @ Chicago Mastering Service
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- Track Name: Back Breaker
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Ouch…I know that you hold me up
Ouch…Understand you’re to marvel
Ouch…Without you I’m on the ground
Ouch…Without you I could relax
OUCH
OUCH
You know that you’re key to my stance
So you stab, me straight down
I would like to propose a truce
If not I could, sit down
Ouch…I’ve had just about enough
Ouch…the pain laughs and mocks me such
Ouch…Newton puts me on the ground
One chance to close up this wound
They are lying
Sign up to simplify you
I am buying
Stairs can make comfortable pews
He is laughing
OUCH! - Track Name: Loaded Down With Static
- Come to the end of this week. I'll be falling off my own feet. Know what I should do right now like killing myself with this crowd. I'll stand behind all of you, my vice torqued down stripping screws. Feeling so calm, falling straight down. Arguments have no effect on logic face down in my head. I like relying on this, just expense the excess on us. I cannot reject it, loaded down with static, falling down one last step. Feeling so calm, falling straight down. How could I've know what a worthless one you are? I cannot reject it, loaded down with static, falling down one last step, loaded down with static.
- Track Name: Cat & Mouse
- You chew and gnaw, you scratch and crawl, you're on my nerves. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, it's time to leave. Disguised with daggers for eyes, I'm coming for you. You think you can run behind the wall, not if I split your face with these claws. You think that you'll slip right through these paws, one misstep leads you right into my jaws. You think you can outwit me you little shit? Just because you're the mouse and I'm the cat, it doesn't make this a game. Come out and play, I'm telling you it won't hurt one bit. You've plagued me with suffering for far too long. You can't outwit me you little shit? I have a plan this time and determination on my side. Come out and play, it might hurt just a little bit. You've plagued me with suffering for far too long. Enthrall me in your chasing game, the product of desire. I'll follow you then I'll swallow you, because you follow me and you swallow me.
- Track Name: Gold
- Wild Stallions! Wild Stallions! Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Wooh, wooh, wooh wooh....
- Track Name: Tug of War
- I stop to look for familiar ground. Frustrate my head with this caustic sound. Hesitation leaves me destitute, eager to shit since I've long been mute. I can’t decide on anything. Decision making cripples me, it’s suffocating. I can’t decide on anything for my self. Tell me...oh tell me what to do. Trust in some luck for the path I'm on. Unsure of which corridor I should be down. At random I lunge to a new delay. I can’t decide on anything for myself. Oh, tell me what to do. Stalled...now desperate, secure some pure distraction. Lust...at concept, the salt ring's dried on my chest. A coward’s game, it’s filled with shame. It’s all I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever shown. I take issue with this carousel, anchored to this goddamn carousel.
- Track Name: A Car Horn is not a Doorbell
- It's been a rough week and it’s finally time to relieve some stress. It's time to rest and forget about everything. I need some sleep and peace of mind, some kind of escape. Tranquility and dreaming, I wish that things could stay like this. I try to keep my cool in spite of my feelings but I find it much too hard to ignore this contentious act. The thief of tranquility. I would rather listen to a plethora of ticking clocks than to deal with your lack of consideration. My patience is ticking away. Oh how I despise you, both you and that sound, intruding the air like the stench of mankind. I try to keep my cool in spite of my feelings but I find it much too hard to ignore this contentious act. Let me put this in simple terms that even you can understand, you lazy fuck. A car horn is not a doorbell. I try to keep my cool in spite of my feelings but I find it much too hard.
- Track Name: Nomad
- You've got issues unlike anyone I know. Random chance has put us on this foreign road. Lending you an ear begins to deafen me, watching closely for your new found sympathy. Can you hear what's coming out this person's mouth? All can relate to this story. Victimized and brutalized you recoil. Some can relate to this story. Lying down and waiting for your life to end. Lie back down and sell this story. You've got issues just like everyone I know, froze in place with a fear I'll never own. Dead already sleeping while you talk to me, piloting this vessel with the greatest ease.
- Track Name: 33 mg/dl
- I gaze throughout, atoms retort. This picture's clear...stir to action! With pure vigor I stand above opinion. This time is short, my confidence is swelling. Jolted asleep, bolted in place, my mind has lost its balance. Sweating like rain, anchored within amnesia. I blank throughout...blank. They will never apprehend. All compete to say they understand. Angst I'm inept to disclose, an epitaph expires in decaying flesh. I resign to understand. With nothing to suspend, the violence ends. I will never comprehend. Living under load we start to bend. One hand left grasping my throat. Lucid...so resonant in my ears. If I double down and focus, I might just fix it. Backslide...lost again...this stance so thin...boxed away.
- Track Name: Fool's Gold
- FOOL’S GOLD - A fool rushes in, the tide ripping through his hands, he'll never grasp the reason why. He sifts through the dirt hoping to live the easy life, for this he even left his wife. His only prize is gold. Blind hope and open hands left empty in the end. All he hears is, “Stake your claim” repeating over in his head, he's losing hope. “Stake your claim”, those words he’ll curse until the end, he’s losing hope. His only prize is gold. Blind hope and open hands left empty in the end. All he hears is, “Stake your claim”. “Hey everyone, come over here! I’ve struck gold! Come check it out, I think I’ve found it this time! What do you mean this isn’t gold? I could have sworn this was real! I’ve given up everything for this. They say the grass is greener on the other side. What kind of cruel joke is that? I’ve given up everything in search of gold. Tell me, what’s my life worth in weight of gold?”
- Track Name: Match Made in Hell
- Heed my warning now, stubbornness is defeating. The ringing in my ears goes on and on... This is worse than I could have guessed. All is quiet! Hey, this fair warning is meant for you, walk away to save your ears. I'll wrap up this gift in noise, to fill my masochistic ways, to fill my masturbatory daze. I'll never know what peace and quiet is. An endless test of patience. I'll never know what peace and quiet is and it's defeating me. I wish this fucking sound would shut up. Hey, this fair warning is meant for you, walk away to save your ears. Refuse this gift, it's wrapped in noise.
