Lady Lamb - After
Lady Lamb - After
double LP (w/ printed innersleeves, or CD in digisleeve w lyrics
"...Spaltro focusses on the dualities that make us human, encouraging the celebration of both fear and love: internally and externally, before and after. This is reflected in the music frequently characterized by the contrast between subtlety and power. The irresistibly catchy "Vena Cava" switches between verses of acoustic restraint and a snarly guitar-heavy chorus. Spaltro's uniquely clear and pure vocal tone elevates these songs even beyond the accomplished songwriting, a sonic union between bright melody and inventive musical layering...."
- AESTHETICA, the art and cultural magazine, UK
"..The second LP by Aly Spaltro is proof that the experiential gap between your teens and twenties is vast. Reflection, plus improved compositional skills has given perspective to her songs without softening their visceral impact. On 'After' she slaloms around fizzy grunge punk,bittersweet country pop and stirring alt.folk balladry; lyrically Spaltro switches between the strikingly poetic and the sweetly prosaic, but is always compelling..."
- UNCUT, UK
In between tours, Spaltro returned home, focusing with laser-like intent on writing, arranging, and demoing the songs on After. These new works - which found Spaltro co-producing with her Ripely Pine partner Nadim Issa at his Brooklyn studio, Let 'Em In - are sonically vibrant, with an assertive use of grit and brightness. Thematically, they provide direct insight into Spaltro’s rumination on mortality, family, friendships, and leaving home.
There are many songs on After that explore themes of a much larger scale. In “Heretic” Spaltro sings of a childhood UFO sighting in Arizona. In “Batter” she dies in a plane crash, while in “Spat Out Spit” she questions whether she was even born at all. Alternatively, in “Billions of Eyes” Spaltro can "only see into her suitcase," her mind simultaneously present and wandering as she "gnaws [her] way back home." The tender and sparse “Ten” delves into her mother’s childhood diary, giving the listener a clear view throughout into some of Spaltro's warmest memories of her loved ones. Ripely Pine was marked by an undeniable passion and confidence, but where it sometimes lacked in personal narrative and directness is where After shines. The last line on After encompasses the self-assurance of the work as a whole, stating "I know where I come from." This theme is a constant throughout After, as Spaltro seeks to allow the listener to move in closer than ever before, to reflect on the past with grace, and envision the future with fervor. Spaltro invites us to contemplate the dualities that make us human, encouraging the celebration of both fear and love: internally and externally, before and after.
A1/01. Vena Cava - (03:52)
A2/02. Billions O Eyes - (05:10)
A3/03. Violet Clementine - (04:44)
B1/04. Heretic - (04:13)
B2/05. Sunday Shoes - (05:18)
B3/06. Spat Out Spit - (04:29)
C1/07. Penny Licks - (05:10)
C2/08. Dear Arkansas Daughter - (05:53)
C3/09. Milk Duds - (03:09)
D1/10. Ten - (04:45)
D2/11. Batter - (02:50)
D3/12. Atlas - (06:04)
Lady Lamb's new album 'After' out now in Europe on BB*ISLAND (in the USA through Mom+Pop Music.) itunes: http://geni.us/RmA amazon CD: http://geni.us/1m5k amazon 2LP: http://geni.us/Zjq spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/0asgfAf0q70sY8A2RzydS2 video made by Aly Spaltro. music written by Aly Spaltro. https://www.facebook.com/ladylambjams http://www.ladylambjams.com http://www.bbisland.de When gravity's a palm pushing down on your head Like the devil's got a paw dug in your shoulder And the other one is rubbing your back But the kitchen in the new place has a window Yeah you can grow basil on the sill Maybe you can call your neighbours by name now Berries on the dash is the sweetest kind of living Still this feels like eating the meat of the mountain It's all grit and gristle I can't chew and swallow, I'm gnawing my way back home The clouds look a lot like wool gone through the wash I check my phone for the time but I still wear my watch Yeah i’m confused about how i’m supposed to connect to anything now The kind of high I like is when I barely make the train And the people with a seat smile big at me cause they know the feeling And for a millisecond we share a look like a family does Like we have inside jokes Like we could call each other by little nicknames And I could tell the story of how My great grandmothers sister was deemed a saint How they exhumed her body after years of being buried And they found she hadn't even begun to sully So they moved her again, straight into the Vatican I think of all the billions of eyes All looking at something different at the same time And I feel nauseous Some days i can only see into my suitcase It's got everything I need Plus some superstitious things I may also need "Music soothes the savage beast" The pilot says to me and he asks me to sing But now is not the time I just want to fall into a pile of warm laundry I just wanna keep very very quiet yeah It’s june where you sleep and july where I land Thought I saw you on the platform in Amsterdam And I nearly missed my train And I felt so defeated 'til I jumped on to see all the warm smiles were for me I made my train and it made me so happy I made my train and it made me forget everything It made me forget, made me forget made me forget made me forget everything It made me forget made me forget made me forget made me forget made me forget everything
