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Some Sudden Weather

by Products Band

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1.
Shell Text 05:19
I want to catch it again My lasso glowing, foaming All in my head? No no it cannot be Circle the floor My heart is open now like Never before - I’m an answering machine Service severed at the seam I wear the coat made obsolete Scrub the last shell text I received From the island’s diamond reef and then the voice rips through the phone “Did you forget?” Where does it go? When will it leave my heart alone? Holding my breath Diving below Into the pummeling undertow My pride My choice My words in the mask of your voice “did I get it, what I wanted, did I feel it, how you meant it?” In the warehouse of my longing Losing track of inventory Cargo ship deck Anxious ocean Text in motion Shell closing and then the voice rips through the phone “Did you forget?” how many times do you go home swallow regret? force of your pain turns all your friends into a threat you try so hard remember the song did you forget? did you forget? did you forget?
2.
Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen it’s a cynical anthem. Resigned to your defeat, unable to delete my training, your preference, our elegant deflection. You earn enough to spend time yearning, you earn your trust through sleepless churning. Everybody knows unspoken pacts make us human. There is no shining artifact only doomin’. Granted permission to stand back, camera zooms in. Hands off the wheel but sharing facts, fuckin’ cruisin. I try to breathe in the rhythms you prescribe me. Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen: the replay you pay to live. The burden of a fact, the joke you hate to crack — thousands dead, but not like me. Sweating candles pooling wax. I love the sobbing climax.
3.
The Matter 03:50
The big mistake Can’t be revealed In a secret location Where wallpaper peels Scan the badge Open the door To find a smiling face you’ve never seen there before and –- Now he’s nominating you To slow down the oversight It’s what you were elected to do Greasing the wheel never ceasing or yielding ground Compound complexity To obscure the suffering The months go by (they pass!) Out run the heat (pass out dead!) Still an uneasy stillness hangs over your seat (Out run the heat!) The song you sang (so sweet!) Lost its rhyme The prescribed choreography Fell out of time (Now) what are you supposed to do? To build back the firewall? You finish the final room Sick with desire to squeal and reveal it all Last night before you meet A new cold reality What’s the matter? Huh? What’s the matter? Huh? Oh what’s the matter With you? What’s the matter? Huh? What’s the matter? Huh? Oh what’s the matter With you?
4.
I think I’ll pass on the flamin’ hots you lick your fingers constantly You do your shadow work on off nights and holidays never missing dizzy sex or a photo of your birth stone He consumes pleasure He pursues pleasure to walk a tightrope over traffic and lecture ‘bout the color of the rope oooooh do you feel everything? oooooh do you feel anything? He’s got the terminal cool. An incurable cool. People like goofy unwon confidence They like shoulder length hair you need brief eye contact with a sloppy genius citing Carl Jung when you like your poetry convenient you’re usually honest but you’re lenient He’s got the terminal cool. An incurable cool. You’re not gonna get old You’re not gonna get older
5.
read the menu card out loud to the restaurant every item’s shape conveyed to you in words someone’s captivated by your sibilant lisp they read a hundred pages on the sibilant lisp woozy class traitor prays with panicked lips electricity’s paid for, the building’s up water rushing down my throat, let me fasten this building up speed... yeah someone can yeah someone can make your life their personal crucifix yeah someone can yeah someone can completely fetishize a giant silver dome yeah someone can Yeah someone can make you want anything, make you believe anything subscription to some shards of wisdom for a debutante annually paid with images and words include your special prize your secret settlement wish eyes constantly gazing at some settlement wish I can never tell when I’m (turning/putting) you on I can never sell once the energy’s gone
6.
Canary Dream 03:53
Stop, right now, rehearsed, responses to the Endless waves, of pain, that haunt us, in the Garden glows, a crack, of morning while the Seasons stay, in place, instruction for us all to find, canaries, in the mine where the smoke-stained tools tear into the property line Dream sweet dream of steam stacks rising under wings and beak both broken and lying on a cloud A sheet of paper that’s balled up in my mouth I choked and woke from sleeping in the line to find canaries in the mine can you use the image to inform the piece? the choirs inside the galleries with the preachers who perform an entire industry Rates, exchanged, the pained perception of the game that’s played in place of self-reflection while accounts, are filled, we’re thrilled until tomorrow comes it’s done, aglow in abstract sorrow and we’re left to find, canaries, in our minds can you use the image to inform the piece? the choirs inside the galleries with the preachers who perform an entire industry
7.
Shirt soaked with gin It's getting colder as the liquor is sinking in I'm losing sense of time I'm twenty-two in an hour I'm twenty-nine Coping as I choke Try to breathe as I’m dragged back by your rope Have you seen my friends? Let them know I don't ever want to see them again. Wanna relax, just erase me Wanna relax, just erase I’m asleep or I’m not My heart’s a raw spot Somewhere in the pain I thought I forgot Believe that it never happened Another glass of wine Burning bridges in a record amount of time It's my turn to sing I would regret it but I know I won’t remember a thing Make my way cross town The streets are numbered and i feel them counting down Can't find my bed Hard to walk with the spinning that's in my head Wanna relax, just erase me Wanna relax, just erase I’m asleep or I’m not My heart’s a raw spot Somewhere in the pain I thought I forgot Believe that it never happened Erase me Erase me Erase me Erase How can I say I’m in my way? I’m in my way
8.
Warped Page 04:17
Tracing the path of The crystal scars A bell jar cracked and filled with alarms They wake up the mountain Like voices through vapor Like paint across paper Seeing stars I don’t think the likeness Was supposed to look like this The ominous light kiss kiss What gets it’s attention It’s own name mentioned The ego’s ascension into the blue It might be me It might be you We won’t know till we’re through The truth (pulled up) overdue (late dove), Returns a warped page to you Shivering candles, The quiver is filled Arrows overflow wax is spilled It runs down the shadow Licking the edges Fragile hedges, guarding the hill Tonight it’s me Tonight it’s you We know there’s nothing left to do The truth (pulled up) overdue (late dove) Returns a warped page to you
9.
Count To Ten 04:56
What’s it to you? A stony smiling lie A brand new era Yeah, I heard that one before your past, your ugly past you can’t save that why even try? all people innately understand their feelings of dread and bad romance embarrass them so they should be killed if they aren’t then we surely will distance move just a little in line don’t change let them know that you’re fine and you ought to take a break but it’s getting really late and there’s work to be done still yet distance, move just a little quick change, wipe the spittle A 30-second meal describe how you feel cuz I know as well as you it’s a long walk toward talking and we’re fuckin freezing so baby I drink, I drink just a little I drink, I drink just a little I dream and I count to ten and I dream I hold my breath What makes you different from the people that you see? Are your feelings just yours? What makes you different from the people that you see? What differentiates you? I look at you and see my fears, I look at you and see my love, I look at you and leave my body while my soul hovers above I look at you and burn alive, hallucinating my demise, I look at you and see a way out of the pain that shields my eyes It shields my hopes, it shields my joy, monopolizes and destroys, pathologizes misfit toys hook line and sinker for its ploy I look at you and see myself, I see an endless space of truth, I see a single perfect oneness across from me in the booth So I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know what’s different about you? I wanna know, I wanna know; I wanna know what’s different.
10.
Lab Rack 02:30
It’s good to think and think so hard that you no longer live on earth you are now outside of history finding out what works Scientist screaming Love is worthless Time is toothless Life is fun An allegory another story I just want to eat my lunch deli case or murder’s platter? john berger knocks out john schnatter we painted racks of beef in our lab and sold them to your parents A perfect person I’m never certain Behind the curtain The future lies The past is frozen The windows closing It’s nearly clean-up time Humming like a tooth appointment The chef anointed our cooking spray Was it worth it? You don’t deserve it But have it anyway Ethics shifting, grocery thrifting Set intentions and settle scores Reinvention, cold convention The lab coat keeps us warm
11.
On A Curve 03:27
Reach out to touch fatted and fallen fruit Convince princes to run from fights Measuring all the pleasure recorded by A simple feature I turn on every night On the stage I’ll perform with my bandaged hand Showing thorns to adoring crowds, Stars melting the platform beneath my feet The boards weep such an awful sound (Slip) Secret begins to slip (Song) They wait for one more song (Grip) I cannot find my grip (Epilogue) The icy epilogue (Nothing left) The start of nothing left (Lost again) Looking lost again (spinning rim) A slowly spinning rim Still can’t say why I dress up my words in verse Cryptic costumes can’t understand I’m on a curve overwhelmed by the streaking blur Won’t be deceived by an unseen hand Can’t compete I’m distracted when someone speaks Speaks my name like a spoiled pet But still I run, towards the source of the loving hum Some belief I try to briefly forget. (Split) Secret begins to split (Song) They wait for one more song (Grip) I cannot find my grip (Epilogue) The icy epilogue (Nothing left) The start of nothing left (Lost again) Looking lost again (Spinning rim) A slowly spinning rim To the affects To the react To the time worn shape of a crotch-patch To the answer To the resolution the self-assurance they all have To slowly stepping away from it To loving something completely To the recognition To the painful aim of an arrow’s bullseye beneath me
12.
The highway bleeds, and births, twin crying cars Starry-eyed lying in the hospital yard Seatbelts, blankets, doors biting keys There’s a halo hanging faintly over you and me Now winter’s boxing / tires in chains Through all the phantom paths and blocks between lanes With impounded offspring / and those doctors in blue The heaving body breathing over rivers, houses and schools. In the lamp light framing me The express-way to the exit from this grief And while it might be brief This desperate clawing peace The last thing you’ll ever see A sea of trees down on their knees Looking for clues / the reviews of the wreckage pit The infancy of doom is choking on it’s spit We’re swelling, and swerving, in autonomous sleep I’m giving up control I mean responsibility That pattern, the portrait, that you used to unlock The map that takes you back to memories you can’t block Is blinking out a warning, saying it’s up to you This paralyzing information hiding in plain view In the lamp light framing me The express-way to the entrance, almost free And while it might be brief This desperate clawing peace The last thing we’ll ever see A sea of trees down on their knees

about

“Some Sudden Weather” finds Products Band sharpening their focus on presence of mind in a culture of noise. Sure, what else is new, another rock record detailing this late-capitalist hellhole, blah blah blah — but then it hits you. This record refuses to default to post-punk tropes of obliqueness, intellectual box-checking, or emotional alienation. Products Band instead strikes a balance between critique and sincerity with stunning grace on their sophomore effort.

For each pummeling wave of distorted guitars, a tender, melodic vocal floats over its crest. With every winking, deadpan lyric comes a genuine admission of desire, shame, or hope. Products Band embraces the literary traditions of their influences while telling their stories on their terms. We may spend our days scrolling through conjecture about impending doom, but Products Band angles their songwriting toward capturing conscious experiences: maintaining intimacy under the chokehold of professional life, trying to heal with humility, and confronting Carl Jung know-it-alls who misread their big-britching as sullen sex appeal.

These songs in sequence create a striking mosaic, and faithfully represent the diversity of Products Band’s musical influences. From high-energy, airtight punk’n’roll to intricate, groove-driven pop, “Some Sudden Weather” refreshes rock vocabularies by sculpting them within the band’s unique perspective. Whether you crave dancefloor-ready bass hooks, spiderwebbed guitar skronk, interwoven vocal duets, hell, even melodies sung by a busted toy Casio, Products Band delivers. An essential listen for all fans of contemporary post-punk, guitar pop, and thoughtful Midwestern charm.

FFO: Ought, Television, The Replacements, R.E.M

credits

released October 20, 2023

Jo Kellen - Guitar, vocals, synths
Konner Johnson - Drums, percussion, synths
Alex Hanson - Guitars, vocals, piano
Jack Woolsey - Bass, vocals

Christina Perfetti - Vocals on “The Matter” and “I Can’t Praise Your Headtrip”
Kelsie Marie - Vocals on “The Matter” and “I Can’t Praise Your Headtrip”

Recorded and mixed in 2022 and 2023 by Zach Hollander at The Pearl Recording Studio, Minneapolis, MN.
Mastered by Dave Gardner in 2023 at Infrasonic Mastering, Los Angeles, CA. Design and Layout by Alex Hanson.

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