Borrowed but not repurposed from darkroom, Chicago, where we will be playing on July 22nd:
“The Post Mortems - when referencing the band’s name, The Post Mortems, we prefer that it is spelled as you see it here: three words, each first letter capitalized (i.e. not “post mortem” or “post mortems”).”
We’re first on Google!?
So it has been a while, but with good reason. We’ve been mixing stuff like crazy, and in a matter of hours more recording will commence at Forceps to fortify and tighten the epic swing in the hips of this beast we’re about to let loose upon the ears and hearts of our friends, families, and fans.
People who have heard us before will find themselves being introduced to old friends in our 12 songs, but those are friends who’ve been working out and eating right and buying new wardrobes and generally are surprising in every way when you see them again.
Some songs are more raw, some songs are more refined. Some songs are sweaty, shirtless construction workers, glistening in the sun, chugging blacklight Gatorade and moving in slow motion; other songs are the pendulous motion of a beautiful young woman emerging from a California swimming pool, moonlit on a rooftop, reflections bouncing hither and thither with the rhythms of the night and her heart beat warm against the cool of the water. I guess either way the songs are sexy and wet and project a certain grinding confidence that we hope turns heads and ears in our direction. We have an entire parallel world to show everyone, and it starts with the album.
In live-show news, we’ve added… something. The Post Mortems will continue to forgo guitars in lieu of different and interesting things that make better noises, and this development has us very excited. We’re also very interested in taking lighting to the next level, so new audiences can experience a more theatrical experience. It’s fine to have loud, punk-rock shows, but stepping it up may reach out to those who appreciate more visual spectacle, like we do, will be a terrific experiment at the very least. Will we take it on tour? Probably not, but for more local shows it’s a Gotta-Do.
I think that’s all we have for now. Please follow us on Facebook, and on Tumblr! It’s all the same anyhow!
Devin Alexander / The Post Mortems
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I’ll do another blog post!
This Friday night will see our return to the new Gabe’s, joining some local friends in Maylane and hopefully some new friends in Sissy Mena from Chicago!
While you think about all that, please also add to your massive list of brain-thoughts what you might like our album to be called. Imagine you’re about to rip our CD (or vinyl, alright) to iTunes and it’s asking for the album title, and your fingers are just typing whatever comes from your heart, and you type… What?
Some ideas we’ve had so far:
a) self titled “The Post Mortems”
b) “A Cracked and Crooked City Waves Hello” (too long… Also, the name of the EP:()
c) “Nighttime Thief”
d) “Rafty Hamrapersnick”
e) “Let’s Zest!”
In any case, it’s an important decision, and we are paralyzed with indecision/too many options. Oddly enough, we’re not as paralyzed with the format options, because there are only two: CD or CD+vinyl. If glow-in-the-dark Blue is available, you’ll be spinning a colored vinyl before long.
Here we are again! Gearing up for our second show at the newly minted and finely-honed Gabe’s in Iowa City. Friday night will be a kinetic and vivacious show, with Chicago’s Sissy Mena and our excellent friends from Iowa City/The Quad Cities Maylane .
Afterwards, perhaps we’ll post-game at Al’s place, eat some pizza, some Zero Bars, and drink some beverages. Saturday could turn out to be a terrific day for hitting up Al’s Dad’s and continuing our failing quest to make fire with a bow-drill, and possibly we’ll get some roofing on our longhouse.
Here’s the secret purpose of this particular entry, however, Opinions: Album should be self-titled, or should we get a name going for it? We’re throwing around some ideas, but by all means, if you’ve got an album name for us that you really dig, suggest it, and we’ll start a running list, and maybe do voting! An album by some dudes, for some folks! It’s team work!
See you Friday night for some ROCKING.
Someday we’ll start a gallery of posters for shows where the promoters misspelled or otherwise mangled (read: dropped ‘The’ from) our easy-as-dirt band name; but until then check out this forum for one of my favorite PC games, BLOOD, where supporters of a game released in 1997 still thrive and create and generally carry on! It’s BOOMING! Join them on Facebook too, as several of our fans seem to have done. Whether it was on purpose or not I can only speculate, but worse-case it turns them on to an incredibly violent and charming gaming experience, old school to the core.
Last weekend was awesome: El Ten Eleven were not only great guys, but they knew how to play seriously complex tunes and make it look easy! Too bad the bassists’ Wal bass got stolen in Canada; that’s like losing a gifted child who’s also good at sports and art: unheard of.
Saturday we played at the alien-yet-familiar Hull Avenue, which was kind of exactly like playing in the Quad Cities at Lumpy’s or the Wagon Wheel if you had to drive three hours to and from, and played to a crowd that didn’t know quite what to make of you. We seemed to turn some heads, though, so overall a great time.
May 7th we reunite once again with Maylane at Gabe’s in Iowa City, a venue that’s experiencing a rebirth (if a painful one, due to the dark attitudes and comments from the less savory IC personalities) and has never treated us with anything less than awesome respect and given us reason to return time after time. There are other Iowa City venues, almost all of which we’ve played, but none seem to have the Whole Package the way Gabe’s has, even when it wasn’t called Gabe’s!
This coming weekend, The Post Mortems will be ganging up with their outdoors-friends to once again venture into the unkempt and wild backwoods of Al’s Dad’s, where we’ve begun building an empire out of dead trees and unsafe drinking water. We’ll all be sporting outrageous knives, axes, and swagger, and if all goes well we’ll get some fire going with a bow drill, a goal we’ve had in mind for years. Pure laziness has kept us from success before, but soon we will maybe do alright. See you at the next show!
