It's My Time to Lose My Mind
by Kevin McAdams
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1. |
Start Over Again
03:10
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You speak in colors.
I'm seeing red.
You didn't hear a word he said.
Do you listen? Like you say? Or is it all your way?
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
Are you a leader, when being lead?
Take your tea and run to bed.
Dive under covers, shaking legs,
Or find someone to blame instead.
With luck on my side. I'm going to be alright.
I won't close my eyes, and let you blindly drive.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
I think I want to start over again.
Ooh la la ooh
Oh, it takes a long long time.
Ooh la la ooh
Oh, and it will be just fine.
Ooh la la ooh
(What are you waiting for?)
Oh, it takes a long long time.
(What are you waiting for?)
Ooh la la ooh
But I'm about to lose my mind.
(What are you waiting for?)
[I can't make it. I can't take it.]
Ooh la la ooh
Oh, how you're going to shine.
(What are you waiting for?)
[I can't make it. I can't take it.]
Ooh la la ooh
When everyone is left behind.
(What are you waiting for?)
[I can't make it. I can't take it.]
[Ooh, wee-ooh]
Ooh la la ooh
Oh, it takes a long long time.
(What are you waiting for?)
[I can't make it. I can't take it. take it. take it.]
[Wee-ooh, wee-ooh]
Ooh la-la la-la, Ooh la-la la-la, Ooh la-la la-la, la la la la la la lahhhhh!
You speak in colors.
I'm seeing red.
You didn't hear a word he said.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
What's going on in my head? I think I want to start over again.
What's going on in my head? I think it's time to start over again.
I think I want to start over again. I think it's time to start over again.
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2. |
Us Vs. World
03:46
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What does it matter if it's all a show?
Is there a witness for the stand?
There's only value in a story told.
Of taking over foreign lands."
But if I walk? Or if I stay?
I don't really give a f*:).
If you see it my way.
And now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
I got a helmet full of bullet holes.
So we can do it all again.
She's got a mind to eat us whole,
yet lick the butter from our hands.
But if I walk? Or if I stay?
I don't really give a f*:).
If you see it my way.
Now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
You say I'm wasting all my time, like a marionette in line.
Should I chew on all my dice? And spit them to the side?
I can't relate.
Now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
All of us against the world.
You say I'm wasting all my time, like a marionette in line.
If I gotta slave my whole damn life?
I will do what the f*:) I like.
I can't relate. I can't relate. I can't relate. I can't relate.
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What does it matter if it's all a show?
Is there a witness for the stand?
There's only value in a story told.
Of taking over foreign lands."
But if I walk? Or if I stay?
I don't really care at all.
If you see it my way.
And now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
I got a helmet full of bullet holes.
So we can do it all again.
She's got a mind to eat us whole,
yet lick the butter from our hands.
But if I walk? Or if I stay?
I don't really care at all.
If you see it my way.
Now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
You say I'm wasting all my time, like a marionette in line.
Should I chew on all my dice? And spit them to the side?
I can't relate.
Now we're calling out around the world.
Shouting loud across the world.
Are we ever really heard?
All of us against the world.
All of us against the world.
You say I'm wasting all my time, like a marionette in line.
If I gotta slave my whole damn life?
I will do what the I like.
I can't relate. I can't relate. I can't relate. I can't relate.
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4. |
The Bannerman Nightmare
04:01
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It plays a hundred times.
This dream that leaves in the morning.
I sail the ocean lines.
And wash up on Bannerman's Island.
With a rusted landmine.
That's strapped to my face.
Like a ticking timebomb.
As I run in place.
Fly away. In a day. Find a way. To get away.
Lie awake. In a state. Find a way.
But not in vein. But not in vein.
I want to run away with you, run away from you.
I'd like to run away with you, run away from you.
I count a thousand miles.
From here to the center of New Orleans.
Just like a Stalin trial.
Last breaths purged without warning.
And I know the outcome.
As I fall in place.
But you never realize.
How.
I plot my escape.
I want to run away with you, run away from you.
I'd like to run away with you, run away from you.
I want to run away with you, run away from you.
I have to run away with you, run away from you.
I'm gonna sit and stare at the telephone wires, and just admire that no one cares, or needs them now, but they all lead to places you'll just never know.
There's a ticking timebomb, as I run in place.
I want to run away with you, run away from you.
I'd like to run away with you, run away from you.
I have to run away with you, run away from you.
I have to run away from you, run away from you.
It feels like I'm out of control.
I don't think there's any other way?
I lie awake at night, and pace around the quiet places.
I climb a stage sometimes, to punch a thousand different faces.
And fall asleep to find that nothing ever really changes.
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Hourglass
03:16
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Another morning comes, like a fading photograph.
Snowing hour-sand, on a skipping phonograph.
Leap another groove, to a hollow rut in time.
When will I learn? That I need you by my side.
'Cause I'm down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
for waiting too long. (will come for you.)
Weighs down on my ways, (A sunny day,)
and paints them all wrong. (is coming soon.)
What I can't erase, (A sunny day.)
when everything's gone.
Fog that Hourglass.
Another twilight turns. Another number marks a year.
Desire unresolved. To hope the future's left unclear.
I'll lay them in a boat. The little bastards who haunt my mind.
Set them adrift. Before we capsize.
Now I'm down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
for waiting too long. (will come for you.)
Weighs down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
'cause maybe I'm wrong? (is coming soon.)
What I can't erase, (A sunny day.)
when everything's gone.
Fog that Hourglass.
Break that hour, Smash that hour, Fog that hourglass!
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Hourglass (PG version)
03:16
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Another morning comes, like a fading photograph.
Snowing hour-sand, on a skipping phonograph.
Leap another groove, to a hollow rut in time.
When will I learn? That I need you by my side.
'Cause I'm down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
for waiting too long. (will come for you.)
Weighs down on my ways, (A sunny day,)
and paints them all wrong. (is coming soon.)
What I can't erase, (A sunny day.)
when everything's gone.
Drop that Hourglass.
Another twilight turns. Another number marks a year.
Desire unresolved. To hope the future's left unclear.
I'll lay them in a boat. The little bastards who haunt my mind.
Set them adrift. Before we capsize.
Now I'm down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
for waiting too long. (will come for you.)
Weighs down on my faith, (A sunny day,)
'cause maybe I'm wrong? (is coming soon.)
What I can't erase, (A sunny day.)
when everything's gone.
Drop that Hourglass.
Break that hour, Smash that hour, Drop that hourglass!
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La, La. La, La. You started to cry. La, La. La, La. You wanted to leave.
La, La, La-La, La. Without saying goodbye. La, La, La-La, La. You wanted to laugh.
La, La. La, La. You wanted to play. La, La. La, La. You wanted to scream.
La, La, La-La, La. But had nothing to say. La, La, La-La, La.
I swear that if I ever thought to offer you the world.
I swear that if I ever wanted to make you my girl.
This tongue is dry, stuck to ice, floating in outer space.
I haven't got a drug supply to make it through the day!
La, La. La, La. You started to smile. La, La. La, La. Did you get what you want?
La, La, La-La, La. Can I unlock the knives? La, La, La-La, La. We're not thinking as one.
La, La. La, La. For plans I should make. La, La. La, La. You started to scream.
La, La, La-La, La. So I walked away. La, La, La-La, La.
I swear that if I ever thought to offer you the world.
I swear that if I ever wanted to make you my girl.
This tongue is dry, stuck to ice, floating in outer space.
I haven't got a drug supply to bring me to that place!
La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La.
Do. Do, Do, Do-Do, Do, Do. Do, Do, Do-Do, Do, Do. Do, Do, Do-Do, Do, Do.
And she says: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah. Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!
La, La. La, La. You started to cry. La, La. La, La. You wanted to leave.
La, La, La-La, La. Without saying goodbye. La, La, La-La, La. La, La, La-La, La.
Are we saying goodbye? La, La, La-La, La.
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The Hustler
04:17
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Where we're goin', I don't know?
I got an atlas in a sinkin' boat.
Spinnin' tires in meltin' snow.
Ran out of gas with a mile to go.
I'll go drinkin' 'til I'm walkin' blind.
Crawlin' home without an ounce of pride.
Some people tell me that it just ain't right.
How I spend almost every night.
Don't blame me, I'd like to write a happy song.
But lately, everything I touch just falls apart.
I'll say goodbye now, it's time to go.
And stagger out like a stumblin' ghost.
They say I lost love, and I'm alone.
Spending time on my final note.
I don't know if I'll be alright?
I got your coat, why don't you step inside?
I understand if you can't stay the night.
I might be better if you're at my side?
Don't blame me (Don't blame me),
I'd like to write a happy song.
(I'd like a happy song.)
But lately (But lately),
everything I touch just falls apart.
(It falls apart.)
So maybe (So maybe),
I should try to write a Country song?
(I'd like a country song.)
'Cause lately ('Cause lately),
everything I touch just falls apart.
(It falls apart now).
Don't follow me home, I'm fine on my oh-oh own.
Don't follow me home, I'll carry ah-oh on.
Don't leave me alone, I'll die on my oh-oh own.
Don't blame me (Don't blame me),
I'd like to write a happy song.
(I'd like a happy song.)
But lately (But lately),
everything I touch just falls apart.
(It falls apart.)
Don't hate me (Don't hate me),
I don't really try to lead you on.
(I try to lead you on.)
But lately (But lately),
everything I touch just falls apart.
(It falls apart now.)
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Small Town Livin'
03:37
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I'm gonna nurse my lunch, from a can, in a paper bag.
I'm gonna drive my truck, to the edge of a river bank.
I want to chase some ducks, and put my clothes back on.
I might tie you up? with a .45 at my side.
Don't you know, know, know, to tell me the same old joke?
'Cause I want to laugh my ass off.
I don't mean no harm. I'm just a man without a plan.
I ain't done no wrong, but some people don't understand. Understand?
Don't you know, know, know, to tell me the same old joke?
'Cause I want to laugh my ass off.
I think I might? (You should just try.) Go out and get a life. (Go get a life.)
But it's no fun without you? (Go and try to get a life!)
You stay inside. (I want to hide!) Am I the reason why? (The reason why.)
But there's no living without you?! (Go and try to get a life! Go and try to get a life!)
Don't you know, know, know, to tell me the same old joke?
You should know, know, know, that I need my only joke.
I'll never let go, go, go, (I'm living the same old joke.) of that same old joke.
Don't you know, know, know, (I'm living the same old joke.)
to tell me the same old joke? I should go, go, go. (I'm living the
same old joke.)
I'm living the same old joke. (I'm living the same old joke.)
Don't you know, know, know?! (I'm living the same old joke.)
I'm living the same old joke! (I'm living the same old joke.)
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Leave Us Alone
03:38
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You've gone too far.
Searching solutions I don't even want.
Who does the choosing when I have to start?
It's so confusing, 'cause I want no part of this.
We all have ADD. Fighting Sobriety.
Just leave us alone!
Hanging on..
To anything you got, so move along.
And keep on going 'cause you'll never stop.
Just stay in front of me.
'Cause I don't want to be.
Your sort of oddity.
We're all wetting beds, and eating cigarettes.
Just leave us alone!
We're feeding heart attacks. Breeding insomniacs.
Just leave us alone!
I'm gonna climb, a vertical line.
I'm gonna drive, a rocket ship to the pearly gates.
I want to shed, all sense of anything.
Ride into the depths of space.
A bloody mary, this spinning orb, silent prayers.
Return to my little happy place!
I can breathe again! I can breathe again!
But I can't see?!
We're learning self-defense, in anger management.
Just leave us alone!
Everyone's OCD, with shiny whiter teeth.
Just leave us alone!
We've been up for days, snorting razor blades.
Just leave us alone!
Is that our favorite song?
Crackling through the radio.
We'll drop a few e-bombs.
And lay out on the White House lawn.
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No Long Goodbyes
03:52
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I really think you lost your way. A certain life on a given day.
The bricks are bright and the streets are safe.
That perfect smile on a painted face.
The status quo in a martial state. Under siege in the market place.
It's been goin' down.
I might know the pain you're goin' through, and I won't be far away from you,
but if nothing's all we have to lose?
No Long Goodbyes. No Long Goodbyes.
The lights are off, are you awake? The kids are lost in a vapid state.
Overcharged and underpaid. I have no choice, I cannot stay.
Will A.C. units fall from space, and strike me to the ground?
I don't know the phase you're going through? But I won't be far away from you,
and if nothing's all we have to lose?
No Long Goodbyes. No Long Goodbyes. No Long Goodbyes.
(It's way too late.)
No Long Goodbyes. (For me to stay.)
La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la. La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la.
La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la-la,la,-la,la,la-la. La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la.
La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la. La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la-la,la,-la,la,la.
I might know the pain you're going through, but I won't be far away from you,
and if nothing's all we have to lose? You'll forget us all for someone who,
is not so odd and nothing new, but nothing's all we have to lose?
So I can't afford to stay with you. I can't afford to stay with you.
La - La,la,la,la-la,la,-la,la. (repeat 7 times) La - La,la,la,la-la,la-la,la. La,la. La,la.
La,la,la-la. La,la. La,la. La,la. La-la,la. La-la,la. La,la.
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My Time
03:48
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I spent my years just waiting in line.
Dotting your "T's" and crossing my "I's" (eyes).
Holding your head like a delicate egg.
Digging a trench, while you slept in your bed.
You make me wish for such terrible things.
With all the freedom insanity brings.
It's My Time. To Lose My Mind. My. Mind.
We sat and watched you parade like a clown.
Toeing the line 'til we fell to the ground.
I climbed a ladder to the end of my rope.
And wondered how I never let it all go?
It all doesn't matter. 'Til you have one thing you want.
Acting like a tattered martyr. In search of an angry mob.
It's my time. To lose my mind. (I want to lose my mind.)
It's my time. To lose my mind. (I want to lose my mind.)
It's My Time. (I want to lose my mind.) To lose my mind.
(I want to lose my mind.)
I'm waving here. You're stranded there. In open seas. Gasping for air.
It's my time. To lose my mind. (I want to lose my mind.)
It's my time. To lose my mind. (I want to lose my mind.)
It's my time. (I want to lose my mind.) To lose my mind.
(I want to lose my mind.)
It's my time. (I want to lose my mind.) To lose my mind.
It's my time. (I want to lose my mind.) To lose my mind.
(I want to lose my mind.)
It's my time. (I want to lose my mind.) To lose my mind!
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Turn the Lights Off
03:37
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He woke up, on the wrong side of the bed.
She walks on, the far side of the ledge.
They throw up, all over your intent.
'Cause they gave up, on a lifestyle of regret.
They're agitated, aggravated, intoxicated, animated.
(Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're isolated, inebriated, castigated, incarcerated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
No more looking back, gonna slide right down onto the future.
No more holding back, gonna death defy their way from the middle.
And in a single act, they'll flash their smiles bright for the cameras.
And as they break the bank, they'll watch it forty times before they're gone.
It's time to shake things up.
It's time to break things up. We're gonna smash your face when we bash the bass right now.
It's time to make things up.
It's time to wake you up. We're gonna smash your face when we bash the bass right. Now.
They're agitated, aggravated, intoxicated, animated.
(Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're isolated, inebriated, castigated, incarcerated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're violated, segregated, underrated, marinated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're celebrated, annihilated, medicated, liberated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off?
Off!!!
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He woke up, on the wrong side of the bed.
She walks on, the far side of the ledge.
They throw up, all over your intent.
'Cause they gave up, on a lifestyle of regret.
They're agitated, aggravated, intoxicated, animated.
(Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're isolated, inebriated, castigated, incarcerated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
No more looking back, gonna slide right down onto the future.
No more holding back, gonna death defy their way from the middle.
And in a single act, they'll flash their smiles bright for the cameras.
And as they break the bank, they'll watch it forty times before they're gone.
It's time to shake things up.
It's time to break things up. We're gonna smash your face when we bash the bass right now.
It's time to make things up.
It's time to wake you up. We're gonna smash your face when we bash the bass right. Now.
They're agitated, aggravated, intoxicated, animated.
(Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're isolated, inebriated, castigated, incarcerated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're violated, segregated, underrated, marinated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
They're celebrated, annihilated, medicated, liberated.
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Who's gonna turn the lights off?
Off!!!
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about
Kevin McAdams (has drummed for Brian Fallon, Jack Dolgen, Elefant, etc.) writes and sings driving melodic, yet abstract pop songs. For fans of ELO, Brian Wilson, Grandaddy, Sparks, and The Magnetic Fields.
Produced by Kevin McAdams and Mod Alien (elefant, radio 4).
Art Direction by Brian Walters (astralwerks Records, instinct Records).
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"It’s always a bit of a nail-biter when a [vocally] silent drummer from a band steps up to the mic on his own. You figure A) he felt hidden back there behind his rig, behind his band, and is using said band’s momentum to take a questionable moment up front, or B) maybe he actually has something to say? With Kevin McAdams’ first solo release, "It’s My Time to Lose My Mind", it’s definitely the latter – and you wonder why he was silent up until now?
The album kicks off with the kind of beat that challenges your hands to keep from fingerdrumming…and the feeling sticks around for 11 kickass pop songs. And when I say “pop,” I don’t mean it in the way that might make me cringe…no, in this case I mean it in the catchy, need-to-play-it-again way. After a few listens, it feels like you could have known these songs since high school. The lyrics are clever and really resonate – I listened to “Leave Us Alone” on repeat the first time I heard it just to catch what he was saying, and nod my head in agreement.
“My Time” grabs me, too. The lyrics bring the point home of one seriously frustrated guy about to snap, but it’s not done in the screeching-vocals-and-howling-guitars way that so many songs with a similar theme are. Rather, McAdams’ voice remains super calm and cool, allowing the urgency and panic to come through from the awesomely staccato beat. “Turn The Lights Off” ends the album with a more energized but similar plan – and it’s one of my favorite tracks.
Overall, it’s the combination of bright pop beats and multi-layered instrumentation backing that cool voice – he’s not desperate to make you hear him, he’s just letting you know what’s up – that really keep you coming back for another listen. The man can drum, I’ve seen him play, but this album is proof that it’s definitely (yep, I’ll say it…) "his time"."
-S. Weiss - GoRockOut
Produced by Kevin McAdams and Mod Alien (elefant, radio 4).
Art Direction by Brian Walters (astralwerks Records, instinct Records).
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"It’s always a bit of a nail-biter when a [vocally] silent drummer from a band steps up to the mic on his own. You figure A) he felt hidden back there behind his rig, behind his band, and is using said band’s momentum to take a questionable moment up front, or B) maybe he actually has something to say? With Kevin McAdams’ first solo release, "It’s My Time to Lose My Mind", it’s definitely the latter – and you wonder why he was silent up until now?
The album kicks off with the kind of beat that challenges your hands to keep from fingerdrumming…and the feeling sticks around for 11 kickass pop songs. And when I say “pop,” I don’t mean it in the way that might make me cringe…no, in this case I mean it in the catchy, need-to-play-it-again way. After a few listens, it feels like you could have known these songs since high school. The lyrics are clever and really resonate – I listened to “Leave Us Alone” on repeat the first time I heard it just to catch what he was saying, and nod my head in agreement.
“My Time” grabs me, too. The lyrics bring the point home of one seriously frustrated guy about to snap, but it’s not done in the screeching-vocals-and-howling-guitars way that so many songs with a similar theme are. Rather, McAdams’ voice remains super calm and cool, allowing the urgency and panic to come through from the awesomely staccato beat. “Turn The Lights Off” ends the album with a more energized but similar plan – and it’s one of my favorite tracks.
Overall, it’s the combination of bright pop beats and multi-layered instrumentation backing that cool voice – he’s not desperate to make you hear him, he’s just letting you know what’s up – that really keep you coming back for another listen. The man can drum, I’ve seen him play, but this album is proof that it’s definitely (yep, I’ll say it…) "his time"."
-S. Weiss - GoRockOut
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released April 27, 2009
Produced by Kevin McAdams & Mod Alien
Produced by Kevin McAdams & Mod Alien
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Kevin McAdams New York, New York
I wrote songs as a kid, made some oil paintings, started playing the drums, played in some bands, made some records, toured a bunch, grew a beard, writing my own songs again, much happier.
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