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Album- "A Seed Catalog For Extinct Annuals"

by the Deadfly Ensemble

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Intro 04:16
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1. She hears her insides and finds tidings there: her acrobatic heart has a prehensile tail. She sees her outsides and cries moonlit skies: abnormal limbs scratch and claw out her eyes. 2. The first, wheezing, mist-choked and brackish breath of dawn slides through her, itching and pale, clothes half-on. She hopes her man wields an unbiased mind. In fact, she’d hardly complain were he deaf, dumb and blind. A. They sat together, for the first time, with an antiquated, sleeping chaperon… B. Her suitor bound his prize with eyes afloat in skies of adoration! In alarm, her extra arms would twist in protest, pinching stubbornly! C. Her tumbling skirts and blouse and panicked visage might have frightened him, but nay! He tipped his hat and showed his horns and winked and kicked his shoes away, and tapped a rhythm on her porch with highly polished hooves of gray!
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1. My nursemaid once gave me a kiss and a farthing. Two pence would have made sense; this was alarming. I was a good boy! I never got sick! So this slice of a penny induced a coin trick. 2. I traded my farthing for an old metal soldier which I sold to my brother, a collector, much older. He gave me a penny which then begat three when I found for the soldier some staunch company. 3. My threepenny bit soon turned to a tanner when I resold some fruit; some plums and bananas. A half-shilling’s worth of shoe polish came next, and two bob from the bank men left my pockets perplexed. 4. With florin in hand I set up a stand and sold Penny Dreadfuls at second hand. Inside of a week I’d made half a crown, and my story appraisals had earned some renown. 5. For one sovereign, one guinea, I sold off my stock and found my revenge when the nursemaid was shopping; she cried at the till, “All I need is two pence!” Said I, “All I’ve got is ten pound, four and six.”
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1. Near a tiny village and living in a cave, sweaty and fierce, there was a toothy brute! Ate up all the maidens and gobbled up the sheep, so hungry and cruel… and he spat in the well. The men would get mad and go marching around! But then their frowny frowns came rolling down… 2. Seamus was a little lad, maybe five, maybe six, tough as a nail. Red, dead, no head… ogre killed his cousin and he wanted revenge. And so he scaled the hill and stood there a-scowling, his hands on his hips. A dog came out barking with murderous lips! 3. Ogre and his dog, both malice dripping drool, black eyeballs of coal! Seamus, unafraid, spoke of princess breakfast blood and offered a taste: three drops in hot porridge. “Oh, get me more, I’ll not eat thee, I swear! I’ll keep from the village; I’ll stay in my lair!” 4. Seamus gathered marching men and told them of the ogre so drunk in his lust! “But what about the dog?” they cried. “That bloody hound hears everything, and warns of approach!” But little Seamus laughed. 5. Morning came and Seamus stood, holding out the wooden bowl tainted with red. Ogre grinned with greed, Seamus said he’d bring him more, just lock up the dog. And so the men jumped in and cut off his head while he sipped at the gruel. The ogre’s last thought: that he’d been a fool.
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The Adventures of Jonas Mauken, a New England Scot, and the Only Man Who Returned From Fiddler’s Green To Sail Again 1. I set out to sea 1853… I was chin-deep in rum and tired of drifting. Well, that schooner sank! (And when she hit bottom, I swam from the crow’s nest and trudged back to Boston.) Next time around it was nigh 1860, but the voyage was jinxed, we took tacks that were risky. A storm sent us down, and I bubbled and frowned. It was a long ways away, a long hike back to town. 2. In 1903 word first got to me that the name Jonas Mauken was rather unlucky. Despite this I sailed (as “Salty” J. Mackie) and sank not but two miles in sight glass of Quincy. Four years elapsed and I went out with Dow on that steel, seven-master, and I spat on the bow. We ran ‘fore a gale that tore out the rigging, and she finally floundered near the Islands of Scilly. …A whaler from Portsmouth, a trawler from Gloucester… they all met their fate and I slowly slogged homeward… 3. For decades and decades I been sinking ships, but never a curse hath come from my lips. I’m a good-natured man, and an experienced hand, but disaster comes calling when I set out from land. I spent years on the sea, and many years under, tramping sea floor once my ship’s torn asunder. But I’ll keep trying, yea, though I sink every one, until somehow I’m stopped, by God or by gun.
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One The last thing I remember was a spot of dirty weather and the captain yelling through his beard! The next time I saw sunlight, my face and fingers didn’t feel right! There was a pint of briny stowed in either ear! Bits of boat and sail confused a glassy sea. Though much abused, the tempest, in the end, had let me live! Floating cold and dead, the captain’s sideboard knocked against my head! Inside were rum and a soaking crust of bread! Oh! Hey-ho for the captain’s sideboard! Two Come evening time a reddened eye gazed down and set the seas awry! The stirring surge revealed a thick-tongued cry! Not alone; a bubbling moan! I likened it to pale-blue toes… Just there! A pale-blue face o’er pale-blue bones! Oh! Hey-ho for the corpse of Feyrac! Three The semi-buoyant first-mate had expired, met a dampened fate! But he blinked and swam, at least, at a mortal rate…. He beckoned me, where could I run? He asked if I knew how far he’d come. The captain had sent him up to fetch the rum! Oh! Hey-ho, for the drowned are thirsty! Four I wondered if a ghost could drink the ghost of rum, for the bottle tinkled clear and empty; I was long since done. He waited there, I scratched my hair; I needed rum but how and where? I longed to cut away but hardly dared! Old Feyrac’s drowned and swimming face implied the course was clear. My fate was death at sea, and I was late. Standing, knife in hand, I plunged the blade into my stomach and the fount was bottled up, as Feyrac planned. Oh! And I went to join my Captain!
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Pirates: "On ships as black as pitch we are a coastal snarl- Every boat enraged, and rabid! Every tooth engaged and savage! "On ships as fast as falcon screams in high ravines- Every man a sharpened talon! Veins that pulse with a virile toxin! We sail for pride and ruin! Plunder culled from the sea we’re strewn in!" Queen Maude: "Rain comes from black clouds, so death from my fleet! Loud and cruel peals of thunder, my foes blasted under the sea! Along ridge lines, in mist, heads on oak spines foretell doom to all who would cross into Maude’s mountain halls! Pirates: "On ships as fell as rime and frost to the cold and lost- Merchantmen we catch and strangle! Laden galleons we entangle! "On ships as sharp as morning light to smoke-filled sight- Every man a corsair-demon! Eyes alight with mortal seething! We sail for Maude, our Queen! We rule the seas for lands unseen!" Queen Maude: "My people have known war from highland to seashore! Our gods have abandoned their mad children’s land in dismay! Perdition is served in a flagon for heroes; their souls may unbend, sheltered in flame."
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Oak leaves shaking in a clearing, out of sight and hearing… Kindling for a magic trick, it hastens from my lips, burning... I fortify my lair; we take in castle air, drinking… Cart wrights foul their hammers on their fragile digits, cursing… Children pull their parents, hooves and tears on cobbles, neighing… We laugh at peasant ingenuity, “They’re so charming.” The cathedral overhears and metal lupine jaws are snarling… I have the heart of a bear! The heart of a bear! Fingers fashioned into stars, a clumsy constellation fanning conflagrations in my chest, lungs and embers screaming… Broken bits of man around the city walls are crumbling… The visage of a soldier, stoic, growing colder, waiting… Passion conquered fear, fate has brought us here, gazing owl eyes in sunlit skies we hurry backwards, reeling… The maiden pressed against the leaden glass gives me feeling… I have the heart of a bear! The heart of a bear! Eyeteeth drawn against my tongue… the villagers have fun at hiding! Then they swarm about me, fearing, wondering and clapping, remembering the kings who used to use their hands when hunting… The starka fills me up, I gnash at buttercups… she’s watching! Who am I and where? I cannot help but stare! I’m whirling! I flail about and grimace, scream and shout and finish, kneeling! Faces drown in ripples, underneath I frown; she’s leaving… I have the heart of a bear! The heart of a bear!
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Midnight Calling (USA)
Review by Aiden

"Fine debuts are normally hard to follow, but with Lucas Lanthier and associates I knew this would not be a concern. Yet even I was taken aback by the sheer excellence of this release. To be sure, “A Seed Catalog for Extinct Annuals” follows in the footsteps of “An Entire Wardrobe…”, but takes an unexpected, meandering musical course that sometimes runs parallel to their earlier endeavor, and sometimes wanders off to the fringes of their haunted, neo-Victorian world to explore ominous shores filled with foreboding portents, before turning to flee back to more familiar confines, but only momentarily before dashing into the shadows again.The apocalyptic instrumental “Intro”, aptly sets the stage. After a distant, operatic opening, the melody of “Polymelia and the Satyr” proves deceptively simple, like a dark nursery rhyme that proves addictive, staying in your head longer than the latest television jingle. Marzia’s cello provides a superb melancholic counterpoint. The compelling arrangements of “Revenge on the Nursemaid” also stay with the listener long afterwards, with staccato percussion and flowing cello anchoring Lucas’s somehow disquieting vocals. “Meaty Bones and Porridge” has a bit of a rollick, opening with a nearly martial percussion. Lucas growls along with Marzia’s cello which rises and ebbs between the driving bass and guitar. “The Adventures of Jonas Mauken” is one of my favorites, a dark nautical tale featuring haunting piano and eerie vocals, which evokes visions of cobwebbed tintypes and long-forgotten waltzes. “Dirty Weather” is simply masterful. Another haunting tale of the sea, with a rather catchy refrain, belied by the poignant and reflective ending. “Queen Maude’s Pirates” continues the seafaring theme, with a great moody bass line that alternates with up-tempo stanzas before a rather chilling end. The superb guitar in “Ursusarktos the Bachelor” hints of the Spanish Renaissance, with languid vocals and cello underlaid by muted bass. “Dishonest Corset”, another favorite of mine, begins with eerie vocals and cello before launching into fierce guitar and bass. A touch of gypsy strings and lends an exotic air, while the steady percussion pushes the song to an abrupt ending. “Tiny Little Things” begins rather morbidly. Military percussion and solemn piano ensue, joined by strange, otherworldly vocal effects. Dirge like bass and guitar complete this funereal vignette, which dramatically creates a mounting sense of unease and suspense. “Lecture: The Pre-Decimalization Monetary System of Great Britain” is a strange documentary with a soundtrack of whistling that should be annoying, but somehow isn’t. It is actually quite interesting, and I learned the exact value of a Groat! Throughout the CD, the overall consonance of the instruments and vocals is remarkable. Lucas’s lyrics are a study unto themselves. His unconventional storytelling style is quite effective. Like classic fairytales, they conceal quite profound concepts beneath a seemingly simplistic storyline. (As a Children’s Librarian with over a decade of experience, I feel qualified to make that assessment!) The atmosphere of “A Seed Catalog for Extinct Annuals” is thoroughly macabre, though in an understated sort of way that only increases the effect. Shades of Baudelaire and Poe ramble through this theater of dark imagination, superbly crafted by The Deadfly Ensemble. The Deadfly Ensemble is one of the most innovative bands in today’s music scene, and both their releases are indispensable for the music connoisseur."


Sonic Seducer (Germany)
Review by Thomas Thyssen

"Lucas Lanthier ist einzigartig. Bereits mit seiner Band Cinema Strange sprengte er im Laufe von drei Alben alle möglichen Genregrenzen. Doch dies scheint dem sympathischen Neu-New Yorker nicht zu genügen, denn mit seinem Soloprojekt The Deadfly Ensemble war Luc seit geraumer Zeit aktiver und präsenter als gemeinsam mit seinen beiden alten Weggefährten, den Ribiat-Brüdern. Rechtzeitig zur Tour mit Emilie Autumn erschien nun das zweite Deadfly-Album „A Seed Catalog For Extinct Annuals“, welches schon auf den ersten Blick mit einem wunderschönen und opulent gestalteten Artwork aufwarten kann. Musikalisch bleibt Lanthier unberechenbar wie eh und je. Lucas erzählt wundervolle Geschichten, seufzt und jubelt, berichtet und umschreibt. Kleine Mädchen würden jemanden wie Lucas als Märchenonkel schätzen, da er nicht nur ein großartiger Erzähler ist, sondern sich auch noch lustige Kleider anzieht. „A Seed Catalog For Extinct Annuals“ ist keine einfache Kost für diejenigen, die 4/4-Stakkatobeats gewohnt sind, die musikalische Qualität anhand der BPM-Zahl messen und die sich keine Ruhe gönnen, um auch mal aufmerksam zuzuhören. Wenn man letzteres mitbringt, kann man in die Musik des Deadfly Ensembles eintauchen, sich darin verlieren und eventuell sogar ein klein wenig den absurd-kuriosen Kosmos Lanthiers verstehen lernen. Wundervolles Kino für das anspruchsvolle Gehör."

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released January 1, 2008

produced by Bonzo von Ecke and Lucas Lanthier

recorded at Armada Haus in Ventura, California, Papineau Clown College in Montreal, Quebec, Rupert Kessler's Mobile Sound Assault in Camarillo/LA, California and Christian's house, Montreal, Quebec

engineered by von Ecke, Lanthier, James Rupert Kessler Powell, and Christian Norton

mastered by Vincent Sorg, Principal Studios, Berlin, Germany

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