Artist: The Unsacred Hearts
Release date: July 26, 2011
Type: Multiple formats
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Five years in the making, this is the new album from the Unsacred Hearts.
THE HONOR BAR by The Unsacred Hearts SBR50 / 2011
Formed in 2003, NYC rockists The Unsacred Hearts rose from the wreckage of teenage dreams, abandoned garages and naive knockoffs to make a visceral, poetic, original noise. While the band made their bones on ultra-distilled rock and roll, weird chords and wild live sets, they always led with the heart. Loud and fast, yes, but the sonic boom was just the straightest line to the truth. Now, with the release of their strangely beautiful second record called The Honor Bar, the Hearts move a bit further down that line.
Rhythmic, romantic, poetic, and still peculiar, The Honor Bar evokes the city of New York itself or, rather, the city resounds in The Honor Bar. The maelstrom and beauty of the city comes across in the sparse, unerring beats, the stark instrumental phrases, the myriad voices in whispers and shouts. Webs of sounds, words and images -- all traffic on the Bowery and midtown sky scrapers -- juxtapose with the sweet intimacy of the fire escape and 2AM walks down solitary side-streets. The constant voice is that of Joe Willie, more poet than singer, with a voice that only implies melody, and words, though littered with the everyday, reach for the grand themes of commitment, friendship, loss and love.
The Honor Bar is certainly not for everyone and neither are The Unsacred Hearts. When they formed, their only goal was to make rock n roll. They did not ask, what is cool, what do people want to hear, or what should we wear. The only question was, how do we keep playing rock n roll? And, over the years, they kept asking that question with each new song, each live set bringing a response. When they last asked, the answer was The Honor Bar.
The Honor Bar is currently available as a CD in a hand silk-screened eco-wallet or a cassette. Lobby us for a vinyl pressing. Digitally you can get it on Bandcamp (pay what you want), iTunes, Amazon, or your favorite digital retailer.
Sweet youth misspent, never knew the history The road remained unbent, never knew the mystery So I tangled up in highway, became Houdini on the blacktop When I was deafened by the white noise, I just let the needle drop
Early-sixteen wonder kid, my heart was big but my mind was stuck A lover’s touch is what it took beneath the stars in her father’s truck
It’ll be alright if you meet me tonight I send this out to where you are I’ll be down on the rocks with a boom-box Then I’ll be at the honor bar So just meet me at the honor bar
Lights and sirens down the shore where the bricks and the river meet Circus skies play tricks on eyes but the mist makes kisses sweet I’m a sailor lost at sea, my radio means so much to me I hope I don’t lose the frequency, my radio means so much to me
It’ll be alright if you meet me tonight I send this out to where you are I’ll be stuck on the shoal of this rock n roll Then I’ll be at the honor bar So just meet me at the honor bar
Where Are You?
I hope you’re right, I shut the light, I hit the street, and the city is bright With runaways and throwaways and Lady Days dying day and night With safe bets and cigarettes and silly bands hauling gear to stage And silhouettes and jet sets and dirty hands clenched in fists of rage
Where are you? Are you watching TV? Are you doing drugs? Are you looking for me? Where are you? Where are you?
It’s like a thrill from the still of a film that you used to love It’s like a scene from a dream on the marquee sign above A little king, a diamond ring, a pretty thing when you’re feeling bad It’s kinda true, it’s kinda sad, because it makes you miss the things you had
Where are you? Are you watching TV? Are you doing drugs? Are you looking for me? Where are you? Where are you?
Flesh & Bone
Picture me, picture you, in a picture book we’re paging through Picture me with the slings and the arrows, picture me when the dirt road narrows On a hill, far from home, straits of Gibraltar, streets of Rome Mississippi River rolling slow, lost in the rain, Juarez, Mexico
When you’re tired, when you’re on your own I’ll be there, flesh and bone
I miss you, baby, when the river bends, I miss you, baby, when the dirt road ends Picture me, picture you Picture me, perchance to dream, picture you, beside the stream
When you’re weary, when you’re on your own I’ll be there, flesh and bone
Be Good
Summer days, heavy in the city, the sun took a dive into the street Dark skies, jets outshine the starlight, the wind is a stranger, kilowatts push the heat A lover’s touch transmits secret language, a kiss burns a code that doesn’t fade Signals tangle in the ether and echo to the river through the helicopter blades
These words tumble from your lips Simple lines ring true You said, baby, be good to me And I will be good to you
Scientists with silver blades stalk around my bed Angel dressed in red flies around my head She said she’ll get a change a clothes, she’ll get my books, and she’ll get food But a kiss will have to wait till you feel good
These words tumble from her lips Simple lines ring true You said, baby, be good to me And I will be good to you
Hey, Sol Lewitt
Hey, Sol Lewitt, I watched them take apart your art Jackhammer to the heart, when they took apart your art
Decked out in municipal red Fire ants chewing on your art until it’s dead They took apart your towers, they took apart your walls I watched the hammer flying, I watched the hammer fall
Hey, Sol Lewitt, I watched them take apart your art Jackhammer to the heart, when they took apart your art
I Am Joe
I am the freak lilac blooming from the pipe I am rolling thunder to scare dogs beneath rugs I am home for dinner, I am round from the beer I am Solo and Doctor Jones in one room
I am the janitor of your senator’s closet I am a waitress with pefect omelet lips I am a conductor of a train who loves his voice in the static I am lemon swimming in martini sips
When the time comes, I’ll tell you what I know, I’ll tell you all I know I am Joe
They say that martinis are like womens’ breasts, three is too many but one is not enough So true was the portait on the Fourth of July, watching the rockets as the water got rough
When the time comes, I’ll tell you what I know, I’ll tell you all I know I am Joe
The Sleepwalker
I don’t want to stay in my bed so farewell avenue with your beauty monitor Farewell Eveline with your mother’s sick jokes, I am here no more, I am here no more I took pulse in the dark, the news was grim, but I slept silently then rose at four To stand before the mirror in naked health but it was dark, I am invisible
I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight A riddle on the street in the middle of the night I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight People think it’s strange, I think it’s alright
It makes a funny story, but this turbulent situation is no more Noon sun doldrums have settled like painkillers, Einstein voted Man of the Century He must be happy, we must be happy for him and thank him for his notions of time Reverberating from the cellar to the attic, keeping me up at night, keeping me up at night
I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight A riddle on the street in the middle of the night I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight People think it’s strange, I think it’s alright
Now we don’t look at time the same way we used, funny it’s taking me so long to say goodbye, I always said I hate long goodbyes, I always said I hate long goodbyes
I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight A riddle on the street in the middle of the night I get caught sleepwalking in the moonlight People think it’s strange, I think it’s alright
I Would Never Let You Drink Alone
There’s a prayer on my lips and poem in my heart I would tell em both to you if I knew where to start I used to just run my mouth, now that I’m fully grown I’ll just say that I would never let you drink alone I would never let you drink alone
The sun shines like a knife on winter afternoon But it can’t cut the blues out, we’re waiting on the moon And I’ll wait with you all night even if we’re just getting stoned The important thing is I would never let you drink alone I would never let you drink alone
I spy your eyes between the bottles, it’s a look that’s hard to mend But I’m looking out for you because you are my friend And you looked out for me when I thought I was on my own That’s why I would never let you drink alone I would never let you drink alone
Gunmetal Heart
I knew the dream was true when the fire grew Brighter, wild in your eyes I carried water from the lake till I thought my back would break I fell asleep, dreamt of goobyes
Don’t aim at me, gunmetal heart We were not born to grow apart
I slept beneath the glow of your fire burning slow Then when I knew we would never, ever part Your chrome caught up in light, your fire burning bright That’s when I saw my gunmetal heart
Don’t aim at me, gunmetal heart We were not born to grow apart
I Left My Heart in Brooklyn
Drunk parakeets on telegraph hill Choir on the wire above the Coup de Ville The old engine idles at the gates of the park There’s blood in the sky from the shots in the dark
The bricks, the bridges, the underground trains I’m going back to Kings County and there’ll I’ll remain When I die and my soul takes wings, bury my body in the country of Kings
The East River crossings, sun through the steel Stuck in a move, bright but unreal Juliet watches her brothers, she don’t know her dad Her mother sends money back to Trinidad She says, “Oh, Romeo, you silly boy. Life ain’t a game. I ain’t a toy.”
I was young and full of fire when I left home No direction, just desire, to wander and roam I returned, humbled, limp in my walk Chill in my look, tremolo in my talk The bricks, the bridges, the underground trains I’m going back to Kings County and there’ll I’ll remain When I die and my soul takes wings, bury my body in the country of Kings
Coast of Cleveland
This old habit is hard to break I got to head down to the lake When the weatherman warns Storms blowing on the lake Water’s brown but we don’t care Got to get the grease out of your hair Catch a wave, catch a wave, catch a wave and you can be anywhere, you’ll be anywhere
Swimming out in ten degrees, just before the winter freeze Oh, oh, surfing Ohio is like a strange disease
Got the board in the back of the van, Ain’t got no sunshine, ain’t got no tan Keep my winter days free, work all summer long That’s my only plan, that’s my only plan My body’s cold, my heart is strong
Don’t Disappear
Everything that had stayed the same for going on a dozen years All of sudden came crashing down and left a ringing in my ears Less like a tolling church bell than waves lapping on the pier Hanging down by the jetty rocks, I hope it don’t disappear Don’t disappear, don’t disappear Hanging down by the jetty rocks, don’t disappear
Now all the words I ever wrote I keep in my daddy’s garage I still get the questions from they boys at the bar down at the motor lodge Like, “Why don’t you put this in your book?” and “Whatever happened to you there?” I say, “I will” and “I don’t know,” I think don’t disappear Don’t disappear, don’t disappear I say, “I will” and “I don’t know,” don’t disappear
Now I’m head-deep in the archives, looking for another spell To put on you so you will do the things you do so well But I get to feel like a thief in the night, I get to feel the stinging tears Hanging down by the jetty rocks, I hope it don’t disappear Don’t disappear, don’t disappear Hanging down by the jetty rocks, don't disappear
The Honor Bar
by
The Unsacred Hearts
Produced by Travis Harrison for Serious Business Records
Recorded and mixed by Travis Harrison
at Serious Business Music, NYC (Brooklyn then SoHo)
starting in mid 2006 and concluding in early 2011
The Unsacred Hearts are Joe Willie, Dave Siegel, Travis Harrison
1. The Honor Bar
Dave: guitar, glockenspiel, piano, accordion
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums, bass, percussion
2. Where Are You?
Dave: guitar, bass
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums, percussion
Andy Bean: bax vox, trumpet, guitar
3. Flesh and Bone
Dave: guitar, bass, piano
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums, percussion
Jaymay: singing
4. Be Good
Dave: guitar
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Josh Kaufman: bass, piano, singing
Brian Kantor: drums, singing
Chris Weary: singing
6. I Am Joe
Dave: guitar, piano
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Andy Bean: bass, singing
Fuller Condon: singing
7. The Sleepwalker
Dave: guitar
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Andy Bean: bass, vocal
8. I Would Never Let You Drink Alone
Dave: guitar
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Andy Bean: piano, singing
Todd Pascarella: upright bass, singing
9. Gunmetal Heart
Dave: guitar, violin, glockenspiel
Joe: vocal
Travis: recorded this on 4 track @ Joe's place
10. I Left My Heart in Brooklyn
Dave: guitar, all instruments
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Boshra al Saadi: singing
11. Coast of Cleveland
Dave: guitar
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Andy Bean: bass, singing
12. Don't Disappear
Dave: guitar
Joe: vocal
Travis: drums
Andy Bean: bass
Josh Kaufman: piano
Rebecca Roses Harrison: shaker
Mike Phillips: pedal steel
Jaymay: singing
Benji Cossa: singing
"There are nights in your life, they usually happen in your mid to late 20s, that define you as an adult. There is a clarity to these nights, years later you can still smell the smells, hear the voices, feel the chill in the air, remember the colors in the sky as you and that special someone are greeted by the morning sun. Some how you hold on to the details despite being drunk since 10pm, everyone gets a handful of these nights and they come to be the nights that tell your story, they are the foundation of what your life becomes.
With The Honor Bar, The Unsacred Hearts have absolutely captured the essence of this. They transport you to the very core of it. The wonder and sheer joy that comes from even the most dire and unhinged moments. The heartbreak and sadness is equally as important as the unbridled euphoria that only this time can bring. The Unsacred Hearts embody it on The Honor Bar.
Front man Joe Willie channels a mix of Tom Waits, Lou Reed and Bob Dylan with his sing songy spoken word inner city griot style. Sonically it is a mix of Waiting on a Friend era Rolling Stones and Cypress Ave Van Morrison. The sound is ambitious and smells of stale booze and old cigarettes. It is grand in its scope and gorgeous in its simplicity.
Take some time and revel in the sound of hope, fear, joy, confusion, booze soaked drama and drug addled joy. The Honor Bar is the formative years of your life wrapped in a smoky poetic bow, a snap shot of everything you hoped you would be and were innocent enough to think would be what you wanted."
-TIM BAKER, Syffal
AEM029-1 The Unsacred Hearts (Follow-Up Review)
"Issued almost two years ago on November 30th 2009, AEM029 introduced The Unsacred Hearts as a band in the midst of a sea change, caught between their early roots as a firebrand post-punk outfit from Blue Point Long Island and an uncertain future as a group of poetically inclined and musically intelligent adults with jobs, law degrees, wives, and children. For the last five years The Unsacred Hearts have been working towards their latest album, fixing on it like a distant star that’s always visible but just barely out of reach. Instrumental versions of the songs have been floating around for years, serving as the soundtrack to band members’ lives, both informing and being informed by this great transition. Drummer Travis Harrison even walked down the aisle to an early version of B-Side “Flesh and Bone”. Working off and on at Serious Business Music with a coterie of friends, the album began to take shape, and at last The Unsacred Hearts completed and released The Honor Bar. We’re thrilled to follow up on our original 7-inch with two tracks from this release, which is available now on CD and Cassette from Serious Business Records.
I spoke with drummer, producer, and engineer Travis Harrison about the new record and the impetus behind The Unsacred Hearts’ change in musical direction. It was, he explained, an attempt to make music that was more accessible, and that he could put on at home without being asked to turn it down or off. The band simply wanted to make the kind of music that they themselves wished to listen to. After years of punk-inspired invective, The Hearts wanted to recast themselves in a mold that spoke more directly to their current situation. When their self-titled debut was released in 2004 they didn’t have families or careers. There’s a reason that the music-to-beverage-matching website drinkify.org lists “The Unsacred Hearts” recipe as 4 oz. Marijuana, 4 oz. Ginger Ale, and 1 oz. Macallan Scotch. They were once young dudes making loud music. Now they’re medium-young dudes making listenable music. It’s a change that makes most musicians uncomfortable, like they’re giving up some essential part of their being by sacrificing the attitudes they developed as teenagers. But what The Unsacred Hearts understand is that their energy and enthusiasm isn’t gone, but rather rechanneled into creating a lush musical territory they were once too drunk or nearsighted to fully render. Singer and lyricist Joe Willie sums this up wonderfully, “While we made our bones on ultra-distilled rock and roll, weird chords and wild live sets, we always led with the heart. Loud and fast, yes, but the sonic boom was just the straightest line to the truth.”
If “the truth” is something that can be distilled into a song (and I believe it is), then Joe Willie is a kind of musical oracle. In his earlier days he came across as a frenzied beat poet frontman, as if someone had given Jim Morrison the stage at an open mic and handed him an eight ball of cocaine. On The Unsacred Hearts’ latest material he comes off as sage-like, split somewhere between Tom Waits, Lou Reed, and Gil Scott-Heron. The acoustic landscape of this album is less jagged than in past attempts, and Joe Willie’s spoken vocals float atop a more serene trajectory, allowing for greater focus on a blended aesthetic and lyrical turns of phrase. In his summary of the album, which is itself a masterful bit of prose, he turns back to New York as a cyclical influence on The Honor Bar. He explains, “The Honor Bar evokes the city of New York itself or, rather, the city resounds in The Honor Bar. The maelstrom and beauty of the city comes across in the sparse, unerring beats, the stark instrumental phrases, the myriad voices in whispers and shouts. Webs of sounds, words and images — all traffic on the Bowery and midtown sky scrapers — juxtapose with the sweet intimacy of the fire escape and 2AM walks down solitary side-streets.” It’s a soundtrack not for New York City, but an abstraction of New York City, for those precious few moments when you lose yourself completely in the web of monolithic architecture and compact humanity.
A-Side and title track “The Honor Bar” fades in to a tumble of percussive thunder and giving way to hand drum percussion and a driving figure on acoustic guitar set to the walking pace of your average long-legged New Yorker. The instrumentation is lush, with glockenspiel, bass, piano, accordion, electric guitar, and a compressed drum set added to the mix at the chorus. There’s an electronic vibe to this track that’s unheard on previous recordings–the tinkered drum sound and distorted melodic figure on the outro all hint at an extended sonic palette for The Unsacred Hearts. It all serves as a backdrop for Joe Willie’s baritone musings, which are heard with a new depth and resonance thanks to the relative tranquility of the musical accompaniment. This was the last song completed for The Honor Bar, and best encapsulates the attitudes driving the band’s project in self-reinvention. This is music I could read to, music I could work to, music I could put on and ignore, but what makes it special is that I wouldn’t actually want to do any of those things. Something about it continues to command listeners’ full attention, and it does so through a great depth of musical vision rather than pure volume. This more than anything is a sign that The Unsacred Hearts aren’t just growing up and continuing to make records–they’re maturing.
B-Side “Flesh & Bone” is a lyrical pastiche of musical and literary references. Some are undoubtedly intentional and some maybe incidental, but none come off as heavy-handed. Rather, they succeed in evoking the spirit and ambiance of entire songs and imparting some part of their essence and meaning on “Flesh & Bone”. The complete lyrics are below, with footnotes:
Picture me, picture you, in a picture book(1) we’re paging through
Picture me with the slings and the arrows(2), picture me when the dirt road narrows
On a hill, far from home, straits of Gibraltar, streets of Rome(3)
Mississippi River rolling slow, lost in the rain, Juarez, Mexico(4)
When you’re tired, when you’re on your own
I’ll be there, flesh and bone
I miss you, baby, when the river bends(5), I miss you, baby, when the dirt road ends
Picture me, picture you
Picture me, perchance to dream(6), picture you, beside the stream
When you’re weary, when you’re on your own
I’ll be there, flesh and bone
1.) The Kinks — Picture Book: “Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago. // Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long time ago.”
2.) Shakespeare — Hamlet: “To be, or not to be, that is the question: // Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer // The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, // Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, // And by opposing end them?”
3.) Bob Dylan — When I Paint My Masterpiece: “Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble / Ancient footprints are everywhere / You can almost think that you’re seein’ double / On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs”
4.) Bob Dylan — Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues: “When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez // And it’s Eastertime too // And your gravity fails // And negativity don’t pull you through // Don’t put on any airs // When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue // They got some hungry women there // And they really make a mess outta you”
5.) The Country Gentlemen — Down Where: “Down where the river bends // With God’s help we’ll meet again // Under the same old sycamore tree // Proud of each other in the land of the free // I’ll go down to the ocean blue // Just as close as I can to you // This old ocean might keep us apart // But it won’t keep you dear from out of my heart”
6.) Shakespeare — Hamlet: “To die, to sleep // To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub! // For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, // When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, // Must give us pause—there’s the respect // That makes calamity of so long life.”
These references weave an intricate subtext to the song, evoking numerous depictions of death and forcing us to consider the nature of human memories and interactions. The Picture Book reference suggests that we document our own lives only to convince ourselves that we’ve had substantial experiences once we can no longer feel them so acutely. And yet, though memories fade, some experiences persist across time, and there’s an element of humanity’s presence that we can seemingly access through locality or state of mind, as indicated by the reference to When I Paint My Masterpiece. But through all this, through hardships and struggle, what should be our relationship with death? Is it an escape or a demise? Joe Willie engages this conversation with a text of his own, profoundly contemplating man’s position on this earth and our relationship to a hazy past and a precarious future. This interaction is realized musically as an acoustic ballad, giving way to vocal counterpoint between Joe Willie and guest vocalist Jaymay, in an exchange that grapples with the eternal nature of true love, which is wholly supported by Willie’s lyrics and simultaneously problematized by the various references sprinkled throughout the song. Once fully teased out, it’s a brilliant polemic that’s typical of Joe Willie’s remarkable insight as a lyricist.
To round out his description of The Honor Bar, Joe Willie writes, “The Honor Bar is certainly not for everyone and neither are The Unsacred Hearts. When we formed, our only goal was to make rock n roll. We did not ask, what is cool, what do people want to hear, or what should we wear. The only question was, how do we keep playing rock n roll? And, over the years, we kept asking that question with each new song, each live set bringing a response. When we last asked, the answer was The Honor Bar.” I couldn’t have said it better myself."