In 2005, the 5-piece Plowing Mud Forever decided to write and rehearse a handful of original songs. Every member would contribute music and lyrics. Compositions would be rearranged. Directions and ideas would be dissected. Everything was voted on. In April 2006, the group finally entered Meteor Sound, a recording studio in Rockaway Beach, NY. After a few sessions, the EP was in the bag. Mixing and mastering would be completed months later. Then things got a little fucked up. Losing a band member meant losing an integral part of our sound. It meant the recording we had just spent so much time and money working to complete was instantly obsolete. We spent another year full of debate, disavowal, pride, and purge to get to this moment. We still don't know how much we love this Rosemary's Baby of ours, but here we are, finally wrapping up PMF Chapter 3. (We're up to 6 now, for those keeping score at home.) Please save these tracks and play them to death. That might be the only way to make us all feel better.
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1. Serpentor's Love music & lyrics: R. Hatch  Call me an egomaniac, but I still constantly listen to all of these songs (and I don't even have the mastered versions that we're giving away to you moochers). I love doing jumping jacks to them. I love smashing instruments to them. I love banging chicks in the backseat of my time machine to them. But what I really love, is the fact that these songs are still constantly evolving. The recording process may have temporarily frozen these bastard songs in carbonite but the remaining members of PMF have been applying the flaming beheading device to them ever since. If that's what it's going to take for everyone (including us) to warm up to them, then so be it, jedi. I'm a little sorry the finished product has ended up in the free pile on trash night, but I can still pretend that it's the Rockstar Rookie card I was dreaming about during all those rehearsal sessions. Because Kirk and Wally already had a full length album by themselves under their belts (they still both carry a copy there, just in case), this recording had an added pressure. For them, it proved they could share the spotlight and the credit. For Ryan and I, this was us passing the audition, busting up the Ohio party, and proving that we had voices to be heard too. Sure, we're light years away from this EP (and that mentality) now, but from the bedroom demos to these final recordings, it was a major step for the band. And a really exciting process. KnowwhatImsayin? -rch |
2. Bottleneck music & lyrics: R. Stevens  Ryan would like to extend the following thoughts: The control room at Meteor was really warm, but the lounge was cold. So was my relationship with this record. I think we have some hot tunes here, but in retrospect, we probably could have made them cooler. This is an important step in the progression of PMF, nonetheless. For most of us, it was the first experience in an actual recording studio. Having interned in one and worked countless hours in others, I was familiar with the slow paced, testicle numbing grind house feel of studios. It was, however, the first time I was working on original music I helped write in said studio. Not having control over some things was frustrating at times, but John did a nice job with this, his first effort mixing synths. He had mostly recorded straight metal before we came in, so we were a bit of a challenge for him. Job well done, man. Now here's the honest, no mule poo about it, cut throat truth; I'm proud of this album, and think it sounds good. Now it can eat my ass. My approach to our music (and to writing music in general) changed after this record and before I became our drummer. The instrumentational changeup only fueled that more. I have way more confidence with our new material, and can't wait until the moment it tickles all of your earbones. Again, as I was with "Super Happy Hammer Hour," I'm stuck saying to people about "GOF," "this is us, but we don't sound like this anymore. Well stay tuned kids, the new PMF is going to cut down your mind forest and build a parking lot for awesome people. Our new stuff is a decabillionteen times better than this free stuff. To 2008! Slainte! |
3. Addiction music & lyrics: W. Chung  Wally whines: THIS IS NOT MY SIGNATURE GUITAR SOUND. The guy that recorded me insisted I use his settings, and when I tried otherwise, he said, "That's not gonna sound good." I knew that getting my sound was going to be impossible and we were on the clock. To save money, I just said, "Fuck it," and went with his sound. How could such an awesome amplifier (one that I've always wanted to record with, a Mesa Boogie dual rectifier), yield a sound that I would detest so much? I don't even wanna think about it anymore. So much for sounding "good." On another note, we recorded in Far Rockaway, and that nearby beach was cool. The halfway houses and weird homeless people added a nice touch as well. The pizza joint down the street was awesome. It's an odd neighborhood. The song "One More War" grosses me the fuck out (not the music, Kirk.) Don't ask me about it or you'll hear a lot of cussin'. Overall, I feel this album was forced. Without going into great detail, not much came out naturally, like our last album. The irony is that the drums weren't real, yet it still felt better recording that than this one did. I don't want to be told how to feel or what to do. Don't force a vibe onto me, bitch-toe (you know who you are, you stupid slimy fuck-hole.) It was a fun and revealing experience and I know our next album will be about 100x better, cuz I will have my guitar sound, everything'll feel right, and heck...Fuck...You just wait and see. |
4. Modus Operandi music & lyrics: K. Howle  I think we did a pretty OK job making a decent quality 6-song EP on a shoestring budget. Shoestring? Shoestring?? Who wears shoestrings these days??? Velcro, baby!!!! I’d like to thank everyone that came to our shows, gave our songs a listen, provided feedback, etc. I would also like to thank the abbreviation of the word "etcetera" for making my life easier. Happy 2008, and enjoy these free songs, you scumbags. As some dirty hippie once said, "Ownership is theft, maaaan. Hey, who took my weed, maaaaaan? Evil Dead rules!" Sincerely, My Name is Kirk |
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