Digits

by The Myonics

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The Myonics return with this enigmatic EP, evidence of the short-lived and seldom-spoken-of East Coast lineup, and the marking of the first appearance of many a new member to the fold. Sleek reverb, incessant melodies and sheer noise collide on this 13-minute epic meditation.

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released September 28, 2010

Brian Davy - drums, analog synth
Qonnie Kim - vocals, guitar
Jasper Leach - guitar, bass, synth, vocals
Conor McEneaney - drums
Tom Meagher - guitar
Billy Miller - autoharp
Eric Mohammed - melodica
Michael Vattuone - vocals

Produced by Jasper Leach
Engineers - Conor McEneaney, Brian Davy, Ken Braziel
Recorded at Islington House Showspace, Allston, MA; Men's Warehouse, Oakland, CA; Ben's Place, Sebastopol, CA; SAE, San Francisco, CA, May-September 2010
Mixed by Jasper Leach and Brian Davy

Thanks - Josh Aubin, Sara Diamond, Steve Wooten, Maxwell Lysenhower, Sofia Albam, Jerome Eno, Kyle Fallon, Nat Futterman, Ashley Thomas, Tom Ferguson, Citiee Olson, Young Rao, Mike Harris, Ben, Rick Miller, Mike Kendall, Anya Bernal, Deirdre Stewart, Chris Portka, Carmen Anderson

Cover photograph by Sara Diamond of a video still by Madeline Barr

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Please contact themyonics at gmail dot com .... Super Psychedelic Fun Time starring Jasper Leach Tom Meagher Eric Mohammed Brian Davy Billy Miller Nat Futterman

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Track Name: I'm Not Ready
I'm not ready
Little orphan Eddie
Up for going steady
With a house and a home.

I moved to Frisco,
Fucked my next-door neighbor
Under the kitchen table,
Now it's time to move on.

No, I don't need you,
Wish I were more happy,
Running 'round in laps and
Thinking nothing at all.

I'm not ready
To get between your bedding,
Run hands up your leggings,
Just can't think anymore.

You can't levee,
Hand the phone to Eddie
Life is so upsetting,
You're the cause of it all.

I'm not ready,
How can you keep forgetting?
And act as if I'm letting
Your foot into the door.

I'm not ready,
Gotta call the medic,
Join the cognesceti,
Just can't think anymore.

I'm not ready
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
I'm not ready

I'm not ready,
Little Orphan Eddie
Up for going steady
With a house and a home

I moved to Frisco,
Fucked my next-door neighbor
Under the kitchen table,
Now I'm back at her door.

But I'm not ready
To get between her bedding,
Run hands up her leggings,
Just can't think anymore.

I'm not ready
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
I'm not ready.