On Tour: Builders and the Butchers at Spaceland
The Builders and the Butchers are back in LA for another stint at Spaceland. I discovered this band about 2 years ago when they opened for Helio Sequence at the Detriot Bar of all places. They played an epic hour set that was complete with them passing out pots, pans, spoons, tambourines, etc to everyone in the crowd. I just love bands that invite the crowd to help out in developing the overall energy of an evening. At that show I picked up their only album at the time and subsequently listened to it for about two weeks straight in the car. Other of my friends became equally obsessed with it; in fact one of my friends used to call my work number and I was answer the phone in my cubicle to him singing their opening song at full blast in my ear. Awesome stuff. Now they have a new album which is part of this tour and I am very excited to hear it for the first time live.
Long story short. They are fun. It is cheap. We should go. Here is a video of them on the road the last time they were in town. Its pretty hilarious.
We are getting tickets at the show but here is who is going so far:
- Capt AKAK
- ALHP
- J WYA
- Ebee
- Capt Shabbin
- George Pants
- Jewels
July 15th, 2009 at 11:12 pm
here are some lyrics from my favorite song on their first album:
Bringin Home the Rain
blood-shot your eyes drop
and the skin’s all wearing thin
there’s no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
or the trouble that you’re in
you’re dancin’ with your demons baby
you forgot your former lie
and it was hard swimmin’ once
and now you’re daily divin’ in
and i’m bringin’ home the rain
there’s no supper on the table
and my feet are in the flame
i’m drying out again
all your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun
and the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun
and the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck
and pretty soon the weekdays are all the same
and i’m bringin’ home the rain
(i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table
(no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flame
i’m drying out again
i’m bringin’ home the rain
(i’m bringin’ home the rain)
a baby’s cryin’ in a cradle
(baby’s cryin’ in a cradle)
and my feet are in the flame
i’m drying out again
evil are the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you
and now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you drop
you’re evil as the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you
and now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you drop
you’re evil as the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you
but now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you when you
when you when your
blood-shot your eyes drop
and the skin’s all wearing thin
there’s no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
or the trouble that you’re in
you’re dancin’ with your demons baby
you forgot your former lie
and it was hard swimmin’ once
and now you’re daily divin’ in
and i’m bringin’ home the rain
(i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table
(no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flame
i’m drying out again
i’m bringin’ home the rain
(i’m bringin’ home the rain)
a baby’s cryin’ in a cradle
(baby’s cryin’ in a cradle)
and my feet are in the flame
i’m drying out again
and i’m bringin’ home the rain
(i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table
(no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flame
oh the ceiling’s closin’ in