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Vintage Smell

by KITIMOTO

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Bats! 02:41
Great lake got the water Could make a man cry Dusty city, dirty daughter Draggin' words on the sky The you that is gentle The you that is kind The snake that smiles While the rattle's behind There is no right way Inclement weather Guns in hand Stomp out the desert And pray to the sand There's no one around We're burnin' it down There is no right way Just the act of living Shortens yer life Give it to me straight At a crooked price Let there be light
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Mexico 05:10
Wake up Hit the wall Memories Of spring and fall Summer's just one long day Wake down Hit the floor Gone to see The commodore She don't see the problem at sea You won't see me come around You gotta radio, mama, Tell her I ain't comin' home Lampshade On yer head Freeway Through yer bed Pain don't stop til yer dead Pissing In the alley Photos Dreams and jelly Makin' light, of makin' a light You wanna see me come around? You gotta radio, mama, Tell her I ain't comin' home (Probably not! ) You're always around! You're always a square! (haha!)
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Fall in space Neutron smile lines we paint Glorious sleep A little less time to spend with yourself In the air conditioned nightmare Dreamin' of the fire Free embrace reality It sounds like somethin' that don't mean nothin' at all Reading the lamb's horizon eyes Sink in the sunset The hero died singing the spring only in jest Caryatid cough scare Sirens in my eyes Deafened by the black screams Yes, it sounds like somethin' that don't mean nothin' at all Breakin' in the back seat Sirens in my eyes Station's full of bad dreams Yes, it sounds like somethin' that don't mean nothin' at all Sounds like nothin' but it could mean somethin' to us all
4.
Fell in love with my best friend wearin' my 557 I got a long way to go in these tattered clothes Low light feedin' yer skin Imagine yer perfect again With my best intentions from my last attempt So I'm goin' home, then with new glass eyes I'm not for knowin' this big surprise Boy don't wanna be ousted Had one chance and you lost it A lonesome sight has got me tonight So I'm goin' home, then with new glass eyes I'm not for knowin' this big surprise The door is open I'm getting out alive
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Seventy 02:54
Have you seen the man who comes out here to hear? Once a week, to the flies, he feeds himself At the scene, he pours the ambrosia To the teeth, al dente precision! The nature scenethe man is pretty loose And nature-ly he speaks to Mama Goose 17, a ripe old age 70, asleep on the mesa
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Waltz on Air 03:06
Covered in sugar draggin' nuisance in with pots and their pans making rain dance racketrain dance racketto conjure open HIS MOUTH All the kids traipse in with names on their skin They got their heads in their hands, they got legs of quicksand, while he waltzes on air Yes, he waltzed on air, as the joy dripped from OUR EYES All the soldiers march in with their new pigskin they sing, come down from the ceiling! come down from the ceiling! We're gonna string you up WIDE and feed you a FIRE and spread you like sparks o'er the rest of THE lambs!
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Semaphore 05:01
I don't really know what's coming off Heart is sucked into a soda straw There goes life I don't really wanna try so much Here, I'm leaning on my constant crutch There goes life There goes I I don't really wanna lie no more Silly Sara with her semaphore Oh, alright I don't really wanna die no more Love is drippin' through this open sore Oh, alright Oh, alright Are you ready to run? This case is tighter than an angel's gash Reading signals in the smoke and ash Oh, alright Still searchin' for that vintage smell At the roads ringing Satan's bell Oh, alright Oh, alright Are you ready to run?
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How do you keep wilting in air, while your eyes are writhing? Let's go for a ride How do you keep straight as an arrow? The jive's alive but it's on its side Are we right? Are we right in dear god's eyes? Are we kind? Are we kind to our dogs and wives? ...How do you do? How do you sleep dreaming of hedgerows burnt down on your way uptown? Meet here Roger Fuck-by-the-navel His eyes are lies and modern art just died Are we rhymes? Are we rhymes in dear god's eyes? Are we kind? Are we kind enough to decide? ...How do you do? ...How do you do? ...How?
9.
Time Saved 03:42
We all know it takes one to know one. I say, that's time saved No one ever seems to get the notion . Why waste, this time saved? We're already wet, it's a joke! It takes a lot to give a little. Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone can see through one another I say, that's time saved If it isn't one thing it's another Why waste, this time saved? We're already dead, it's a joke! It takes a lot to live a little Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone is dead No one is aroused Everybody needs to take their number I say, that's time saved Why must we disturb our mother's slumber? Why wait? It's time saved! We're already dead, it's a joke! It takes a lot to live a little Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone is dead No one is aroused
10.
Lapid 05:24
We all know it takes one to know one. I say, that's time saved No one ever seems to get the notion . Why waste, this time saved? We're already wet, it's a joke! It takes a lot to give a little. Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone can see through one another I say, that's time saved If it isn't one thing it's another Why waste, this time saved? We're already dead, it's a joke! It takes a lot to live a little Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone is dead No one is aroused Everybody needs to take their number I say, that's time saved Why must we disturb our mother's slumber? Why wait? It's time saved! We're already dead, it's a joke! It takes a lot to live a little Everyone is dead No one is around Everyone is dead No one is aroused

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For fans of Built to Spill, Fontaines D.C., Love as Laughter, Parquet Courts, Pavement, The Pixies, Sebadoh, Spoon, Superchunk, Tapes 'N Tapes, Velvet Underground

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Though Vintage Smell is the debut album by the Phoenix based indie rock quartet KITIMOTO, the record is the result of decades of slow growth and metamorphosis. It’s akin to the kind of steady evolution band leader Jon Douglas (A Technicolor Yawn) charts in his work as a biologist: KITIMOTO may technically be a new group, but in reality it’s the latest in a long series of projects its members have tinkered with since first meeting in the Arizona DIY art-punk scene more than 15 years ago.

Backed by bassist Zane Gillum, drummer Cavan Noone, and guitarist Jason P. Woodbury, KITIMOTO finds Douglas reaching deep into his songbook, gathering up compositions he’s woodshedded since the early 2000s in the Chicago rock scene, and pairing them with newly written works. The resulting record is one that collapses time, drawing on ‘60s counterculture, classic ‘70s singer/songwriter work, ’80s alterna-pop, ‘90s indie rock, and a wealth of naturalistic and vividly comic imagery drawn from various moments in Douglas’ own autobiography.

Recorded live to two-inch tape in late 2020 and early 2021 at Oracle Recording at Rancho Linda Vista by producer Austin Z. Owen (Los Puchos, Slow Moses), Vintage Smell was mastered by Brian J. Sulpizio, known for his work with Ryley Walker and Health & Beauty—of which Douglas was once a member. Located in the remote desert town of Oracle, the studio sits at the heart of a ranch established in 1910, which eventually became home to an intentional community founded in 1968 by artist Charles Littler. In its original dude ranch incarnation, it hosted stars like George Sanders, Gary Cooper, and Rita Hayworth, and was the place Andy Warhol chose to shoot his X-rated western, Lonesome Cowboys, which baffled the locals.

On songs like “Mexico” and “How Do You Keep,” dueling guitars lock into heated conversation Television-style, veering into “indie jam” territory, while “Time Saved” finds the foursome chugging on Blue Album-style crunch rock. Elsewhere, Douglas indulges his soft side with the country soul ballad “Get Out Alive” and the vivid psychedelic pop of “Semaphore,” which leans into samba rhythms and Mellotron swirls.

Though hardly a “desert rock” album in the traditional sense, the remote space of Rancho Linda Vista proved the perfect place to capture these songs, which range from the charging punk of “Bats!”, which implores the listener to “pray to the sand,” Though hardly a “desert rock” album in the traditional sense, the remote space of Rancho Linda Vista proved the perfect place to capture these songs, which range from the charging punk of “Bats!”, which implores the listener to “pray to the sand,” to the future facing “Seventy,” its fuzzy guitars nodding to the band’s combined love for Pavement and oversized riffs.

Throughout it all, Douglas facilitates between low key cool and singing these songs like his life depends on them, folding his oblique wordplay into hooky melodies over intricate rhythms and easy grooves alike. It's a testament to the gradual pace of evolution. Douglas and KITIMOTO may have only spent a few weekends in the desert recording, but these songs carry the weight of years spent shaping and refining.

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released June 24, 2022

Fort Lowell Records
FLR044

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KITIMOTO is:
Jonathan Marion Douglas – Guitars, Vocals, & Keys
Zane Gillum – Bass
Cavan Noone – Drums, Percussion
Jason Woodbury – Guitars, Vocals

Recorded by Austin Z. Owen
Production aided by Cougar
El Rancho Linda Vista, Oracle, Arizona

Mastered by Brian J. Sulpizio

All songs written by Jonathan Marion Douglas and KITIMOTO

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