Quietus Volume Two

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“'Gainst the odds, Quietus Volume Two is farther out than the first, and prettier. G. Bankowski has added a female choir to the mix that reminds me (slightly) of the ladies of No Other. The arrangements push song structure to a limit I didn't know existed, yet the whole thing swings, stately and poised. The tonal palette encompasses post-punk, early-nineties "post-rock" (scare-quotes mandatory), and country-rock (but the country aspect is always implied and never spelled out in the chord changes or instrumentation (i.e., no fiddle or pedal steel)), and (vaguely) soul and gospel. Bright and lucid where you'd expect a thing such as this to be sleepy and stoned; it is nonetheless perfect if you are sleepy and stoned. No one else is making music like this. There is honest-to-god mystery in it and that's awfully rare these days.”

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released December 21, 2012

Music and lyrics by Geoffrey Bankowski
All songs arranged and performed by
Geoffrey Bankowski: guitar, vocals
Joseph Harms: lead guitar
Dorian Foerg: drums, microKORG
Christopher Santacroce: cello
Eric Cecil: guitar, bass, percussion

Joseph Wessling: bass
Elizabeth Barfield and Alejandra Joffroy: backing vocals
Nathanael Maynard: bass on 2, guitar
Aaron Black: trumpet
Produced by Geoffrey Bankowski.
Mixed by Geoffrey Bankowski, Joe Caravalho, and Gabe MG at Engine Room Audio, New York, NY. Photography and Design by GB and Aaron Black 2012

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"There is honest-to-god mystery in this and that's awfully rare these days."
-Whet Bull
Terminal Boredom

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Track Name: The Hunt for Rain
I been huntin' rain, she said.
I got cuts and a broken eye socket. I got a smile
no one deserves. I got stains on the inside
(like roadside berries been crushed).
Men, you should have been better.
Track Name: Three Is Confirmation
The first time she leaves you, don’t worry.
She just wants to see if you care.
Wait a good week, and then wade in the creek,
and shout her name in the air:
Oh, Sugar.

The next time she leaves you, it’s harder.
She means what she says in her eyes.
But it’s not to late
to learn it’s good works not faith
that raise you up on high.

The third time is trouble.
Track Name: Drawings of Horses
At eight, the muscles finally give way.
Drink twelve, I’m at the mouth of the cave.
Come with me, we’ll see just what has been
hollowed out of us.
We’ll give up words, make our noise
unto the dirt, release our gasps
unto the vaulted stone.

And all the bears that love to scrape your heart
will be gone by then.
And all the bears that love to scrape your heart
will be dead by then.

Sugar, I’m not in the hospital, I’m in the cave.
It was just too bright there, and everyone
was just too nice to me.
And I would rather your drawings of horses
be charcoaled on the wall of me.
And I would rather my red palm prints
be way up on the wall of you.
We’ll scent your skin with mandarin.
We’ll braid your hair.
So when morning light calls you back to him,
he won’t be able to tell that you slept there.

And all the bears that love to scrape your heart
are dead by now.
And all their skulls are calcified
and beautiful. And I will love you
in this privacy. I will love you
from this privacy.
Track Name: Yoga vs. Booze
All my stupid chairs are broken.
Because I got them off the curb.
Years ago and late into the night.
Waiting for you to come home.

The body itself must be changed
if the mind is to move beyond anxiety.
So here we go, babe, late into the night
with yoga and booze.

You’re going to need a brother
who loves you, doesn’t hit you,
doesn’t touch your girl.
You’re going to need a brother
who doesn’t mind when you’re happy
or far away from his kids.

All my stupid chairs are broken
and I’m still waiting for you to come home.
Track Name: Such Good Friends
I made such good friends with the soreness in my neck.
I made such good friends with the cuts in my dumb mouth.
I made such good friends with not talking for days.
I made such good friends with Buffalo manhattans.
It’s so hard to leave them for you.

I made such good friends with the lump in my throat.
I made such good friends with the empty desk in my head.
I made such good friends with the blood on my left hand.
I made such good friends with nowhere to go
that it’s difficult to say goodbye to them.

But I want to say hello to you.