Object Permanence

by Mutts

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1.
03:00
I made my way back home from Each New Place I've seen so many things - and they're still stuck on my face I ain't gonna lie I've changed, but what is there to do? I just want my coffee, my paper, my lover, my dreams and my home teams, my brothers and mother, my car, corner bar, tree-lined avenue, but they've all changed too... I read the headlines in the look on your face nevermind those pundits with their politics they don't want us keeping pace sensationalize, divide and inflate the bottom line it appears I've arrived just in time There's no one left around who gives a damn about us so I'm gonna burn it down with your permission, of course Show me tha birth certificate! We'll put your change in a tourniquet We're all gonna be slaves to the Chinese with VPs on reality TV the rent's too Goddamn high you must show us your soul to fly can we profit on "eye for an eye?" Why yes! There's no one left around who gives a damn about us so I'm gonna burn it down with your permission, of course How do we look out there planet Mars? Soon enough you will be all ours. This love, it's grand. This love, it's gay. This love destroys all in it's way. Now there's no one left around who gives a damn about us... There's no one left around who gives a damn about us so I'm gonna burn it down with your permission, of course.
2.
02:10
Every time I open my eyes I see an eagle with its talons around a Mother Goose's throat And every time I open my mouth, you shove a pistol down - no matter how I try to chew I choke. But life is easy oh-so-breezy walk in the park for you You can't afford the bus, but you can't get mugged with no loot. Every time I close my eyes I see my city shrinkin' while the neon swan's gone streakin' from the shore And every time I take a lick, I stand right up and have a sip, and kick that rusty can on down the road. But life is easy oh-so-breezy walk in the park for you You can't afford the bus, but you can't get mugged with no loot.
3.
02:22
Freakin' in the fallout on 1,000 nations no one realizes it's a new persuasion throwing out the baby with the passifier can't see the burning bush for the goddam fire Foundations of an institution cracked by abrasions now called illusions bound up tight by big white lies while cameras get loose under thatchwork skies Stick of dynamite in the Rose Garden a found fallic fossil I suppose is guardin' arcane arches strong and true well come on help me light that fuse Someone gonna try to pick your pocket everywhere you go it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on they're gonna try to pick your pocket everywhere you go it don't mean you gotta stay home. Bombs goin' off like car alarms no one pays attention - we've been disarmed white noise gettin' louder and louder it's all evolution and pulpit pollution Mama's in the grocery pickin' clovers tryin' to rewind all the lies we've told her back to the pasture, little white dress plantin' the seed to her big white stress Eyes in my head back - picture my feel hot coal footsteps burn and peel Ember blankets, hot for days, so why you wanna sit and stay? Someone gonna try to pick your pocket everywhere you go it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on they're gonna try to pick your pocket everywhere you go it don't mean you gotta stay home.
4.
If it's hot it'll sell With whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves if it's hot it'll move if it's hot it'll move Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha Getcha getcha one, getcha two I've heard it all before and I'll hear it again If you wanna make it HOT you gonna need me as your friend I'll save you some time, do you really wanna make it? Well if it ain't HOT just fake it If it's hot it'll sell, if it's hot it'll sell with whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves if it's hot it'll move, word dances through two lips that'll woo 'til there's naught left to do STEP RIGHT UP Baby, you could shit gold STEP RIGHT UP But I can see you're ice cold STEP RIGHT UP We'll have you smiling endlessly, but baby come with me 'cause first we gotta fix them teeth All your dreams will come true, there'll be no more wishin' There's still much to do, and I can smell my commission There's no time for practice let's get you in the game 'Cause there ain't nothing to fame but fame If it's hot it'll sell, if it's hot it'll sell with whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves if it's hot it'll move, word dances through two lips that'll woo 'til there's naught left to do If it's hot it'll sell, if not - well oh well give it whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves If it's hot it'll move; you can always improve burn cash as your fuel on a product that's cool if it's hot it'll sell...
5.
04:51
My God it's late, honey where you been? Before she could lie, it's already forgiven It's written so plainly in her eyes I've read this before - it always ends in her smile She never loved me but she never tried And he never lover her until she was mine It ain't my fault my heart is so hard it's covered in bruises and battle scars; these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter. Yeah, well it ain't my fault is such a stupid phrase usually said by the one who's to blame I step in the ring and I let down my gloves I'm throwing the fight 'cause I think I'm in love. Her pillow's cold, even colder than before she called out a name I couldn't ignore. Maybe with time, growing up will prove to be the difference between experienced and used. She doesn't love me but i wish she would try just thinking 'bout leaving is making me tired. It ain't my fault my heart is so hard it's covered in bruises and battlescars; these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter. Yeah, well it ain't my fault is such a stupid phrase usually said by the one who's to blame I step in the ring and I let down my gloves I'm throwing the fight now isn't that love? It ain't my fault my heart is so hard it's covered in bruises and battle scars; these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter. Yeah, well it ain't my fault is such a stupid phrase soon as it's said, well I know i'm to blame I step in the ring and I let down my gloves I've thrown every fight when I think I'm in love.
6.
03:38
Folks, let your babies sing out of tune. And don't think we're crazy to howl at the moon. For once in awhile Mom's favorite child strays from the rest doing his best. The night hands us over, spent like loose change. And quickly forgotten - a nightly mistake whose lessons go on unlearned, strangely assured of our only worth we're kicked to the curb. When the night hands us over, spent like loose change, we wake up. Wake up. Folks, let your babies sing out of tune. I don't think we're crazy, you know you howled at the moon, too. These days where we live it's anything but an address; we're only doing our best.
7.
I'm in a marriage of convenience with Jebus We are one deep down in my heart but not legally so, because down here you know we're keepin' all the faggots apart. I impart the Good Book from its shelf of course, the Good Word needs our help, 'cause it's wrong to love a man as you love yourself... If you don't win 'em all you don't win at all If you settle for pick and choose, honey you just lose But if you pray like a vigilante well welcome to my country grab your cross grab your gun and do as you please. I'm in a marriage of convenience with Jebus his love I bring forth every day like saints in Hum-Vs at home and overseas His message on each word I say Our Father who art upon high for our sins you sent your son to die and if you would execute - than why wouldn't I? If you don't win 'em all you don't win at all If you settle for pick and choose, honey you just lose But if you pray like a vigilante well welcome to my country grab your cross grab your gun and do as you please.
8.
03:47
She cries each time I see her wants to know how much I need her it's not enough to know that I'm in love No smile for me to forget left my heart out on her doorstep I need to need someone. As I emptied my pockets she left me with my thoughts. Back to her same bottle of pills to finally take hers off. I am never jealous. She is always concerned. Over a flame rose petals burn all the same. I've got a girl all wrapped up in misery she's stuck on me, at least that's all it seems to be. She calls it love, but I don't know what it means to me. Feels more like a love song out of tune. Some time after I departed, that's when I lost my nerve. Feeling that strange need to be blamed, I returned. I've got a girl all wrapped up in misery. She's stuck on me, at least that's all it seems to be. She calls it love, but I don't know what it means to me. Feels more like a love song out of tune.
9.
When I was 17 my Ma said, "Boy, you don't listen to me." I said I know Mama, I know. Now I'm 29 and I say I been there 'cause I done my time and now I know... but what do I really know? When I see a clear blue sky it brings peace to my blue mind and it's all I own. To my clear blue sky I know the clouds will roll in time This much I know - by now, I know that what do I really own? Looks like I may never see the rain looks like this may be the day that good sunshine's gonna stay but each time I know I'll change my mind each time. When I was just 17 my Ma said "Boy, you should listen to me" Now I know. Mama, now I know that what did I really know, and what can I ever know?
10.
04:31
You left my house, locked my lock, set me key underneath a rock, and drove away. With no goodbye, no parting note... just one cold stone like my hardened heart meant to be alone and hide away what lets you inside. Well down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain Put it in the Earth's all that I can do I gotta bury you. With our last cork Woodford Reserve the presents don't last and in the past they hurt; one and the same, now they're one and the same. Because the dishes don't need washing, the bed's always half-made, there's nothing in the laundry I need less day What to do... Down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain Put it in the Earth's all that I can do I gotta bury you. I see you standing by the side of the road looking for somewhere to go far away from me I see you standing by the side of the road but you'll never know what you did to me. So down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain Put it in the Earth's all that I can do I gotta bury you. Down into the earth though the love had set me free cover it with dirt now it's dead to me I gotta bury you. All I need to know Mother, Daughter and Holy Ghost tell me I can change.
11.
04:38
Lost at sea in her stormy company yeah, but she's the only motion I got. Somehow I still feel like an island although my baby's got me landlocked. Unfulfilling is love without sin, unfulfilled is a lust fueled by gin. But every moment in a love hung over is better than alone in sober. Uncivilized, you're stepping on the sun whenever it shines in my sky. Oh, but I need you. You're just like the rain on soil too dry; I have to have you. You're so uncivilized... When I feel it's a morning to mend she's left a train ticket on the counter again. I take a step - but a pawn to a queen - when she says she might be leaving on the 3:19. I heard it in the morning, heard it 'round 2... I heard it from her mother, now I know that we're through. But in the evening skin aglow in silhouette... she's beauty like a storm after a day bathed in sweat.

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On the 3rd Mutts LP, the gritty trio from Chicago sheds amplification and goes clean. This risky move just makes sense for a band that wasn’t easily categorized to begin with.

The album quickly climbed the CMJ Top 200, becoming their third independent release to chart in just 2 years. Mutts supported the album with appearances on Daytrotter, national TV, independent and commercial radio, and over 150 tour dates including Midpoint Music Fest (Cincinnati), Do Division Fest (Chicago), Mile of Music Fest (Appleton), Muncie Music Fest (Muncie) opening for Murder by Death, Maps & Atlases, Phox, Dax Riggs, Company of Thieves and more.

Reviews:

The Big Takeover Magazine
Object is front-loaded with the band's bread and butter: four rollicking New Orleans barrelhouse blues/R&B and ragtime numbers. Early-going ditties like the jaunty, drunken sing-along "No One Left" and the carnival-like romp "If It's Hot It'll Sell" – a poke at mindless consumerism – showcase Maimone's phlegm-expelling, larynx-shredding, propane-gargling howl and sprightly, deep-toned piano/organ playing (he's joined on "If It's Hot" by Lying Delilah's soulful vocalist Jodi Rosenthal).
The album unexpectedly shifts gears from there, adopting a relaxed, late-night smoke-filled jazz/lounge ambience for most of its final two-thirds. The stunning, sentimental standout “Prizefighter” is indeed a prize, finding the hardened Maimone reluctantly absolving a straying girlfriend. On it, his still-hoarse, yet suddenly heartbreaking voice and gorgeous piano melody is accentuated by Hemmingbirds leader Yoo Soo Kim’s sad, swelling viola. - Mark Suppanz

Nashville Scene Magazine
Chicago trio Mutts' nimble, funky rhythm section, with Bob Buckstaff on the low notes and Chris Pagnani behind the kit, would be entertaining to watch on its own, but throw in growling, keyboard-wielding frontman Mike Maimone, and you've got a monster on your hands.
Object Permanence sees them unplugging their amps and digging into their jazz and blues roots, with Buckstaff scaling back to an upright bass and Maimone focusing on grand piano and organ. Comparisons to Tom Waits are inevitable, but more than just approximating one of Waits' styles or inhabiting one of his many characters, the band members use their own skills and world-weariness to develop an original take starting from Maimone’s perspective, from the bouncing "If It's Hot It'll Sell" to the pointed New Orleans R&B number "Pray Like a Vigilante" to the smoke-wafting closer "Uncivilized." - Stephen Traseger

Daytrotter
Mutts lead singer Mike Maimone seems like a man who can go from resting, from sitting on the couch experiencing little to nothing, to suddenly having his brain and everything connected to it light up like the Las Vegas Strip, like all of the pull machines and marquees hitting jackpots... He goes from zero to a hundred quicker than most... He'll just throw that barroom piano over into the corner of the room and rowdily bang on it as the flames climb the walls and get into the ceiling, where they can really begin their engulfment.
Mutts music embraces the inner turmoil, the things that are striven for, the ways that we fall short, the ways we're let down, as well as the few things that spark us back onto the right track, even if those are the rare moments, the briefest of comebacks. - Sean Moeller

credits

released April 2, 2013

Produced by Mutts

Mike Maimone - Piano, B3 Organ, Vocals
Bob Buckstaff - Upright Bass
Chris Pagnani - Drums, Percussion

Recorded and Mixed by Manny Sanchez at the IV Lab
Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering

Photography by Jess Price

Featuring:
4 & 10: Jodi Rosenthal of Lying Delilah (lyingdelilah.com)
5 & 10: Yoo Soo Kim of Hemmingbirds (hemmingbirds.com)
1 & 8: Ben Babbitt of This is Cinema (vimeo.com/45698989)

All songs performed and arranged by Mutts
Words and Music by Mike Maimone (ASCAP)
except 2 Words by Maimone/Buckstaff
(p) 2012 Mile Too Far Music (ASCAP)
(c) 2012 Mutts Music, LLC

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