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White Hot Moon

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Ann Arbor’s Pity Sex built the world of White Hot Moon, their second album, inch-by-inch. The band is using the foundation of 2013’s celebrated Feast of Love as the framework for something bigger, stronger, and altogether more monumental. Coming off of tours with Ceremony, Eskimeaux, and Colleen Green—in- cluding a run in Australia—the band dove into the studio with Feast of Love producer Will Yip to harness that momentum into an album to showcase Pity Sex’s growth. And if White Hot Moon wears its ambition on its sleeve, that’s by design: the band looked to wide-screen albums by Yo La Tengo and Sonic Youth for inspiration in finding a bigger sound. That shows: Drake and Greaves spin huge webs of sound, anchored in shoegaze but branching off in a dozen directions, from fuzzed-out power-pop (“Bonhomie”) to shimmering balladry (“Dandelion”) and back again, while St. Charles and Pierce lock into step subtly counterintuitive rhythms and floor-shaking low-end. The result of this playful but dedicated approach to their craft: wherever you visit White Hot Moon, you’ll come away refreshed, revitalized, and ready for Pity Sex to guide you along the rest of the trip.

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released April 29, 2016

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Track Name: A Satisfactory World For Reasonable People
Saw you dancing on TV. Lick the glass. You notice me? I’m in bed with my touch screen. Extra bright and extra clean. Breath in. Aluminum smell of skin. Leaving. I don’t like the world wherein... Meet me underneath the white hot din. Easy. Nothing matters in a dream. I mark my path with grease. A fine imprint of me. You’re stuck between my teeth. Butterscotch memory. Mint leaf, I haven’t washed you off all week. Freezing. There’s a space for you beneath... Tease me. I won’t tell them that you’re sweet. Easy, nothing matters in a dream. Dancing in a dream.
Track Name: Burden You
I wanna burden you. I wanna burn in you. Weeks are more fleeting than spring. Somehow my days keep draggin'. I want your summers salty skin. Without yours, mine is wearing thin. I Carved your name into a tree. It scarred the same as it did me. Follow me home between my sheets and mend the burden in me. And I want you. But I don’t want to. I’ll never say I loved you. Because you know I still do. I’ll always think of your lips. When I’m movin' mine against his. I wanna know I wanna know. That I’m burning in your mind also. Don’t let me go don’t let me go. I’m your burden--you’re mine to swallow. I wanna burden you. I wanna burn in you. I wanna burden you. I wanna burn in you. And I want you. But I don’t want to. I’ll never say I loved you. Because you know I still do. I’ll always think of your lips. When I’m movin' mine against his. I wanna know I wanna know. That I’m burning in your mind also. Don’t let me go don’t let me go. I’m your burden-- You’re mine to swallow.
Track Name: Bonhomie
8am is stifling. Re-acclimate to human. Alien ways left flittering behind. Eyes rolled to the sky. Sex pulled to the sky. Fears told to the sky. Had a dream you dissect me, strip me down, make sure I’m clean, but I feel unclean. Rubber gloves round my skull base. Peel the skin back. Reshape my face. You say I look better this way. You’re in my head and you won’t go. Outer space for you. Moon’s got a face for you. A white hot blank for you, so go. Electric tape for you. Bound arms and legs for you. I’d waste away for you, so go. You love me. You love me not. I can’t bear another boring night. You disgust me. You disrupt my every thought. I bleach my head of you. My little worm, divide in two. You want me, now stop. You want me, now stop. You love me. You love me not. I can’t bear another boring night. You disgust me. You disrupt my every thought and I want you gone.
Track Name: September
September. I'd give my life if it would last forever. Do you remember. walking with me down Cherry Street. Red stained fingers. And red stained teeth looking for mulberries. Branches still green. You pulled one down so that I could reach. The end of summer's heat. You are September to me. Before the autumn leaves. You are my sun and my breeze. Swallowed in reverie. You are my fondest memories. Always pulling back at me. You are the earth beneath my feet. All of August kept me waiting. And October I spent aching. September. I'll live my life cause it won't last forever. Always remember. Your blue-green eyes and charming chipped front teeth. And though it’s too brief. I wanna know you’re coming back to me. Longing for your relief. Cause you’re the one I know that I can’t keep. The end of summer's heat. You are September to me. Before the autumn leaves. You are my sun and my breeze. Swallowed by reverie. You are my fondest memories. Always pulling back at me. You are the earth beneath my feet.
Track Name: What Might Soothe You
White hot stone, waiting in the sky. You’re a big big drip of light. When you go will you say goodbye? I’ve got big big lips tonight. Black hair, enfold me. We could rent a room in all the range between. Stoop to hold me. Know what soothe means. Boundless beauty. Always burning. I’ll pull you down, where there’s no one else around. Baby, you’re skyward gazing. Did I wake you up? Did I make your nose bleed? Can you feel my touch? Do you think I’m lovely? Black cat howling at the warm spots on my hand. Sense my heat. Slink through my feet. You’re wild and you’re sweet. You stay when you leave. There’s a big light, always burning. There’s a long night, full of yearning. There’s a big weight, always growing. There’s the day break, I’ll be going. I’ll pull you down, where there’s no one else around.
Track Name: Plum
My mother loved the summer. But not for the weather. She loved the midseason plums. June, July, August sweet ones. My father kept them plenty. Always stocked in our pantry. Some ripe and some well past peak. 'Till she was too sick to eat. Still at my childhood home. The only home that I’ve known. I spent her last few weeks there. Watching her fade and wither. I know what I should have done. I should have buried those plums. Somewhere they wouldn’t be found. Let them turn pits in the ground. So he wouldn’t have to watch them wilt too. Cause My mother died in mid-June. And I knew, oh I knew. He couldn’t look at the fruit. No he would just let them prune. My mother died in mid-June. And I knew, oh I knew. That day my father died too.
Track Name: Nothing Rips Through Me
Today. Today. I imagined your face. Flecked with rose. The first of spring. Freckled nose. “Pathos of things.” I’m okay. Nothing rips through me, like you and the Lemonheads. Worn computer screen, cybernetic atrophy. Staring back at me, someone I can’t reach. Forever. Digital ring, doesn’t fit me. Not big enough. I’ve got big needs. My own Vermont, lovely in spring. I’ll never know. “Pathos of things.” I’m okay.
Track Name: Orange and Red
You’ve never known the April thaw. You won’t be around when the leaves turn. Orange and red again. You say it’s not worth feeling. And you’re not lacking reasons. I can’t help California dreamin'. You’ve never seen the ice melt. Revealing salt soaked asphalt. You’ve never seen it hanging. Heavy on weathered pine trees. You say it’s not worth feeling. And you’re not lacking reasons. I wanna be one of your seasons. I’ll follow you if you follow me too. I’ll follow you if you follow me too. You’ll be my summer and spring. Promise to love our routine. Won’t be swayed by another’s novelty. And though I’m sometimes fleeting. You’re the only one that I see. And your eyes will always meet mine beaming. I’ll follow you if you follow me too. I’ll follow you if you follow me too.
Track Name: Dandelion
I've made my peace with the dandelions in my yard. Wasted the month of May out on the lawn pulling weeds. Bruised knees and sunburnt cheeks. Blanket of green so brief. To share with nobody. Alone, the colors really bleak. And I miss you. I'll leave my body buried under the soil and let weeds grow over it. Let roots run through me like veins, ventricles and arteries. I've made my peace with the dandelions in my yard. Calm cheeks--knees pristine.I find the yellow beautiful. Why can’t you make your peace with me? Why can’t you just appease me? Why can’t you make your peace with me? Why can’t you just release me?
Track Name: White Hot Moon
Stumbling around with my thorn of crowns. King of clichéd songs. King of ‘Lost and Found.’ Water Hill swirling above me. “Go to sleep son, don’t be ugly.” White hot moon, why don’t you love me? “You’ll feel better in the morning.” Wire dog, be my companion. “Leave him be, he has no master.” Wire dog’s a good boy. We’ll run together. We’ll blend together. We’ll run together, but we won’t stay. Black mold grows so nice and easy. “I will creep inside your body.” Left the shower on all evening. “Inundate the air you’re breathing.” Black mold, keep me company. “I will never let you leave.” I am not. a good boy. We’ll run together. We’ll blend together. We’ll run together, but we won’t stay.
Track Name: Pin A Star
Have I been good. Have I been strong. Pin a star. Won’t take long. Time can be so cruel. Steal my youth. Soothe my wounds. Don’t waste you time. Cause it won’t wait for you. Take time with me. Cause I don’t wanna be alone. All alone.
Track Name: Wappen Beggars
There’s a beggar inside me. Little man with little dreams. There’s a beggar inside me. Hypomanic beauty queen. There’s a beggar inside me. Watch him pout, watch him scream. Your eyes are on me. Your eyes are on me now. Give me twice as much of you. Give me twice as much of everything. Silken love. Satin getaway. Don’t we look good? Don’t we feel great? Silken love, hanging over me. You wear me smooth. Soft smothering. When I feel good don’t you feel good? If you fall asleep in my hand, bless your pretty soul. It’s a thousand sighs ‘til morning comes. If you stay with me all weekend, bless your pretty soul. It’s too long a time to be alone. Silken love. Satin getaway. Don’t we look good. Don’t we feel great. Silken love, hanging over me. You wear me smooth. Soft smothering. There’s a beggar inside me. A little man with little dreams. There’s a beggar inside me. Hypomanic beauty queen. There’s a beggar inside me. Watch him pout. Watch him scream.