Interstate Medicine is Radio Nowhere’s debut release – nine tracks of alternative pop/rock music that roll out like a weekend roadtrip in your older brother’s Camaro. If you’re looking for the perfect soundtrack for a summer drive from San Francisco to Vegas, this album will get you there (at least as far as Turlock, anyway).
Days Between Stations is the first EP from Radio Nowhere – four pop rock songs that reference everyone from Pete Townshend to Beck to Leonard Cohen to my 4th grade music teacher. Loud guitars, people singing, weird noises = okay!
Under Strange Skies is the latest EP from Radio Nowhere – four songs that run the gamut from dark, reflective tabla ballad to driving piano bounce to sociopathic bossa nova – you know, the usual.
black horn blowin in the summer heat
they’re trimmin’ the lamps down on Frenchman street
some chariot is swingin’ low tonight
polish your shoes / cut off your hair
don’t you take too long sayin’ your prayers
praise the lord / thank the devil for the second sight
oh but here come the spyboy / takin’ his time
ain’t no hurry to the end of the line
seven black horses in mother of pearl
turn the corner to the end of the world
out in the fields, in the sugarcane
there’s too many good people prayin’ for rain
so all you sinners help me drink this dry
levee is broke / i don’t know where
but the old man is rolling through congo square
he come for you and then he’s comin’ for mine
oh but here come the spyboy / takin’ his time
ain’t no hurry to the end of the line
seven black horses in mother of pearl
turn the corner to the end of the world
oh but here come the spyboy / takin’ his time
ain’t no hurry to the end of the line
seven black horses in mother of pearl
turn the corner to the uh. One Two, I said
oh but here come the spyboy / takin’ his time
callin’ Cuba Libre with Bacardi & Lime
here come the spyboy / breakin’ it down
just grab what you can carry better get out of town / all right
here come the spyboy / whaddya know?
he’s comin for his people and he’s lettin em go
here he come now coming over the hill
shotgun rider in yo mama’s devillle
city of darkness / town of the damned
radio say we goin down with all hands
riverboat gambler / you better believe
dealin off the bottom / got your card up his sleeve
here come the water / yes it’s thicker than blood
all the way from Memphis I been riding the flood