DREAMVIOLENCE

by BAMBARA

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credits

released 30 April 2013

REID BATEH - VOCALS/GUITAR
BLAZE BATEH - DRUMS/VOCALS
WILLIAM BROOKSHIRE - BASS/VOCALS

RECORDED BY WILLIAM BROOKSHIRE
ADDITIONAL ENGINEERING ON 3,4, & 6 BY DREW VANDENBERG
MIXED BY BAMBARA
MASTERED BY JOEL HATSTAT

RECORDED IN OUR BASEMENT IN BUSHWICK, BROOKLYN FROM DECEMBER 2011-NOVEMBER 2012


REVIEWS FOR DREAMVIOLENCE:

"This oughta fuck up your sunny day. "Hawk Bones," from Athens, GA three-piece Bambara's debut LP Dreamviolence, comes on like a flash flood, swooping in outta nowhere to rain down three minutes of utter anguish [...] Peel back the skin on "Hawk Bones", and there's no end to the malevolence, from early Swans' back-basement seething to the dark triumphalism of stadium-goth [...] "Hawk Bones" isn't some piddly drizzle fit for dancing around in; you'd be wise to stay indoors and seek shelter where you can." - Pitchfork


"It's easy to mimic old influences; it's something else entirely to call on them in creating a sound that's progressive and completely new. [...] incredible blend of influences like Swans, early Nick Cave, and even Jesus Lizard into something that is truly their own." - VICE/NOISEY

"Lynchian, if Lynch were into hardcore." - Coke Machine Glow

"Complete, utter anguish has never sounded this good." - Tiny Mix Tapes

"As an entity, BAMBARA seem painfully aware of the other possibilities that dreams—and, by extension, our subconscious—hold. They set off to graph that internal terrain and have you take note that they are doing such by virtue of the fact that, for all its rough-and-tumble harshness, the music is cyclical, elliptical, and often otherworldly, its hills and valleys of a fabric composed of an interlacing of things heard and remembered from the real world above. Here, BAMBARA’s sound collage shtick finds conceptual purpose. And, here, BAMBARA’s edge and oily blackness lend “dreamy” a whole new wavelength, one that limns the erratic, volatile, and often frightening nature of our own mental and chemical whims. It wouldn’t be totally off to describe Dreamviolence as manic depressive." -Coke Machine Glow

"drone punk outfit BAMBARA honed their sound into the cathartic, implosive Dreamviolence. It's a record that tumbles end over end from quietly brooding valleys to intoxicating peaks such as this pleasant little tune "Nail Polish." […] "Quite simply put, "Nail Polish", as dark and intense as it gets, winds up being astounding by the tune's end." - Ad Hoc

"The title kinda says it all, hazy, angry, the recorded sounds of nightmare screams through a megaphone played on a handheld tape recorder via a loud PA. Equal parts Birthday Party, Lard, Pigface and AC Temple ensure a dark unrelenting ride through the darker parts of humanity but there are flickers of light and beauty through the destruction. The soundtrack for smashing car windows with bricks, the score for scoring, the sound of the car brakes that send your mouth all metallic. Bambara are all these things and more." - Mike Turner, Collapse Board

"the 13-track collection manages to contain BAMBARA’s stormy thrashing — all hollowed-out vocals, fits of distortion, and a rusty seesaw rhythm section — while leaving room for the Brooklyn-by-way-of-Athens, Georgia unit to rage so freely." - SPIN

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Track Name: All The Same
I have found a love that’s meant for me and I will break apart the same.

We’re all the same
We’re all the same

We’re all the same
We are the mesa

We’re all the same
we are the seam

We’re all the same
we’re all the same
Track Name: Bird Calls
Hey
I was the light
under your clothes that constantly glowed
But you
wore them anyway
just changed the shade
with each dress that you chose

Even now
If you were to die
and break the ground with your fall I’d dig a tunnel and crawl
Down to where
I could here you say
That death is a place
of white dresses and bird calls

People waiting for the train are asking for you by your name now I shake my head in a fragile daze. I’ll just catch the next one.
Track Name: Hawk Bones
Have you seen my baby
The one with teeth in her hair.
I'm not coming home now without her.

Have you seen my baby Never seen your baby.
The one with holes in her eyes. She's not inside.
I'm not coming home now
She's not coming home now.
without her.
Have you seen my baby Never seen your baby.
She's as hollow as hawk bones. I don't know.
I'm not coming home now
She's not coming home now.
without her.
Track Name: Nail Polish
When you said your hands look like your father’s
I knew you meant without the red nail polish.
Back there before it all started
I’d never seen that look in your eyes.

Now I see it all around
In the birds scattered on the ground
with twitching wings
but they’re still singing

The sheets stained just like inkblots but you were so calm then
Back there in my old apartment
where the moths that ate my clothes
smelled just like your perfume
Back to the place where it started
the sky was pink and red like your old man’s head
coughing up a lung when I met you
In the freezing rain and you noticed our teeth
chattering at the same beat.

Now I see it all around
in the phones scattered on the ground
and I’ll dance dreary to the sound
up until
they stop ringing
Track Name: Train Daze
On the train the people screech along.
A girl with her father's feet is standing up.
I break her skinny arm into a "z"
She holds it above her head,
waits for the flash and blinks.

The man next to me is shaped just like a dog.
He's asking me which stop I'm getting off.
I growl into his pointed ear.
He crawls away on all fours
in tears.

I focus on the scratch marks on my back
to keep my fragile daze in tact.
Track Name: Bar
There were people at the bar where I was born
but I don’t know them anymore.
You were the image in my head when I was born.
While they folded into each others mouths
dropping stained teeth on the floor.

Then, I saw you in the park when I was four.
You burned like a cathedral door.
I went back to where you stood, when I was five,
all the trees leaned into windows now.
Dripping stained glass in my eyes.

Then, you touched me on the arm when I was nine.
My fingernails cracked with colored lines.
And I used that hand to write until I died
you walked me back into the bar
each new hair dancing with lice.
Track Name: Divine Teeth
Divine teeth
sit loose in her open mouth.
All nine gleam.
She’s given the others out.

All those divine teeth
she throws at the wall like dice
and then she smiles sweet
like someone who’s won a fight.

She reminds me:
“This is the stained glass life.”

Is she blonde when she dreams Or a baby
who is teething under the snow
Track Name: Breaker
They dragged her out by her hair.
Well I only saw them when they
moved through the stained glass light.
Their faces broke into colors and shapes
Their faces broke into colors and shapes

When they dragged her out through the doorway
I saw her face break too
into the same cracked colors that they wore.
Their patterns moved on her like restless tattoos

Pulled a blonde hair out of my comb and
all I remember of my baby's face
is moving colors and those jagged shapes
moving colors and those jagged shapes
Track Name: Disappear
You looked so clear to me then
with the Christmas lights on.

"When we disappear" you said
"we'll be better off."

"When we disappear
our hands will stop."