Where All The Little Songs Go When They Die

Where All The Little Songs Go When They Die

Catalog #: AHE-05
Format: LP/CD/Digital
Release date: 2010

LP - $15 (Limited number back in stock)

CD: $7

1. Gold
2. Eating Diamonds
3. In the Jar7
4. The Burden of Sex
5. Soul Weight
6. Wrecked
7. Winter Pt.
8. In the Sea
9. Lullaby for a Whore
10. Avalon
11. The Ancients
12. Lorraine
13. Tropical Moon
14. The Gift
15. Winter Pt. 2
16. Little Lamb
17. The Things We Made
18. Where All the Little Songs Go When They Die

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Where All The Little Songs Go When They Die

AHE-05 PRUDENCE TEACUP – Where All The Little Songs Go When They Die – LP: $15 / CDR: $7

Prudence Teacup is the brain child of Alfra Martini. To listen to her debut album, Where All The Little Songs Go When They Die is to travel through an unnameable landscape filled with beautiful oddities. Throughout the album she dons many masks, each one a side to her multi-layered persona. Whether it be the coy cabaret singer, the woe-begone songstress, or the whimsical chanteuse, together they make up the complex character that is Prudence Teacup. Recorded over the span of 2006 in the confines of her bedroom in Brooklyn, Little Songs was made intuitively and without the ultimate goal of making an album. The title name reflects the sentiment in which the songs were made, once a song was finished it was swiftly put to pasture in the purgatory of a computer hard drive. It was only through the assurance of close friends that the songs were eventually released from limbo and into the light of day.

Little Songs is a song cycle rather than a traditional album. With most tracks below the two minute mark, songs tend to slide into each other, bringing to mind quirky pop statement albums such as The Beach Boys Smile or Tiny Tim’s God Bless Tiny Tim. Some of the tracks that made the final cut were originally sketches, created with the intent to lay down an idea before forgetting it, while others were pure experiments in sound that in time were sculpted into songs. The song “Lorraine” for example begins with a dream sequence where a character is heard talking to herself, pondering the menu at a restaurant. Eventually she breaks into a ditty about which meal to order, the Quiche Lorraine or the Crepe Suzette, and though innocent seeming, hints arise that it’s people and not actual food on the menu.

There is a genuine playfulness in the way Martini arranges her songs. The music isn’t labored over but rather laid out in a broad expressionistic style. Primitively plucked classical guitars ring out over layers of percussion and midi-instruments. Ghostly sounds envelope her voice, which she expertly layers with splendidly odd harmonies. As a producer she has a real ear for drama with the sounds she chooses, songs such as “Little Lamb” and “Wrecked” bring to mind the same pastoral space that Brian Eno conjures on albums like Another Green World. LP comes in a silk-screened jacket including 20 page illustrated lyric book. CDR comes in a silk-screened slip case including 20 page illustrated lyric book. Very limited!

PRESS: “I flash to a million bands/artists when Where All the Little Songs Go When They Die hits the needle. The Pierces; Cat Power; Nico; Niobe; Fovea Hex; Hearts Of Palm; Kria Brekkan; Beach House; Alela Diane … nothing comes close, people. Prudence Teacup won’t be everyone’s favorite beverage, but just a few of you will be hopelessly hooked. How can 150 strictly vinyl copies be enough? You just can’t put a number on touches like ghost-parlour piano, soft, aching vibrato, dead soul shakers, Ten In The Swear Jar, “you asshole” accordions, mentions of “jingle-jangle mornings,” spare, ominous soundscapes, and general melancholy. I love the way the songs last only as long as they have to, many of them just under a minute or so. No Milk-Eyed Mender-ing here. No elephants in the room. Just an art-sprawl full of Laurie Anderson and Eno, complete with a 20-page book full of Mount Eerie-esque visual ruminations on self and society. Never predictable, never static unless the crackle in the background demands it. Aural waterfalls, that sort of thing. She’s been ’round but she ain’t ashamed, to paraphrase.” -Grant Purdum (Tiny Mix Tapes)

“My favorite record so far this year…’The Gift’ sounds like a lost recording from the Lady in the Radiator. So haunting and beautiful.” -Caleb Braaten (Sacred Bones Records)

“Train dashes through tunnels in the barely fallen night, one drop, two drops, lights are flickering, landscape twinkles, uncertain, as if every city lights were taking themselves for a candle giving its last breath.” -DelicousScopitone