Fruit Bats – The Landfill - Hummingbird Sage Splatter Vinyl - LP

The midwest, particularly the part of the midwest Eric D. Johnson hails from, is a largely flatexpanse. Zipping through it on the highway, you'll see cities and towns rise up in the distance,but blink and you'll miss other man-made rejoinders to horizontal living dotting the landscape,hill after hill, built from the refuse of the past: landfills. Some of these hills make for greatsledding spots, parks, and trails. Others turn organic waste into compost. The Landfill issomething else entirely: a mountain dominating the landscape of Johnson's heart.  

Over the course of his now 25-year career under the Fruit Bats moniker, most of Eric D.Johnson's output has been the product of patience and fine-tuning. His songs, to borrow aphrase, are slow growers, given life on albums that encompass long stretches of time andmemory. Baby Man changed that - he disallowed himself from referring to material he'dbeen working on before laying the album down, utilizing the morning pages technique ofstream-of-consciousness, observational songwriting which flowed directly into his afternoonrecording sessions. It was both a breathtaking document of Johnson's skill as a singer-songwriter and an unvarnished account of the two weeks in which he recorded the album.Baby Man's closeness to Johnson's heart and the close attention to his voice and instrument it'sminimalist-maximalist ethos required uncorked something in him as he wrote towards a newfull band effort.  

1. The Saddest Part of the Song
2. All Wounds
3. Think Aboutcha
4. That Goddamn Sun
5. Silverfish in the Sink
6. Wild Pony Tower Moment
7. Fishin' for a Vision
8. Perhaps We're a Storm
9. Hummingbird Sage
10. The Landfill