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Skeleton Party

by Joshua Powell

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heyitsbennyb this album is a banger from track one to track 8. I feel like what sets this album apart the most is that it embraces the full band. extremely defined drums from Noah are well mixed extremely well orchestrated and a welcomed breath of fresh air. I feel like the guitars are most certainly capitolized and leveraged perfectly as more defined. this album is one of the best albums and most diverse albums I've heard all year and the best parts of every JP album, I feel, has been captured in this album
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cbujorian It's pop, it's rock, it's metal, it's psych...There's a lot to love on this album
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1.
Don’t you bother the moon, hockin’ one up in a brass spittoon He’s keeping up on his union dues and crushin’ beers Can’t be troubled to shave; shows up to work with a box of glazed then trucks it home on a skateboard that his lady lent I wish that we were friends One night I offered a ride, like a pothole tour of the Near East side His face was flickering on and off and on again Saw his board snapped in half Said, “Brother I’ve got a fix for that I know a hex for your broken decks so slide on through if you know what’s good for you!” Just a couple of skeletons blazed and brittle of bone with pills to roll off this evening and knobs to roll off the tone Just how long the tunnel takes is up to you! Caught me talkin’ to goats, sneakin’ around in a thick black cloak I suppose that you’ve noticed I have ghostwriters I’m old and tired--so old! But this party is petulant Cave and cancel the dance Damn--they’re canceling everything! Wait! Computer, enhance! I can’t protect your delicate sensibilities It happens how it happens when you get into it with me And now, it’s transfiguration time Your face, freckled with holy fright Wait--they’re cancelling everything
2.
I am not immune to all this mud and these aren’t the shoes for it but we are now become the mosh-pit in a meadow somewhere down in Florida I could feel the spirit like it was shooting out my fingertips That’s why I think if heaven does exist, then we’re in Don’t do the encore with the amps off if the rest of your set’s vinegar and piss I’ll plan on seeing you tomorrow You plan on knowing your shit With cuts like a Toledo blade of bluegrass whistling in your teeth Something ‘bout this eucharist is off and it’s creeping me right out I swear I don’t mean to be difficult but there’s more than fifty in your crowd and you’re slippery as a rainbow trout Don’t do that dance that’s going viral I hear from the worms it opens up a hole and there’s a demon girl on the other side that uses it to sneak through and possess your eternal soul… All in all, it’s fine except for all this slime Does ectoplasm come out of cotton? Now, I know how I sound but this was my favorite sweatshirt (the Rezn one)
3.
Cannabis Rex 05:09
When this passover has passed will we be happy that we had it? Will we still steer clear of pioneer and go back to dancing at the rabbit? I have no idea how this will all iron out and I’m preparing myself for it to not But then I had a mystical morning and by noon I was no one at all-- We’ve never been so beautiful! but you don’t want to see me this way We went wakeboarding as kids out in a channel in the stick marsh oblivious to what I now think of as an alligator death march but it’s just how we did it down in south Florida I can still dig that part ‘Cause now I’m a bridesmaid in houndstooth and Death’s looking flushed in the flowers of Vishnu and each new day’s charms tangled up in his multiple arms, getting used to the idea of the farm life, feeling alright about her choices making cat-like contented noises, sweating out the poisons So I project positive vibes to the honeymooning couple My cosmic consciousness is crammed inside my cheap carry-on duffle bag and I don’t think it will fit in the overhead
4.
Decoder Ring 06:15
I couldn’t wait for it to go on sale Caught a cormorant with a scissor tail and then I dressed him up in a bolo tie and told him, “Best go West boy, with them laser eyes” Then we burnt it up just like an offering with your vampire teeth, boy, and your decoder ring from a cereal box up on a Saturday, that brand of bliss that requires AAs I had to stop editing myself; like constantly calibrating Gotta reinvent, like in a Ram Dass way tie this ratking nest of thinning Swedish roots up in a pile of fishtail braids string these wasted arms up in a million beads and explode the faith the fuck up out a mustard seed So we cut the tape and I master it and we send it to some label cats down in Mississipp Of course they pass on it ‘cause they’re good businessmen but I’m not one yet and so we try again (and again) Should I crumble or commit myself Either way buy my records please I’m moving to the forest I’m over it with inboxes Anyway, congratulations on your successful exorcism I mean it!
5.
Coral Castle 05:24
Fear and loathing in the glade! the reptilian arousal of hot beneath the collar, the lush of summer’s cactus blossoming crush on me (according to all palmetto leaves) Heard there’s a seer in this swamp-- I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company I’m as meek as moths but getting riper with the rage borne of our clusterfuck engagement Don’t get upset I’m not upset Are you upset baby? I wish it could have been like, somewhere in Chicago But I built your castle from the corpses of a million tiny seahorses and shells barnacles up in the belfry and now with how fractured I feel I’ve become an electric eel inside a pool of plecos and I’m cool with it In my catatonia, you came to me from in a forest fire said, “I’m only stopping through for the night We can order pad thai. settle in, and have a long talk” So, you’re not coming out Have I always been so dumb? How didn’t I see this coming? So I’m upset, yeah I’m upset, aren’t you upset baby? I gotta tell these cryptid kids their mom isn’t coming Well tell me what’s a girl to do when Satan shows up on your stoop I’m at a loss--he is inverting all my crosses But turns out to be a lovely dude and I wanna show off my home studio and we bond over which Black Sabbath LPs we dig Old Scratch with stingray bass in hand and I make up a metal band so full of fuzz and so downtuned that it’s disgusting Plus I’ve got a spot we can rehearse so cool, crepuscular, and cursed that you could laugh, like over the credits of a slasher film
6.
You’re lookin’ lowly as a holy fawn but I’m not falling for your flimsy front so easily of course I’ll cave and then we’ll both give thanks for the opportunity to tangle fangs again in your closet There was never such a love so star-crossed! I am awash in your tentacular void and when that black hole took me like a fly fishhook, we couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended hot damn and holy crow! I was sucking at cthulhu teat, gettin’ careless with my canine teeth again She kissed my forehead and she packed my bag with the best damn sandwiches you’ve ever had and then went quiet She has not so much as called command base I know I’m cryo-sleeping solo again I’m huffing comet gas in my oxygen mask so I can hallucinate happier thoughts and sleep through the night-- They’re getting longer, don’t you think?
7.
I went to an oracle in Baltimore on a solo tour leg and using telepathy she said, “You’re on the pothead path to a penthouse view of your early ruin,” but this happens every time my tarot’s read I run with a crow and with a witch and with this tiny jaguar and I have other friends that I forget I look at the laying on of healing hands in the church of the brethren but I’m not entirely sold on reiki yet What is it with the hands? Won’t you give me that good wisdom you’re famous for in these parts? I’m overwhelmed here Catch me at crossroads trying to conjure the ghost of one Robert Johnson He’ll ask for a lot but I’ll talk him down and come out on top of the deal, a bandit at the crucifixion I forget what I was talking about... Never not Nine of Swords, babe We die a little bit each day It’s nothing to get bent out of shape about, believe me It’s easy!
8.
Now choke up on your chainsaw grip, girl Put the baby to bed Double check that all the windows are boarded proper Then sidle down from in your cyclone, momma from those pentacular peaks You know my brain has been a sugarcane field on fire full of troubling things, a veritable potpourri such that I’ve sprouted another eye just to keep these two company As a daring detective in a troubling town in a case where I’m faced with a cryptic killer in the dirtiest mirror in the dingiest dive I know I’m alive for a breath and then true transcendence will trawl along in a junk fit with sable sails and you'll want on, but the line is longer than the Appalachian trail Come now, baby boy Embrace the void and put on “On the Beach” and learn from God to listen, not to always have to preach You, who are always putting time in a place of authority: Stand in the shade of the medicine man Don’t have your head in the sand when the LORD comes back

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released September 24, 2021

This record has been certified as a magical artifact by all pertinent boards and covens of mages, clerics, witches, and shamans (except one which we we don't need to talk about.) Neither the band nor the obscure alien intelligences that served as doulas for this LP's dimensional inception claim responsibility for any entheogenic experiences the listener may experience during of after their sonic immersion therein.

All songs written and performed by Joshua Powell, Adam Shuntich, Jacob Powell, and Josh Townsend
Lyrics by Joshua Powell
Recorded at the Upside Down, Grass Palace, and the Velvet Lounge in Indianapolis
Produced and engineered by Joshua Powell and band
Mixed and mastered by Wesley Heaton
Album art and design by D. Jeffrey

The High Council:
Joshua Powell - vox, guitars, synthesizers and programming, coins
Adam Shuntich - guitars, theremin, mutant koto, death star laser beam
Jacob Powell - drums, percussion, vox
Josh Townsend - bass, programming

Additional percussion and coins performed by Enrique Olmos
Trumpets on "White Lodge (fire)" by Tony Santoruvo

Special thanks to Chris Banta, Jim Bailey, Kelson Camp, Fred Miller, Matt Panfil, Jake Haggard, Kevin Glaz, Laur Joamets, Indy String Theory, Parker Pickett, Haejin Nishio, and Tiki. Shalom, and death to false metal.

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Joshua Powell Indianapolis, Indiana

Joshua Powell is the exhausted wizard at the helm of IN's most haunted rock band. From his hardcore roots in the Floridian swamps and beyond the fever dream of his folk era, his literary lyrics dig for enlightenment in a surrealist muck. “Four LP's and over 900 shows later, the midwestern road dog's ever- evolving, transcendent style embraces hallucinatory metal and grimy psychedelia.” -Audiotree ... more

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