
Rat Saw God CD
Tracklist:
1. Hot Rotten Grass Smell
2. Bull Believer
3. Got Shocked
4. Formula One
5. Chosen to Deserve
6. Bath County
7. Quarry
8. Turkey Vultures
9. Whatās So Funny
10. TV In The Gas Pump
A Wednesday song is a quilt. A short story collection, a half-memory, a patchwork of portraits of the American south, disparate moments that somehow make sense as a whole. Karly Hartzman, the songwriter/vocalist/guitarist at the helm of the project, is a story collector as much as she is a storyteller: a scholar of people and one-liners. Rat Saw God, the Asheville quintetās new and best record, is ekphrastic but autobiographical and above all, deeply empathetic. Across the albumās ten tracks Hartzman, guitarist MJ Lenderman, bassist Margo Shultz, drummer Alan Miller, and lap/pedal steel player Xandy Chelmis build a shrine to minutiae. Half-funny, half-tragic dispatches from North Carolina unfurling somewhere between the wailing skuzz of Nineties shoegaze and classic country twang, that distorted lap steel and Hartzmanās voice slicing through the din.
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Tracklist:
1. Hot Rotten Grass Smell
2. Bull Believer
3. Got Shocked
4. Formula One
5. Chosen to Deserve
6. Bath County
7. Quarry
8. Turkey Vultures
9. Whatās So Funny
10. TV In The Gas Pump
A Wednesday song is a quilt. A short story collection, a half-memory, a patchwork of portraits of the American south, disparate moments that somehow make sense as a whole. Karly Hartzman, the songwriter/vocalist/guitarist at the helm of the project, is a story collector as much as she is a storyteller: a scholar of people and one-liners. Rat Saw God, the Asheville quintetās new and best record, is ekphrastic but autobiographical and above all, deeply empathetic. Across the albumās ten tracks Hartzman, guitarist MJ Lenderman, bassist Margo Shultz, drummer Alan Miller, and lap/pedal steel player Xandy Chelmis build a shrine to minutiae. Half-funny, half-tragic dispatches from North Carolina unfurling somewhere between the wailing skuzz of Nineties shoegaze and classic country twang, that distorted lap steel and Hartzmanās voice slicing through the din.











