No One Knows What Happens Next
May 22, 2012
Released by Discrete Pageantry Records
- Get Me In A Room
- Nightingale Lightning
- Care To Collapse
- Hungry Ghost Extraordinaire
- No One Knows What Happens Next
- Dead People's Music
- People Breathe Into Other People
- The Game Changes Me
- Hello, My Destroyer
- Call Off Your Horses
Recorded at The Soul Shop, Medford, MA by Elio DeLuca
Tape transfer by Jack Younger at Watch City Studios
Mixed by Rafi Sofer & Ryan Walsh at Q Division
Mastered by Jonathan Wyner at M-Works
All songs written by Ryan Walsh, © 2012 Reverse The Tape Decks (ASCAP)
All songs arranged by Hallelujah The Hills.
- David Bentley - cello, guitar, backing vocals
- David Bryson - drums
- Elio DeLuca - keys, percussion, backing vocals
- Joseph Marrett - banjo, cuatro, tambo, backing vocals
- Brian Rutledge - trumpet, trombone, backing vocals
- Ryan Walsh - guitar, vocals, samples
- Nicholas Giadone Ward - bass, backing vocals
- Noell Dorsey, Katie Von Schleicher, Leah Hennessy - vocals on 1 and 8
- Mike Fiore - vocals on 3, 4, and 6
- Marissa Nadler - vocals on 4
Hallelujah the Hills have always been one of the great hidden gems of beantown. With their new release, I am ready to proclaim them as one of the most underrated bands in the country
There is more introspection on display than usual, especially in the lyrics, but Hallelujah The Hills have simply grown into the band they always threatened to become. This is a happy ending for all involved.
The clarity of this record is a daring move for a band that has existed so firmly in the gauze, but it pays off at nearly every turn...they've also gone ahead and made their best record.
This is thinking outside the box with a lot of moving parts, but sonically, it comes together gorgeously in a start-to-finish listen.
It's a great introduction to No One Knows What Will Happen Next, and despite the warning in that title, and even if we don't know yet what that album will be, "Hungry Ghost Extraordinaire" is surely a good omen.
[“Get Me In A Room”] builds to the sort of manic rock explosion that the singer describes as “a pep talk to myself,” where confines of a room seems metaphorical at best.