Drunk Uncle isolated themselves into a cabin on an East Texas farm to write and record the follow up to their debut Look Up in 2022. The result "O, brittle weather!" is a thoughtful, probing album that explores a cacophony of sounds in a playful and whimsical way. The album feels like a telling of a great story- songs like pages colored with splashes of acoustic and electric guitars, floating bass, keys, horns, and percussion that ranges from a whole kit to a single tambourine that succinctly cues up the next chapter. Narrated by melodic vocals belting out emotional poetry, "O, brittle weather!" seems to plead with you to keep listening until the last word. Then, it begs you to listen again.
Most bands are content to just collect a handful of songs and group them together as an album. Drunk Uncle strived to make something bigger than themselves. And wouldn't you know it, they succeeded.
"O, brittle weather!" comes out 5/24 on Count Your Lucky Stars. Available digitally and on vinyl.
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lyrics
Hiya!
It’s so nice to
Finally
Meet you
Hiya!
It’s so nice to introduce you to
(It’s so nice to)
A spongy tongue
(Finally)
To be wrung out
(Meet you)
Into your ear
Endless things we are hiding
For those with wit and charm
We appreciate what you’ve brought
(What you’ve brought)
But it’s time to disassemble those walls
And lean on us for once
Hiya!
It’s so nice to introduce you to
(It’s so nice to)
A spongy tongue
(Finally)
To be wrung out
(Meet you)
Into your ear
Goodbye things we were hiding
Let loose dinner has been served
(it’s warm it’s warm it’s warm)
It’s fried fish and pineapple
(it’s warm it’s warm it’s warm)
Its tartness bites at the tips of our tongues
Where the things that we desperately want to express, hide
But know they don’t belong
OoOOO
OOOooooo
Or all the other things we repeat to ourselves
When noone else is watching
I just ask if you could empathize
if the handle breaks
And among these things
I start spouting
To an audience we’ve made for us
On a bed our mouths can make
In an embrace
for one another