*BENEFIT CD FOR SURVIVOR FUNDS*
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
We released this split with the help and artistic contributions of Chris Clavin, who was outed in 2017 for abuse and sexual assault. Consequently, we have cut all ties with PIX. When it comes to this split, it hasn't been clear whether the more accountable choice would be (a) remove all trace of this split from the internet, or (b) keep it around for transparency's sake. Then this fall, we received a bunch of CDs of that split that were never sold, which we could've destroyed. Instead, we're going to sell them for $10 and donate all income to a variety of public and anonymous survivor funds, such as www.gofundme.com/anonymous-survivor-fund
. We hope that this can be a concrete form of mutual aid. If you have a suggestion of funds to donate toward, please send us a message -- note that Ramshackle Glory is an anarchist project which has typically avoided funding for-profit and non-profit organizations. For more information: www.facebook.com/ramshackleglory/posts/1547150671995052 .
Includes unlimited streaming of Shelter
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Just like that it was winter again here in the desert. In June, our house was empty. In September it's full of house guests. They're too punk, or I'm too punk, for words to come out sitting here in the living room of our beautiful, broken-down house. I've been working so much lately, when I'm home I feel like a stranger in a foreign country where I can't speak the language of unemployment, minor crimes, plans to get the hell out. I mutter “fuck the police” and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house. We were in the kitchen, it was the week you first moved in. I said, “We're glad to have you.” You shrugged. “Well, it's here or a ditch...” Thanks for dancing, thanks for singing, thanks for sticking around and making a home with us here in our beautiful, broken-down house. On my days off I like to sit up on the roof and watch the traffic. There's my buddy Micky from the laundromat, walking by looking pretty dope sick. And hell, I remember that walk, but I haven't taken it for three years now. So Micky, come here and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house. The last couple weeks I know you've been having trouble breathing—and maybe, truthfully, trouble with most things—but don't you worry if the pipes freeze and power goes out. We'll just be friends who are cold, in the dark, of our beautiful, broken-down house. And just like that it was summer again here in Tucson. In March our house was a jungle, in July it's an abandoned parking lot. You move back to England, you move with the seasons, you move where it's hip right now. I say, “Fuck them all” and lie down in our beautiful, broken-down house.
released June 1, 2013