a cascadible sun, audible light
After five years and hot on the heels of their first full-length album, ESCAPE FROM RAINBOW MOUNTAIN, Milwaukee’s weirdo sludge-rockers DEAR ASTRONAUT have decided to call it quits. It’s too bad, really, but there’s not much else to say. What, are you going to try to talk ‘em out of it? I’d like to see that.
Kicking off the funeral celebrations August 6th at the Cactus Club, with good friends TRUTHDEALER, who you all know and love as another one of those fucking weirdo vaguely metal/listened to too many Melvins records bands, KING’S HORSES, a poppy noise rock act who likes to play loud and NAKED GHOSTS, the first live venture for Kevin DeMars’ (Disguised as Birds, Mother Orchis) new solo (and previously recording-only) project. It’s going to be a rip-roaring, rollicking, son-of-a-gun motherfucker of a time, and now that all Wisconsin bars are smoke-free, the Cactus Club will no longer leave you reeking like an over-flowing piss-water-soaked ashtray.
As an added bonus, DEAR ASTRONAUT has made a second run of their tape, which had originally sold out in just over a week. This will likely be your LAST CHANCE EVER to score one of these babies, unless you are familiar with the internet, which you probably are, since you’re reading this.