A Whisper Growing, Part Two (Or, Up in the Attic), by Brad Nelson

Dear Astronaut is looking for a drummer.

Here is the pretentious list of requirements. You:

Are able to improvise
Enjoy smoking weed
Are able to play shows regularly
Enjoy “grooving”
Are not especially more talented musically than any of the other members of the band (some of us are insecure)
Like to play loudly and are not afraid of damaging your hearing
Get hard over tone and feedback
Ideally able to tour two weeks out of the year with occasional weekend warrior type shit
Have some familiarity with and appreciation of the following genres (here is where it gets pretentious): free jazz, no wave, stoner metal, sludge, punk fucking rock, harsh noise/power electronics, swamp rock, psychedelic, apocalyptic folk, industrial, space rock, prog
Same for the following bands/artists: Nirvana, Melvins, Leonard Cohen, Killdozer, Swans, Comus, Hawkwind, Lungfish, Sleep, Neurosis, CCR, Neil Young

We:

Are looking for caveman-style drums, someone who is not afraid to pound the shit outta their drums and can ideally afford to replace drum heads fairly regularly. Two floor toms a must and a distinct ability to make do with whatever’s around.

All interested parties please contact us.

Part one of a two (or more?) part article about Dear Astronaut is up now at Desperation and Noise.

There are many changes happening. One of them is very difficult for us, but we will prevail. Some of the others are a long time coming, and can only bring fortune and good will. Until then, we promise to act only in bad faith. We will sharpen our axes, smear soft wet earth over our bodies, and kill the pious and skeptics alike. The dark wizard will rise, and we will kneel before him and ask only that he makes our deaths as agonizing as possible, because we are kinky like that.

A number of new shows, which we hope you will find to your liking.

T-shirts still available here. Support your local black magick cultists.

Some points of interest:

A few new shows.

Also, special limited Dear Astronaut shirts here.

Finally, we have found a new home at the 12 Steps house on Center Street. Many thanks to Truthdealer/Holy Shit! for providing us with a practice space.