Deep Soda | Pose Dead: Collected and Destroyed, Vol.2

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Pose Dead: Collected and Destroyed, Vol.2

by Deep Soda

Epic hard plastik walls of sound. Heavy mental at its finest.
Genre: Rock: Psychedelic
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1. BJE
2:53 album only
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2. Spirit Flies Ahead
6:56 album only
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3. Viy
2:09 album only
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4. Sandy Unguent's
3:31 album only
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5. Leviathan Hades
3:45 album only
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6. Bastone Method (Hot Lobbies)
5:15 album only
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7. Bastone Method (RKK edition)
3:55 album only
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8. Transcendental Jerk
4:37 album only
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9. Fifties
5:13 album only
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10. GCH
6:41 album only

ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
The highly anticipated second volume of the Collected and Destroyed series has finally arrived!

"Pose Dead" bursts forth, a brainblasting assemblage of the most dense, intense, hard plastik rock tunes in the Soda catalogue. Pounding rhythms, demonic vocals, multi-layered guitars, swollen organs, kids from Roma, waterfalls to nowhere...epic sodastic rocking straight outta the goddamn crazy house, where VALIS is all the rage.

"Pose Dead"....the tone texture smell of a dream.....

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KG

Huzzah!
01) Backsen Jawsen Eyeholes: Its punkiness belies just how smart and luscious this album will become.

02) Spirit Flies Ahead: The gem of the album, hands down. From the Belew-ish intro to the gorgeous slo-riffage when the heavier verse kicks in, to the kickassly sublime line "exactly this, the tone texture smell of a dream", to the simple yet richly satisfying final progression, this song is one for the ages.

03) Viy: I'm pretty sure that Mondhexe smoked a blunt that was laced with angel dust and wrapped in the skin of a retarded wombat before laying down the vocals. A relentless, pounding track that works us into a lather before giving way to....

04) Sandy Unguents: This song has come a long way during its lifetime. Well-placed on the album, allowing the listener to come down a little bit without being any less engaged.

05) Leviathan Hades: This song drills you as promised.

06) Bastone Method (Hot Lobbies): A very good example of the refreshingly slow yet tight groove that permeates this album.

07) Bastone Method (Roger Kip Knodding Arrangement): Lulls the listener into relaxing just enough to be shocked by the kick in the balls that is about to come with Track 8:

08) Transcendental Jerk: This is catchy enough to suck in any listener, yet quirky enough to scramble the brains of the innocent. This was the first song that I heard a year or two ago that convinced me that the current incarnation of Deep Soda was a keeper. This song is a rousing rocker with just the right amount of head-scratching weirdness. The only reason this isn't the 2nd best tune on the album is because of the next track...

09) Fifties: Just an awesome song. They keys are a nice addition (kudos to whoever played them), and Mike shines here. Really an excellent production of a classic DS song. Love the 2nd iteration of "it's tough where I've been" where the C comes down to a Bm instead of staying on C. Does Burlington radio play local rock? If so, give them this to soften them up before convincing them to not be scared of the 7-minute-length of SFA.

10) GCH: Appropriate way to close the album -- with some of the best riffage of all the tracks. Mike's background vox (especially on the "evil giants" parts) are awesome, and damn, are those riffs as catchy as ever. The transition at 2:32 tells the uninitiated to stop listening and invites the enthralled to stick around for a few more minutes of forgetting your troubles and becoming lost in a goddamn psychedelic rock record....a feeling that is too seldom achieved these days.


Overall, this album is a stunning accomplishment. Mike has finally distributed proof for the rest of the world that he is a complete freakazoid, Alen and Rob have fine-tuned the art of tightening up psychedelia into complex yet accessible rock riffage, and the drums fill this band's scrotum with sufficient testes. The production is first-class, as well, making this album a real treat in a world that is increasingly devoid of original music that grabs you by the nuts and gives you aggressive fellatio while dosing your brain to the point of sweet incoherence. Huzzah!
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Casey Rea - Seven Days VT


In another dimension, Burlington’s Deep Soda are legendary, spoken of with the same fervor as Frank Zappa, Oingo Boingo and Ween. In such a rarified realm, major labels still take chances on music that isn’t funneled directly from American Idol.

Our current levels of technology don’t give us full access to this domain, but we can pick up the occasional transmission. Pose Dead: Collected & Destroyed Vol. 2 — the latest installment in a proposed Deep Soda trilogy — is one such artifact.

The previous release found DS exploring the mechanics of commerciality with highly addictive meta-jingles. Pose Dead takes a different approach, deconstructing guitar rock with surgical precision.

Opener “Backsen Jawsen Eyeholes” is like a ride on a punk-rock vomit comet. Guitars careen wildly as vocalist Mondhexe spits incomprehensible prose: “M’world seems to leans to one side, ’cause someone fucked my seer with steroidal suspension / Only haffa me is clear and that’s reason enough to grit my teeth so hard an’ make the faces I do / Backsen jawsen eyeholes,” he frenziedly sings.

“Spirit Flies Ahead,” on the other hand, is actually quite lovely. It’s a psych-metal sing-along, built on a powerful groove and colored with splashes of neon guitar.

It’s back to the spastic for “Leviathan Hades,” which is either about cult reprogramming or a recipe for invoking demons. The music is brilliantly herky-jerky, but the lyrics are the main attraction: “Disrobe and dose and go, in a circle on the floor / Leviathan Hades, up from the depths / Leviathan Hades, caught in the neural net / Leviathan Hades, we’re going to drill you!” Later, the band advises listeners to “put on the Nikes and drink the Kool-Aid.” Those susceptible to charismatic influence might wanna skip it.

The only tune that doesn’t do it for me is “Bastone Method (Hot Lobbies).” For one reason or another, it just sounds weaker than the other cuts. It does have a bitchin’ guitar solo, however.

“Transcendental Jerk” takes a cautious look at mystical exploration. “Overdosed on my powers, enrobed by the night / I go into the darkest part of the cycle / And what I find there makes me shudder / I glow afterwards with the knowledge: I’m still the same jerk.” Sounds like my Monday mornings.

I could go on and on about this album, but you really ought to hear it for yourself.

CASEY REA
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ADAM KING - State of Mind Magazine


Deep Soda. Outside of Burlington, Vermont the words conjure up nothing more than images of rusted Moxie cans. In town, people speak of the Soda with reverence akin to Ween and cheese soaked gravy fries. Collected and Destroyed Volume 1, released last fall, was a spastic jaunt of Zappa-esque jingles. Volume 2 - Pose Dead, is a full and quasi-coherent album of melodic acid punk - a modern headphone junkie's sleepless fantasy, perfect for huffing paint amidst a graveyard brushfire.

The opener "Backsen Jawsen Eyeholes" is raucous intelli-hoodlum music highlighted by Mondhexe Nordstrom singing nonsensical lyrics like a tea-less Englishman. Guitarist Delancey Leathers shreds here, sculpting a new axis point between Duane Allman and Larry from Primus. An obscurely natural mesh of left field hooks and ball-rock embody the album, with "Viy" sounding like Fugazi on crystal meth. I know, a logical impossibility, but nonetheless awesome. Mondhexe screams his unintelligible lyrics so passionately, you have to check the liner notes: "I think my skulls too tight! Ashen and extra-limbed/They foam from the walls and hoard towards me/ a fungal fractal....they say its impossible/Would that it were inpossible!" Ahhh, now I get it.

The most humanly tangible track, and obvious centerpiece of the album, is the strikingly divine "Spirit Flies Ahead". Blowing away Ween's "The Rift" for most psychedelic song of the fuck the hippie/love the hippie era, "Spirit Flies"is an elegant asteroid walk, with sonic subtleties that yearn for headphone bed drifting. It hangs right up there with the angriest of Pink Floyd.

Embracing their studio time to the fullest, Deep Soda have produced a masterfully well crafted disc. Mondhexe's vocals could be a bit higher in the mix on some tracks, but half the time you'll be saying "What the fuck?" either way. The warped pop hooks never let up. Even on the overly self indulgent blues tunes. The instrumental second half of the "Bastone Method" seems proof that Pete Townsend dreams of Pee Wee Herman's evil clown doctors. "Transcendental Jerk" ironically sounds like it was inspired as much by Henry Rollins as it was by LSD. After a full saturation of the absurd, it seems only natural when "GCH" fades out into a scene from a Neptune taco-stand. I think.

Essentially, the band is just daring you to look for their possibly non-existent answers. Pose Dead is just aching to be heard and adored.

ADAM KING
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