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Our friends at Cutty Sark recently invited us to capture an evening of ecstatic happenings at Brooklyn Bowl as part of the inaugural Cutty Sark Presents Series. There was booze, there was bowling, and most importantly, there were bands. Incredible bands, actually, each bringing their own unique offering of electric energy to the stage.

Small Black, a band hailing from our very own Brooklyn, New York, has been perfecting its heady, dreamy sound for several years now. Their sound is atmospheric and fuzzy, breathtaking and dizzying in its use of layered, swirling synths and lead vocalist Josh Kolenik's soothing voice snaking its way through the noise. Though of course each song varies, there is a certain delicacy about everything Small Black does, an intoxicating sweetness that the music emits without losing its catchiness, its ability to make you want to dance. And thats just what our latest concert feature does. So get your feet amovin to the jubilant sounds of Small Black.

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- What's up Brooklyn? How you doing? We're Small Black, this is our hometown.
I'd heard of you From a voice at the door
I'd heard of you And the ghost that you were
A trace of you Just a flash
A fingerprint On the glass
A trace of you In the room
Just what was it That you knew
She's only a shadow
She's only a shadow
I looked for you
In the gaps Of the walls
I looked for you At some funeral
A trace of you Had me stuck
A photograph I didn't trust
A trace of you Barely used
On the trail But out of view
She's only a shadow
She's only a shadow
She's only a shadow
Only a shadow
Only a shadow
Only a shadow
Only a shadow
Only a shadow
I'd been keeping myself keeping myself from view
hoping you'll hoping you'll just come to
Holes in the bridge Downwind, some drifting fire
As futures go well this one seems fine
Mornings and evenings dissolved
Convinced I'd be free at dawn
Free at dawn Free at dawn
Free at dawn
Took a walk along the pier alone
Hypnotized by a weakness in the wood
A skeleton street snaked off another way
I was feeling reckless as rain
Responsibility seemed odd
Awake I was free at dawn
Free at dawn Free at dawn
Free at dawn
Free at dawn Free at dawn
Free at dawn Free at dawn
Free at dawn
Free at dawn
Free at dawn
Free at dawn
- Thank you guys.
You're beautiful.
In light of love, You seem remorse
Comes love Lost of wonder
To see it go I don't bother anymore
A sacred soul Hell I've made my own
Pictures of you
Picturing you
Pictures of you
Picturing you
Wandered off to wait I see the past
The undiscovered leanings likely lost
Floating in, oh, don't part Can't stand it, it's true
But if you want to visit you are welcome
Least in your mine Somewhere you can go
Least in your mind Yet to you alone
Pictures of you Picturing you
Pictures of you Picturing you
Pictures of you Picturing you
Pictures of you Picturing you
Picturing you
Picturing you
Picturing you
You, you
- Thanks ya'll.
Thank you so much.
I'm scared of my new stuff.
You guys are awesome.
We have the best bands, you guys are so hardcore and know all the jams, ooh, sorry.
We said that was gonna happen all practice today, and I fucked it up.
You guys might know this one, people like this one.
I'm standing in tomorrow's way Future's fine
Least it seems okay It doesn't mean a miracle
Should be turned away On that day
Saw both my life and death In two lines
Felt the kick of fate There I was invisible
Just out of phase There's no sun, no storm
No time, nowhere Breathless
For a moment I was Nowhere
Breathless There's no sun, no storm
Nowhere Breathless
For a moment I was Breathless
Between the void and the parade Were in due time
And they feel the same Even if I wanted to
Well I can't explain Just how I could be standing here
Across divides Unhurt, unfazed
It didn't feel impossible But it looked that way
There's no sun, no storm No time, nowhere
Breathless For a moment I was
Nowhere Breathless
There's no sun, no storm Nowhere
Breathless For a moment I was
Breathless
For a moment I was fine
For a moment I was fine
For a moment
For a moment I was fine
- Thanks y'all.
We're there, but we love Brooklyn Bowl.
Thanks to Cutty Sark for having us and giving us a lot of whiskey and ruining our lives, but...thanks so much for having us. Here's a couple more.
And in the white building I waste my love
Watchin' the world return To what I knew it was
Jump to the side of movin' bones
Close to the closet
Lay down your wild hands if you are not in love
I'll run the streets I see Strange air means most to me
Where I lay after Perhaps to see you
Jump to the side of movin' bones
Close to the closet
Lay down your wild hands if you are not in love
Despite the photograph you are not in love
Lay down your wild hands if you are not in love
Animals, driftin' afar
Animals, driftin' afar
Lay down your wild hands if you are not in love
Lay down your wild hands if you are not in love
- Thank you guys so much, this'll be our last song.
Tell me where you thought you saw me
Tell me why you asked my name
Tell me how you've come to be
In this place
Tell the story how you want to Make up all the details
Tell me what feels good I don't care
You're no stranger
You're no stranger To me
To me
Take me for another body Come out of the wilderness
Maybe just a window You could've passed
Take me through your barricades
Push me through your city walls
Take me, I can be Whoever you want
You're no stranger
You're no stranger to me
You're no stranger
You're no stranger to me
Nothing here is set in stone
Nothing here is set in stone
Nothing here is set in stone
You don't even know Where I come from
Could I be someone That you can trust?
Nothing here is set in stone
You don't even know Where I come from
Could I be someone That you can trust?
You're no stranger
You don't even know Where I come from
You're no stranger To me, to me
You don't even know You don't even know
You don't even know You don't even know
Don't even know
Don't even know
Don't even know
Don't even know
- Thank you so much.
See you next time.
We Don't Speak is next, thanks to Brooklyn Bowl, thanks to Cutty Sark, you guys rule.

Artist Bio

Formed at the tail-end of 2008 as a bedroom recording project, Small Black first made waves with their eponymous debut EP. Recorded in the attic of singer Josh's uncle's remote Long Island beach-house/surfboard workshop, it served as an ideal introduction to the group with its pulsing patchwork synths and addictive, stay-gold hooks that seemed to unfurl themselves gradually over repeated listens. Slightly more immediate and polished than its predecessor, Small Black's debut LP New Chain remained a continuation of this contrasting ethos -- a delirious smudging of the lines between melancholy and nostalgia, tension and celebration, unabashed pop music and experimentation. Next, the band wanted to combine their aesthetic with overt sampling, inspired by legendary beatsmiths like RZA, DJ Premier and J Dilla. Enter the Moon Killer mixtape. A free full-length release through Small Black's website, Moon Killer not only openly borrows from sources as rich and diverse as Nas, Pere Ubu, Drake and the Carpenters, but features multiple drop-ins from Das Racist MC Heems, as well as remixes from Star Slinger and Phonetag. What truly stands out is the ease with which Small Black folds their source material into their own inimitable sound. It's a legitimate step forward for the band -- a sizable stride closer to what they've been hearing in their heads this whole time. - via Jagjaguwar

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