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If you've been paying any attention to the site of late, you've probably noticed us yapping about this little event called Bands + Brews we've been putting together on our home turf here at Industry City in Sunset Park Brooklyn. All summer long we've been inviting you, our adoring fans, down to a supremely unique courtyard space on the edge of New York Harbor to sipp cold ones and relax, all while amazing bands perform against a golden backdrop as the sun slips away over the New Jersey horizon.

Today we're thrilled to finally bring you a little video evidence captured during one of those amazing events, courtesy of a passionate, slightly unhinged, and completely loveable Arkells session. Seriously, try not to fall in love with these rock and rolling loving, Canadian boys...we dare you. The band are currently on the cusp of releasing their smashing new album, Morning Report , so no surprise, the band treated a very pro-Arkells crowd to a premiere of new tunes. They also zipped through a few classics from their 2014 outting, High Noon...including a heart-felt, Campfire version of the classic jam, "Leather Jacket". It's all too wonderful to take, really. So have at it! And about that dare... We wont, didn't we? You totally fell in love, didn't you?

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Thank you so much for coming out to our Bands and Brews sessions here at Industry City.
But up in the distance, even in the dead of night
if we could make it to the morning, we could get things right
It's been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides
What we do in the darkness, it will come to light
All right. Hey
For a second there I felt peace and calm the underpass would keep us from harm
and the wipers moved like some waving arms
We were flashing headlights at coming cars
But up in the distance, even in the dead of night
if we could make it to the morning, we could get things right
It's been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides
What we do in the darkness, it will come to light
All right
And in times of fear, you shelter me and you hold me close, so tenderly
Now with my headphones on, as I fall asleep
you're my barricade from intruding dreams
Here we go.
But up in the distance, even in the dead of night
if we could make it to the morning, we could get things right
It's been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides
What we do in the darkness, it will come to light
It will come to light, all right
That's Tim Oxford on the drums back there, everybody.
Silence fell, when I picked up.
The words hit me hard
just like a one two punch.
So I went home to face that storm
and the thought of you, it keeps me warm
But up in the distance, even in the dead of night
if we could make it to the morning, we can get things right
It's been a tough go lately, and I hate choosing sides
What we do in the darkness.
What we do in the darkness, it comes to light
When everything went wrong, you're keeping my head on
And in time, the things that hurt today will begin to fade away
Thank you kindly.
Yeah, I see that shit. So I fucking... I told the guys on this new album, I was just really sick of playing guitar.
I'm not particularly useful as a guitar player.
I really wanted to work on more of my interpretive dance moves on this record.
And lucky for me, they're going to think I sabotaged this shit, but the amp isn't really working right now.
So fellas, you got dancing Max.
This is private school.
Here we go.
Yeah.
Private school girls and private school boys
playing games, expensive toys
Private school girls and private school boys
Don DeLillo wrote White Noise
I tried so hard to find an in but you weren't giving me anything
Come on now throw me a line.
It's a sign
Ah, fuck off: don't say I'd do the same Getting off without an ounce of shame
And you know, I just want to love you, but it's so hard
I Just want to love you, but it's so hard, hey, hey
Private school boys and private school girls
The nicest skin, the nicest curls
Private school boys and private school girls
Give me a chance, give me a whirl
You walked in, my jaw hit the floor You act like this is such a chore
Around you i feel like swine: You're divine
Ah, fuck off: don't say I'd do the same Getting off without an ounce of shame
And you know, I just want to love you, but it's so hard
I just want to love you, but it's so hard. Hey, hey, hey
What am I dong tomorrow night? I want to go to the party.
I want to drink the bacardi
Who's bringing the molly? Let's get a bit naughty
I want to go to the party.
I want to drink the Bacardi
Who's bringing the molly? Who's gonna stop me
We'e going on the church of Arkells for this one right here.
Now on the radio, we have to say "Come on.
" But on the internet and at bay what we say, "Ah fuck off.
" Okay.
It goes like this.
Drunk in the better actually.
If it's a little bit out of tune, it really gets the point across that much better.
Here we go.
Ah, fuck off: don't say I'd do the same Getting off without an ounce of shame
And you know, I just want to love you, but it's so hard
I just want to love you, but it's so hard. Hey, hey
Private school kids, life is so simple, but it's so hard
Born on a third base, thought they hit a triple, but it's so hard. Yeah, hey
Private school kids, life is so simple, but it's so hard
He was born on third base, thought they hit a triple. Yeah
Private school kids, life is so simple, but it's so hard
Born on third base, thought they hit a triple
He got the spirit right there.
We're going to play another new songs for you guys.
Now, give me some boys.
Give it up sounds like, yeah.
It sounds like I'm following God in this song.
It sounds like I'm walking in a Saint Peter's Cathedral in this song.
It sounds like I'm having a conversation with the man upstairs in this song.
But I'll tell you the truth of it.
The truth of it is, this song is just about an old communist guy named Pete, okay, and he's an old friend of mine.
It goes like this.
I was getting desperate, Yes I was, yes I was
A couple bad days had turned into months, into months
I stumbled in saint Peter's Cathedral.
There I was
I never tried religion, but man, I'd try anything once
You know how it goes.
And you were smiling, You were wearing a t-shirt
from a rally in 1992
If you know it, help me out.
Here we go.
When the rain starts coming down.
Oh yeah
A little rain ain't bringing me down.
When the rain starts coming down
Oh yeah.
A little rain ain't bringing me down, yeah
Well he said, "Now let's meet in the morning, get some sleep so you can clear
your head.
" The morning sun had the sidewalk
scorching, yes it did.
So you knew the clouds be rolling in 5 or 6, at 5 or 6pm
And at the diner, where I broke down crying.
Well Pete said, nice, "You got a friend in me"
When the rain starts coming down.
A little rain ain't bringing me down
When the rain starts coming down.
A little rain ain't bringing me down
The chapters of your life, might take you by surprise
and the last plot twist, I never saw it coming
But don't rush, just take your time and know I'm by your side
and when you're good, we'll hit the ground running
Running, running
I'm running on empty.
I said, "Pete, man, I'm running on empty"
I said, "Pete, I'm running on empty.
" I said, "Pete, man, I've been running
on empty.
" I said, "Pete, I'm running on empty." I said,
"Pete, man, I'm running on empty.
" I said, "Pete, I'm running on empty"
I said, "Pete, I'm having a bad hair day right now"
When the rain starts coming down.
Oh yeah, everybody
A little rain ain't bringing me down.
When the rain starts coming down
Oh yeah.
Brooklyn here we go, A little rain ain't bringing me down
A little rain... fuck. Oh yeah. Timmy boy. A little rain ain't bringing me... When the rain starts coming down oh yeah
A little rain ain't bringing me down.
When the rain starts coming down
Oh yeah.
A little rain ain't bringing me down
Ah, hold up on everything I'm not, he said, "Look around at everything
that we've got now.
" Yeah. I said, yeah. Ooh
Here we go.
Yeah.
We're putting on this record in August, and when Baeble invited us to come down, they said we got this dope courtyard in Brooklyn and we were like, you know, because were just a bunch of Canadian boys.
We just said, "Brooklyn, that sounds pretty cool with us.
" Now, this is an amazing venue.
We got the skyline behind us here and the other thing is we need to fucking learn how these songs.
There's a period of adjustment when you're putting on new record.
You got to learn how to play them.
So we're gonna play another new song.
It's actually coming out at midnight tonight this one.
This one's called "Making Due.
" When I heard, no I wasn't surprised.
Could've said it was a long time coming
Now you beg for some, compromise.
You're offering nothing
And by now, you must understand making due with what I've been given
Read the past on the palm of my hand.
A few chapters
I think that you're missing.
So I'm wondering where can we go now
And I'm wondering where can we go now
When I heard no, I wasn't surprised.
Shadows long and the pain gets numbing
Years ago, you left me behind.
You left the place gutted
And lined up, you stand and command.
Streets are lined with satellite dishes
I skin my knees and I cut my hands.
I got a pulse, but there's a few beats
missing.
And I'm wondering where can we go now
And I'm wondering where can we go now
I run from the past, but it's gaining on me. I thought we made a deal
You were crossing your fingers.
So I'm wondering where can we go now
The rules came from your daddy's daddy.
They were grandfathered in
You forgot pretty fast, you act like a past didn't happen
So you, empty out your pockets
And you said, all the money's been spent and you don't come around to this part
of town until it's burning.
Man, what did you expect?
You made some promises that need to be kept
Now I feel like I've been here before, I'm sitting on the bus
I'm lost and alone, I feel the pain, it's a highway away
Another city in flames, in flames, in flames
So I'm wondering where can we go now? And I'm wondering where can we go now
I run from the past, but it's gaining on me
I thought, we made a deal.
You were crossing your fingers
So I'm struggling with this weight that's been passed down
Oh yeah. Oh yeah
Is it a bit of a festival song? We are good time, we played Bonnaroo a couple of weeks ago down here.
We played Firefly last weekend, we had a good time with Firefly.
There's dust all over of our equipment right now as a result.
This songs about going to a music festival.
This song's about my old friend, Dave.
My other old friend, Fiona.
The relationship was entirely platonic until Hillside music festival one weekend.
They found themselves in a tent at 3:00 in the morning, and then on Monday it was kind of awkward, but you can get over it.
It goes like this.
Beating the drum all night or dancing naked round a fire
I was leaving trouble behind, I was swimming in the water
We found the tent with the flashlight, we were looking out for a hide out
And we are praying for no strings, sometimes you get tied down
And I never thought that this would happen
And you got all weird after the weekend
Sometimes you make out with an old friend
And I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second
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Here we go.
All right back to my natural state.
Fuck it's us.
Well she could never hold her tongue much
and when I bit her lip hard expecting some review like: what was it
Two out of five stars.
But in a moment she revealed that she was no different
We were just kids nervous breathing.
Show me some forgiveness, here we go
And I never thought that this would happen
And you got all weird after the weekend Sometimes you make out with an old
friend.
And I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second
And if you don't know, then I don't know how these things go
Ooh.
That's the mating call in the wild.
Ooh.
A lot more vocals squeeze in.
Now in your wooly socks and Birkenstocks "What would they say about us?"
At the hour of the evening rest assured, the night will carry on without us
But if we have to play one card we say we both blacked out
And my friends they seem to trust, they believe this, they believe it
they believe it.
And I never thought that this would happen
And you got all weird after the weekend.
Sometimes you make out with an old
friend.
And I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second
If you don't know, then I don't know how these things go
Ooh.
Oh, la, la, la. Oh, la, la, la
Oh, la, la, la.
Oh, la, la, la, Oh, la, la, la. Oh, la, la, la
All I want to say, all I want to say.
All I want to do in you
Just working those church gospel harmonies.
All together boys.
And I never thought that this would happen
And you got all weird after the weekend.
Sometimes you make out with your old
friend.
It happens.
And I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into, I'm sliding
I'm sliding.
And I never thought that this would happen
And you got all weird after the weekend. After the weekend
And Sometimes you make out with Dave, FIona. Dave, Fiona
And I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into, I'm sliding, I'm sliding into sun
What about... Oh what, oh what, oh what am I to do
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And if you don't know, then I don't know how these things go
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thank you.
Guys, thank you very much for being here with us.
This is a really an awesome night.
It's unusual, and for this last song, the bunch of those shits breaking on us right now.
So were just going to come out to you right now.
We're going to do a little sing along here.
They'd tell them to me and pull photos up
They're all connected like a pair of handcuffs
No one seemed effected that everyone is fucked
But there was a softness, some kind of understanding
Those 2a.
m.
decisions are always shaking landings
No one ever knew what could be demanded. Maybe it's the cards
the cards that she was handed.
You called me up from a pay phone
I said hang tight, I can drive you home.
I pulled on up and with a southern
accent I offered you my dad's leather jacket. Yeah, right
I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work
Complained that the regular were all a bunch of jerks
She always looked tired but she dazzled as a drunk
She even pulled off that stupid haircut
She said "I don't need a sponsor or the best lover
Some man that sees me as some fixer-upper." The last few years
I've been running for cover trying to sleep so I can visit my mother
You called me up from a pay phone.
I said hang tight, I can drive you home
I pulled on up and with a southern accent I offered you my dad's
leather jacket.
When times were tough in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere.
And now you're back and just unpacking
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting
In September when it goes off, like some goddamn alarm clock
And it hits her like a third shot, conversations she just stares off
There's no longer a voice calling when she goes out, saying
"I'll be up waiting for you.
" Here we go. You called me up from a pay phone
I said hang tight, I can drive you home.
I pulled on up and with a southern
accent I offered you my dad's leather jacket
When times were tough in the worst years we never knew how to interfere
And now you're back and just unpacking.
Those bruised up takers you keep
attracting.
You called me up from a pay phone
You guys go.
Ooh.
You called me up from a pay phone.
Ooh. You called me up from a pay phone
Ooh.
You called me up from a pay phone.
And I said who the fuck uses a pay phone
Endorsing a good punchline in a song.
All right, we'll see you in September.
We'll be back.

Artist Bio

Its a weird time to be a rock band right now, observes Max Kerman, the singer, guitarist, and chief songwriter for the Arkells. I just feel like rock has gotten so conservative and doesnt know where to go. To be honest, I dont really listen to a lot of rock music right now.

Thats not a radical statement for your average twenty-something in this EDM-dominated era, but its a bit surprising coming from a guitar-slinging guy whose band seemingly personifies a certain old-school, ethic. Hailing from the gritty industrial outpost of Hamilton, Ontario, the Arkells have notched four Juno Awards and a gold record on their sweat-rusted belts, proving theres still a place for passionate, no-bullshit rock 'n soul in the mainstream. (In 2015, they were the most-played band on Canadian alt-rock radio.) But the groups new album, Morning Report, betrays a more irreverent, adventurous ethos that more readily recalls the cut-and-paste approach of hip-hop beatmakers than the plug-and-play attack of a live rock band, with click-tracked rhythms, subliminal samples, electronic pulses, and sax and violins threaded into the richly textured mix.

Certainly, this is the Arkells most eclectic album to date, from the piano-pounded, California Love-schooled swagger of Private School to the silver-lined break-up song My Hearts Always Yours, the sort of ascendant, blood-pumping anthem you can easily imagine sparking an arena full of waving illuminated smartphones. But if the Arkells have mostly scrubbed away the surface soot of their Hamilton-spawned sound, lyrically, Kermans songwriting hits even closer to home.

A lot of the songs are about me and characters in my life: my friends, my parents, my girlfriend, Kerman says. And a lot of times, theyre songs about what happened the night before. So thats why its called Morning Report: you text your friend the next day and its like, 'Give me the morning report!

But Morning Report balances tales of last nights debauchery with more sobering examinations of a time in life that doesnt get much play in rock music: your late-twenties. Its the phase when all your friends start getting married, your parents suddenly decide to get divorced, and long-distance relationships hit their shit-or-get-off-the-pot breaking point. But while melancholic, meditative ballads like Passenger Seat and Come Back Home provide unflinching portraits of marriages on the brink of collapse, rousing, soul-powered sing-alongs like A Little Rain pay poignant tribute to the friendships that help you through the tough times, and provide that much-needed shoulder to cry on.

Thats another thing thats so conservative about white-guy indie rock, says Kerman. What makes Drake so awesome is he just puts all his emotions right on the table for you to see. All of these songs and stories come from a genuine place for me.

The morning reports we get from our friends may arrive through smartphone screens, but the songs on Morning Report all chronicle face-to-face interactionswith all the intimacy, intensity and awkwardness they entail.

This is our weirdest, funniest, saddest record yet, Kerman concludes. And therefore, our most honest one, too.

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