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City of Sound is NOW AVAILABLE!.

  • The Revivalists new album City of Sound currently available at therevivalists.com, get it here.
  • Produced by renowned Producer/Saxophonist Ben Ellman whose recent projects also include Galactic’s Ya-Ka-May and Carnivale Electricos, and Trombone Shorty’s Backatown and For True.
  • Mixed by Mikael Eldrige aka COUNT whose mixing credits include The Rolling Stones, Radiohead, No Doubt, DJ Shadow and Frank Sinatra.
  • “When I Die” track exclusive premiere on Paste Magazine
  • Music video for “Criminal” exclusive premiere on Paste Magazine – watch it here

We approached Ben Ellman to produce a handful of songs for us in December 2010. In our five days at the Music Shed studio in New Orleans we ended up laying down the ten basic tracks for the whole album. The next year was spent on mixing and post-production, juggling overdub dates and remixes with the producers’ and our busy schedules. We are very happy with the final product. We believe this is our most sonically adventurous studio effort to date. We are proud to present City of Sound and even more excited to continue touring and making more music.

-The Revivalists

What they’re saying about City of Sound:

“The Revivalists seem to be the next up-and-coming rock ‘n’ roll band from the Crescent City. Their live shows have an inviting energy, and they have a new recording, City of Sound, that combines the energy of their concerts with studio touches courtesy of the band and producer Ben Ellman (Galactic, Trombone Shorty, Gypsyphonic Disko, New Orleans Klezmer All-Stars). The album has a dirty sound to it, with a grungy distortion in the tracks that gives them a greater power and depth. It allows instruments to sound like things they aren’t, with horns sounding like synthesizers and vice versa. Is it live or looping when the lead track, “When I’m Able,” features a repeated single-note guitar riff and four-note horn riff?”   -Offbeat Magazine

“The Revivalists is probably the number one band who, when we play one of their tracks, people ask “Hey – who’s that?” They are also in the top three Southern bands that folks we know have picked to make it big…Their new release, City of Sound, shows growth in the depth of their songs.  It benefits from Galactic saxophonist Ben Ellman’s production, much as the last two Galactic and Trombone Shorty albums have… It’ll be on our short list of “Best Southern Albums of 2012.” – Mod Mobilian

Lyrics:

 

When I’m Able
(Shaw/Gekas/Feinberg/Campanelli/Ingraham/Williams)

When the night comes and I’m able
I could see you across the table
You’re a shooting star staring at me
I’m paranoid now why are you laughing?
So I called you just to call you
I’m on a roll now still looking for you
Looking out that window pane
I feel the soft rain I’m going down the drain
It’s washing me away
That’s why I called you just to call you
It’s not like I left you at the altar
Got to get this boulder off our shoulder
And make this load here a little bit lighter

If you got something left to say
Would you could you see me

In the daylight you’re a mystery
I catch a cool glimpse and let it stone me
When are we coming closer to what this could be
Somehow I feel a little bit further
Further from the truth it’s not typical
I feel invisible some days I’m miserable
So if you ever want to see me
Just take a load off wild and free

If you got something left to say
Would you could you see me
Because I see you when I am able
Yes I see you

When the truth came out it was you

David Shaw: Vocals Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys, Trumpet

 

When I Die
(Campanelli)

When it’s late at night and dark as hell
Where I’m going to well you know damn well
I ain’t got nobody else to blame
Cause you know it’s my fault and ain’t it a shame

The pearly locks on the pearly gates
ain’t just for show make no mistake
Can nothing I do in this life of sin
make it up enough to ever get me in

So when I die I know in my life
I ain’t done things well, tried to do things right
It’s been a long dark road and try as I might
I can’t make it any closer to the golden light

I’m a long lost soul meant to toil all day
Inmate of my mind, with nothing to say
You can’t break those chains so let them be
I’m not the one who ever held this key
There’s one thing that I know for sure
No matter what I do, there is no cure
For the things I’ve said, the things I’ve done
There’s only one chance it’s his only son

So when I die I know in my life
I ain’t done things well tried to do things right
It’s been a long dark road and try as I might
I can’t make it any closer to the golden light

I’m close to the edge I lit my soul on fire
So when I die I know in my life
I ain’t done things well tried to do things right
It’s been a long dark road and try as I might
I can’t make it any closer to the golden light
I’m close to the edge and holding on
All I can do is set my soul on fire with the golden light

David Shaw: Vocals Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys, Trumpet

 

Upright
(Campanelli)

You broke my heart to save our one true chance to grow old year-by-year
Forever we’re dancing away a summer’s night without all the rain
You can rely on me honey I’ll always remain
You’re confident you know you’re my best friend
You’re the thoughts in my mind that I can’t comprehend
Like you and me living two worlds so departed
Forever you’re the only one who’ll mend my heart

Lie on the ceiling stare up at the floor
Fall upstairs to answer quiet knocks on my back door
There’s water in the streets and roots in the sky
Wind blows away my mind I’m up all night
The earth don’t spin unless I’m by your side
One day together babe we’ll flip the world upright
We’re gonna flip the world upright

Don’t speed to find me babe but don’t you drive slow
I’ll be here waiting in the place that you know
Shoes hang in windows and no one knows my name
Now that you’re gone I’m the only one to blame
For a heart that hardened with each shortening breath
The undeserved tears that your blue eyes wept
That seeped into the cracks I carved in the ground and
Slowly but surely tipped our world up side down

Lie on the ceiling stare up at the floor
Fall upstairs to answer quiet knocks on my back door
There’s water in the streets and roots in the sky
Wind blows away my mind I’m up all night
The earth don’t spin unless I’m by your side
One day together babe we’ll flip the world upright
We’re gonna flip the world upright

Don’t deny it, in your diary I saw you wrote how you still love me
The imprint of the words that have all been erased Fifth line, third page
You want to see me as I do you
You wish it felt the way it used to
And I can tell you it’s coming soon

David Shaw: Vocals Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar, Acoustic Guitar Percussion Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar
George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys

 

Pretty Photograph
(Shaw)

We broke out the hounds
Track them down, track them down, track them down
And lock them up pound for pound
Eye for an eye I’ve come to know
In the city the city of sound

Timeless is how long you’ll sing
When you’re not with the one in your dreams
She sends her love for me to see
A pretty photograph to my telephone screen

Well I really don’t know what time will tell
I never grew up I’ve never been in jail
I’ve seen the inside of a cinder block cell
With eyes rolled back in head oh well
It’s been a long time coming I’m proud to say
I know what it takes to greet a sunny day
You keep on pushing those clouds away
While your knocking on wood every goddamn day

Timeless is how long you’ll sing
When you’re not with the one in your dreams
She sends her love for me to see
A pretty photograph to my telephone screen

I really don’t know what time will tell
I never grew up I’ve never been in jail
I’ve seen the inside of a cinder block cell
With eyes rolled back in head oh well
It’s been a long time coming, I’m proud to say
I know what it takes to greet a sunny day
You keep on pushing those clouds away
While your knocking on wood every god damn day
Timeless is

David Shaw: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar Rich Vogel: Keys
John Michael Rouchell: Acoustic.Guitar Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Electric Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar
George Gekas: Bass Rob Ingraham: Saxophone, Vocals

 

Navigate Below
(Feinberg)

The sun itself is colorblind
To the light it’s putting out somehow

I watched it pass as a rider
Gaze away from the seat
Digital map live driver
Stomach’s full head is hungry

The women of the highway do their best to get by
My best is unrealized
The worst is when the best goes untried
You can call it fear of failure, dying to succeed
The wind blows at closed windows
The billboards advertise their greed

Take a look at my outlet
Lend your ear to the beat
You think you heard something
It’s just the jingling of my spare key

We can work it out
We’re not heroes no
Look up to the sky
Navigate Below

The thrills sought after
They are numerous now
You can find them in the ether in any part of any town
In any heart that’s crooked or straight
In the sunlit hours or when it’s late
Wander the prism
Witness the schism
See the Yin-Yang cousins dancing Buddha rhythm

Feel the sheet rock rattle below
See the confidence surely grow
With an army of days reflected through the haze
Wisdom will accumulate.

We can work it out
We’re not heroes no
Look up to the sky
Navigate Below

David Shaw: Vocals, Tambourine Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitars Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Trumpet

 

Criminal
(Shaw/Williams)

Hello…can anyone hear me?
I can’t believe you came undone that’s not your style
I’m the only one who ever believed in you
I always saw you through
the toughest of times that’s my style
You were broke
you were tired
you were cold
you were living a lie friend
and I’ll be with you till the end
Is this all a con and lie?

I’m a criminal I do this everyday
I take the low road
I roam the highways
Maybe we’ll meet again
Maybe we’ll die today
Maybe we’ll live forever never throw this love away

Hello… am I coming in clear girl?
Take a look in the mirror
I know you don’t like what you see
Slip away slip away
for a moment, not a day
It’s all right child
I’ll hide you in the safe and sound
But I never like that side
you know because

I’m a criminal
I do this everyday
I take the low road
I roam the highways
Maybe we’ll meet again
Maybe we’ll die today
Maybe we’ll live forever, never throw this love away

Hello, do you think that you’re able
To sit at my table, and speak with the right kind of mind
It’s all just a dream so clean what you clean and be dirty
I get a feeling that the lows are chasing the highs down
They hide in the safe and sound
There will come a day when the night will be ours
you know because

I’m a criminal
I do this everyday
I take the low road
I roam the highways
Maybe we’ll meet again
Maybe we’ll die today
Maybe we’ll live forever, never throw this love away

I’m a criminal
I throw this love away
I do this everyday

David Shaw: Vocals Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar
George Gekas: Bass Rob Ingraham: Saxophone

 

Chase’s House
(Shaw/Feinberg/Campanelli)

You pick me up, you put me down
Although you never made a sound
I’m living natural feeling free
So I drift away, thinking in blurred photographs
All the way to the mansion of my mind
You push buttons I pull weight
Every single day
You’re a fool to think I’d waste, and throw this all away
Spending all this time
Weighs heavy on my dime
Everyday, I ain’t got a second to waste

Well I know I’m no fun
When I’m moping like the pope
Humming Otis in the rain
These arms of mine will hold up hope
And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know

You pick me up, you put me down
And still we’re wrapped up in the love
That’s always hung around
Tell me is this all a dream
Swimming the unconscious stream
That flows into the mansion of my mind
Let there be light
Let there be longing for a better way of life
It’s not neurotic it’s melodic when we’re struggling
Hanging from the fallen string
Unraveling the fabric of my time

Well I know I’m no fun
When I’m moping like the pope
Humming Otis in the rain
These arms of mine will hold up hope
And I can’t tell if I’m owed, or do I owe
So I’ll put that on the list of all the things I’ll never know

Ben Ellman: iPad Funkbox Beat David Shaw: Vocals
Andrew Campanelli: Drums Zack Feinberg: Guitar Cara Burns: additional hand claps
Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys, Trumpet

 

Masquerade
(Shaw)

It’s a masquerade
with all the troops out on parade
Up till now we’ve saved
Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
that could’ve ever been made
Riding tall on a ten foot bicycle
Feeling small when I passed by city hall
I caught a glimpse of the night mayor dressed in black
taking nips from a flask filed with cognac
With the memory of R.C.N speckled in trash
I made a mad-hatter dash for the Frenchman stash
I hope a couple grams will last
Because there’s four lungs puffin’ mama you can do the math

It’s a masquerade
with all the troops out on parade
Up till now we’ve saved
Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
That could’ve ever been made

Look at us now
Riding on the rooftops letting it out
You could have the same
We could be as one
We could find a solution in the sun

Now I’m breathing into you
And I don’t even know your name
If my breath’s enough to save your life
Why won’t it stop all these games?
Politicians playing with all of our minds
Wrecking all of our lives
They’re like blind surgeons in the dark
Their blue pens are scalpels in disguise
It’s a masquerade
Insecurity guard, there’s a force at the border
That won’t be let on

It’s a masquerade
with all the troops out on parade
Up till now we’ve saved
Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
That could’ve ever been made
Look at us now
Riding on the rooftops letting it out
You could have the same
We could be as one
We could find a solution in the sun
I don’t need to fall into all your lies
It’s all I see for you and I
I’m in a dream I’m holding on
I’ll be here you’ll be gone
Hurry, hurry, hurry I need you now
In the dark we find the sound

David Shaw: Vocals, Guitar Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys, Trumpet

 

Up In The Air
(Shaw)

Joanie packed her bags
Made sure to bring her mate’
Told her mom and dad that
She never met nobody else
Quite like lee
He moved down from Oregon in the rain
Established a connection with an underground king
They’ll have it all, in the blink of an eye
I’m the only one who knows how this happened all so fast
We both grew up together
I thought I knew this love would last
Guess I was wrong, Heaven song, goodness gone
In the blink of an eye

She’s a very pretty girl
With a magnolia smile
In this white wedding world
It only takes a little while
To get what you want
When no one’s looking in

There’s a river running through
The backwoods of her brain
It brought a rapid fast delivery
Of aqua colored pain, that no one could see
Pity please, pretty please goes on in the night
They’re trading places, they’re missing faces
Their wanted poster’s on the wall
They’re keeping pace with
Two hopped up hippies in the Superdome
Mama calling on the phone, when you coming home?

She’s a very pretty girl
With a magnolia smile
In this white wedding world
It only takes a little while
To get what you want
When no one’s looking in
Go get what you want
When no one’s looking in

So I keep an eye out for the bright searchlight
I swear I’ll never let you down again
And if we try with all our mite
Maybe we can reach the shore again

But there’s something in the air
That’s keeping me up, and I know why…

So I keep an eye out for the bright searchlight
I swear I’ll never let you down again
And if we try with all our might
Maybe we can reach the shore again
I’ve searched for you all my life
Stealing in those backwood halls again
It’s up in the air the feelings we shared
I never know just where to begin

David Shaw: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone, Vocals

 

BTBD
(Shaw/Williams)

Hello my friend
Are you happy with what you see?
I know that things aren’t right between you and me
Under the scope, I’ve done all that I can
And I have been watched by many of jealous men

Who are you?

This one goes out to all my fallen friends
I know that we’ll all be together in the end
So hold your loved ones close
For forever and a day
I know only god can tell when we’ll be washed away

Who are you?
Who are you still inside of me?
Who are you still in love with me?
I told you so…

All that she needs is a banker, a toy, a boy and a dress
All that he needs is a lock on the door
Some love in his heart to fill this hole in his chest
You could be the love, I could be the fight
We could say forever, staying up all night
This is about as low as I could be tonight
You could be the love, I could be the fight

Who are you?

Who are you still inside of me?
Who are you still in love with me?
My place is cold, I’ve been up all night
I’m alone, but it’s alright
Is it in the air?
I feel it in the air

I’ve said it too many times
The places I go could white out your eyes like the color of snow
The rain or the sun could never prepare you
For the seduction that comes with a fare
Hot fire sex in the third degree
Burning blunts, blowing lines, popping ecstasy
I’m free from their world
It had its hooks in me
Still a fish out of water, but now I can breath
All that she needs
A banker, a toy, a boy and a dress
It’s all that she needs

David Shaw: Vocals, Guitar Andrew Campanelli: Drums
Zack Feinberg: Guitar, Banjo Ed Williams: Pedal Steel Guitar George Gekas: Bass
Rob Ingraham: Saxophone Michael Girardot: Keys, Trumpet