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New Chroma

by MAN'S BODY

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    Man's Body's third studio album, NEW CHROMA, out now. This 140g LP features striking cover artwork by Wesley Kimler, a two-sided 12"x12" insert with liner notes, lyrics and photos, and is limited to 200 copies.

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1.
DARK HORSE MATTER LYRICS It’s a dark, dark horse Of love off the course Dream to sleep to door Too late waking So hot surely Drove curly and whirly Stars on the killing floor Bodies shaking Picked him like a candy cane Striped up loudly and insane Boldly made for you Times two, all codes broken Took a dark horse bet Pain and regret Bodies rolling on the floor All hands quaking Picked him like a candy cane Striped up loudly and insane Boldly made for you Times two, all codes broken What the hell did he do now? Pissing up a rope in the rain Guess it’s all in the game This dark horse matter (Going down a chewable road) Heavy blood pressure (Now we all are in the fold) This dark horse matter (Dying on an unknown road) Heavy blood pressure Undoing was foretold Dark horse Picked him like a candy cane Striped up loudly and insane Boldly made for you Times two, all codes broken What the hell did he do now? Pissing up a rope in the rain Boldly hyped, no guts Guess it’s all in the game This dark horse matter (Dying down a chewable road) Heavy blood pressure (Now we all are in the fold) This dark horse matter (Dying on an unknown road) Heavy blood pressure Dead as fool’s gold Dark horse
2.
Force Quit 03:30
FORCE QUIT LYRICS You batted your eyes I battered my soul I took a ride Now I gotta go Your lips like honey Your hips like snow I buried all the flowers Now I gotta go Took the chicken exit You won't change my mind Force Quit Force Quit Force Quit Oh Force Quit Force Quit Force Quit Now it's all through the fucking roof Don't care about your cryin' or Your mixed-up funky news You’re still a special person I gotta float Ship needs a captain Here comes the rescue boat I'm in the pole position Final lap around Force Quit Force Quit Force Quit Oh It's either me or you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you I took the chicken exit You won't change my mind Force Quit Force Quit Force Quit It's either me or you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you
3.
SWEET WISDOM TRUTH LYRICS I’m in a helpless trap Constant cravings for crap Pushed from here to there Wondering if I really care Really rocked my rocking chair When did I stop caring? Lying about the abscess in the news Infection spreading computer pews What the fuck do I do? In the middle of the room Just sit here drowning grounding Catch a breath or death Final thoughts on rotten fruit Surgery and the truth Eyes dots gone given the boot Extraction causing sweet wisdom truth Wounded bison released stealing heavy sheep Demand rewards for those who sacrificed their sleep No toxic streams Had beat it Had to bleed it To defeat it I need sweet wisdom truth To get, get, get me through Eyes dots gone given the boot Extraction causing sweet wisdom truth Na na na na na na (4x) I need sweet wisdom truth To get, get, get me through Final Thoughts on rotten fruit Surgery needs sweet wisdom truth Na na na na na na (3x)
4.
WILLFULLY WRONG LYRICS You are willfully blind This isn’t the time Maybe you hate yourself We are of this world We have not a choice I am willfully wrong Getting murdered, getting gonged Absolutely free To be you And you be me Romance is dead Love is all dread Why try Why try I’ll tell you why A flicker to keep alive In a hurricane of strange and evil days You are willfully blind This isn’t the time Maybe you love yourself We are not of this world We make it up as we go along We are willfully wrong Getting beat up in the streets Put us under a bag or a sheet All romance is dead Love is blood red Why try Why try I won’t tell you why Forget it I won’t tell you why Burn the whole thing down
5.
THE TRANSACTIONAL LYRICS Gimme something good I’ll give you something in kind We don’t know what we might be doing It escapes my mind Ours is not for debating I’m at a cellphone store The connection is fading We don’t talk anyway anymore Put ‘er there Fair and square House holds the full house I only got one pair chorus Everything is painful When all you know is pain It’s the favorite cocktail Of the bleeding insane chorus Do you ever ponder What greases your gears? I wish you could wonder Like I have for years There’s no ‘U’ in me There’s no me and you A brief history Is all bullets to you
6.
TALKIN' TO LARRY LYRICS I could really go for a nice cup of coffee right now I think it's going to rain today We watch the El go by We watch the pigeons fly And feed them McDonald's fries I could really go for a nice can of Old Style right now I think I'm going to jump off a bridge today We watch the kids smoke crack While I scratch Larry's back He dreams of a Big Mac Larry used to be Polish He used to work in a lamp factory I says, Hey Larry, why don't you make me a lamp some time? He says he'll make me a big red one Larry's a nice old gent but you don't want to get too close to him If you get too close to him he just might mistake you for a friend If you get too close to him his smell might wear off on your clothes But if you get too close to him you just might see yourself In the wrinkles in his face Ohh! But I'm just talkin' to Larry! I'm just talkin' to, I'm just talkin' to Larry I'm just talkin' to, I'm just talkin' to Larry
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8.
CALL THE GAME LYRICS You wanna call the game Can’t see the ball no more it’s getting late Can’t see the glove in front in front in front of my face Call the game because it’s getting late Grab a base let’s get this straight It’s bad when the moon illuminates the big-eared pitcher’s braces If there was more light we’d lose but since there’s not I guess we gotta choose Get out of the batter’s box Have mercy mercy mercy have mercy Come on Come on This game is tied up you know Let’s call this one off – let’s go We have seen the light and now let’s go home Say someone won and someone lost, it’s alright with me Come on! Call this game, call the game, call the game, Call the game, have mercy on us Call the game, call the game, game! Boston Cleveland Frisco D.C. ATL L.A. Dodgers for you and me Angels too Dallas Toronto San Diego Two Chicagos Miami Houston Seattle St. Louis Milwaukee Minneapolis Denver New York, New York, New York, New York! My game My game My game St Louis Seattle Minneapolis Denver Pittsburgh Tampa Bay Baltimore and Philadelphia Cincinnati Phoenix Oakland Call the Game! Call the game! Detroit Kansas City Call the game call the game Call the game You better call the game I wanna call the game I said you gotta call the game Have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy Have mercy mercy mercy on us, Come on! Call the Game! Call the Game! Call the Game! Call the Game! Call the Game! 11th inning 12th inning 13th inning 14th inning 15th inning 16th inning 17th inning 18th inning 19th inning Ah fuck, call the game! Have mercy on us, mercy on us, call the game Boston Boston Boston
9.
Easy Sippin' 03:48
EASY SIPPIN' LYRICS There was something I saw today, easy sippin’ Was a guy in the airport bar and he was slipping A younger man didn’t have to, but he gave his seat to him All eyes were smiling Whoever said empathy is in short supply? That’s not right People like you help me to see We can’t deny what we really need I got your number I got your number I got your number Rolling down Here comes the dawning rain Honest and new refrain To wrap around my brain A new understanding And we are told empathy is in short supply That’s not right, no I got your number I got your number I got your number Rolling down
10.
Finishing Up 03:27
FINISHING UP LYRICS La petit, le grande, le mort Offer up your bland retort Last screw is the last resort Just a minute – hon, I’m done Except I don’t walk away from this one Death and love are such good fun This’ll turn your brown eyes black Reconstitute what we must lack Cut me off about a year of slack I’m finishing up now Pardon my mess now Scatter my matter all over the sheets The bed banged the wall to the beat When you rode me like a steed Every little death you’re freed, girl The youngest yankers all agree There’s nothing left here worth to see There’s a reason it’s all free The whole world spins on a dime I’d dislike you in five minutes’ time Dying bodies in sexual prime I’m finishing up now Pardon my French now Launch my body into the sea I can’t believe that we’re gonna die…

about

The record that you hold in your hands right now is the document of a journey. It’s a record in the literal sense that it’s a diary of a five-year deep-dive into our own artistic process, an artifact to summarize time itself. Between 2018 and 2023 we traveled all over, and the album reflects if not embodies this. Recorded at four different studios scattered across LA, New York and Chicago, we cloudbusted sonic magic and mayhem wherever our wanderlust found us. We met wonderful people. In NYC we played with our late brother-in-arms Hamish Kilgour at the Glove, the storied DIY space in Bushwick, since no more – a memorable night, not just for Marco drinking wormwood whiskey and jumping off the stage into the crowd, but also for the precious time we got to spend with Hamish, unbeknownst to us the last time I’d ever see him until his passing late last year. And so this album is dedicated to his spirit and his memory.

Other moments flicker across my mind’s silver screen. Tracking Jack Rudy’s unhinged harmonica on “The Transactional” in LA. For the roaring feedback, I requested from Bush the most microphonic guitar in the place. The spontaneous jam in a studio in Queens that turned out to be “Call the Game,” through which Greg somehow ends up divining the eventual World Series winners. Days and nights tracking in Chicago with the genius Mike Hagler at the helm, who always knew what we wanted, sometimes before we did, like ESP. The album title comes from Michael Workman, who commented on some rough mixes I played for him that they sounded “like new chroma for you guys.” I agree, even though some of this new chroma had been percolating for a long time – I originally wrote “Can’t Go Home” and “Talkin’ to Larry” in the ‘80s when I was still a teenybopper. Then there’s a song like “Willfully Wrong,” which Greg sent me the lyric for during the COVID lockdown, asking for music, and within two hours I sent him back a finished demo.

But it remains that this group – and in particular this album – is in fact the fruition of decades of personal toil and frustration on my part, and so I couldn’t be happier these days with the chemistry and rapport that’s evolved between Greg & I and the scary talented musicians we’ve been lucky enough to be able to play and record with. Without them we’re sunk. With them we can kinda be the post-punk Steely Dan. We hope you get a kick out of this sonic diary as much as we do. Bring your own dance to it. Make sure everyone’s watching.
(J. Niimi / Aug 2023)

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credits

released September 1, 2023

ALBUM CREDITS

Greg Franco: voice
J. Niimi: guitar, vocals

~with~

Marco Obaya: guitar, vocals
Kaitlin Wolfberg: violin, pocket cello, synth, vocals
Dante Pascuzzo: guitar, Hammond organ, clavinet, double bass, vocals
Alfredo Ortiz: drums, congas, percussion, vocals
Gerald Dowd: drums, percussion, vocals
Marc Doten: bass, keyboard
Gordon Lysle Bash: bass
John Abbey: bass
Jeff McElroy: bass, vocals
Mike Hagler: keyboard
Jack Rudy: harmonica
Andy Creighton: guitar, vocals, arrangement

Recorded 2018-2023 at Kingsize Sound Labs in Chicago, IL by Mike Hagler, Comp-ny in Glendale, CA by Be Hussey with Adam Russell, Grandma’s Warehouse in Chatsworth, CA by Andrew Bush, and the KooP in Queens, NY by Matt Graff.

Mixed and mastered by Mike Hagler. Produced by Man’s Body.

Cover art: Non Sun Blob A by Wesley Kimler, courtesy of the artist. Photo by Wes Tabayoyong. Back cover art by Melanie Brown, courtesy of the artist. Photo by Kenan Hebert. Layout by John Kenzie.

Vinyl manufactured by Solid Merch in the Czech Republic. 1st pressing of 200 copies.

Published by Sofa Hablando Music, admin. by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP) and Regal Platypus Publishing, admin. by Songs of Heyday (BMI).

Thanks to Marco Obaya, Dante Pascuzzo, Alfredo Ortiz, Kaitlin Wolfberg, Gerald Dowd, Marc Doten, John Abbey, Jeff McElroy, Gordon Lysle Bash, Jack Rudy, Mike Hagler, Andrew Bush, Be Hussey, Adam Russell, Matt Graff, Goose Giese, Andy Creighton, Joe Berardi, Renee Travis, Matt Pittman, Harvey Kubernik, Wes Tabayoyong, James VanOsdol, Wesley Kimler, Melanie Brown, Dayna Feldman, John Kenzie, Jim Crombie, Dave Trumfio, Mike Watt, Craig Bechtel, CHIRP radio, Gallery Victor Armendariz, Michael Workman, Chris/Eyelids, Zander Schloss, Tom Carolan, Christine Franco, Jon Franco, Rose Ann Hall, Michelle Davis, and everyone who donated to our GoFundMe vinyl drive.

Dedicated to the beloved memory of Hamish Kilgour.

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Man's Body Chicago, Illinois

Five piece Chicago/LA collab. Formed in 2016. Released debut CD EP, 'Found', in 2017. 'Put Your Family In It' is our debut album. Man's Body is: Greg Franco, J. Niimi, Marco Obaya. (Plus friends.) Studioesque soft-punk. Stay Found.

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