Last Year's Junk

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1 Mercury [White Mud Free Way] 3:51 $1.49 Buy
2 Adele [White Mud Free Way] 4:30 $1.49 Buy
3 Sneeze [White Mud Free Way] 2:39 $1.49 Buy
4 Painkiller [White Mud Free Way] 4:18 $1.49 Buy
5 Tumbleweeds [White Mud Free Way] 2:31 $1.49 Buy
6 Headless Body In A Topless Bar [White Mud Free Way] 4:49 $1.49 Buy
7 Near Star [White Mud Free Way] 2:41 $1.49 Buy
8 Bar Code [White Mud Free Way] 3:55 $1.49 Buy
9 Mr. Messenger [White Mud Free Way] 3:30 $1.49 Buy
10 Nine Hours Back [White Mud Free Way] 3:32 $1.49 Buy

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Last Year’s Junk was conceived in Terence’s bare-bones basement studio in Park Slope, Brooklyn. The band learned by trial and error, recording songs as they were being written and slowly honing in on their own sound. Everything was fair game, as their varied influences—from hip-hop to lo-fi rock, art-noise to American standards—surfaced in the songs that would eventually make up the album. The result is a diverse 10-track collection, painstakingly produced though still a bit rough around the edges, with catchy hooks and engaging lyrics. In the tradition of Beck and Yo La Tengo, Last Year’s Junk wanders from genre to genre, but holds together to form a mosaic that’s groovy and distinctive.

"White Mud Free Way is Terence Bernardo and Mari Solivan. They actually formed at the urging of turntable impresario Kid Koala, Solivan's solo tracks, such as the album-closing straight alt-country of "Nine Hours Back" show she's got a strong, lustful voice, slightly evocative of a less-polished Natalie Merchant or a more confident Cat Power. The album begins with "Mercury", a somewhat somber minor-key pop number built atop a loose-limbed rhythm track redolent of early Soul Coughing (complete with a rubbery bassline and jazzy drumming), the entire album is full of strong moments that add up to a collective wallop of a debut. Every time you think you have them pegged, they pull something else out of their wonderful kit bags and make you smile."