Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchhiking Dead

by He Was Eaten By Owls

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Dillon Ethier
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Dillon Ethier Chamber math rock? It's math rock-y but with string and wind sections. Very interesting and good.
Audrey Yung
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Audrey Yung Some really good, seamless integration of math rock and classical/chamber, tender but unforgiving all at once, but also hopeful. Also love the integration of intersectional theory in the samples that emphasizes the intentions behind the project, and the poem references in the song titles. Rock on! Favorite track: Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchhiking Dead.
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He Was Eaten By Owls have been spreading their politically motivated blend of post-punk, chamber music and jazz to startled audiences for the last 3+ years, all the while alluding to a 'chamber-math opus of epic proportions' in the works.

That masterpiece has finally arrived, in the form of 'Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchhiking Dead', a non-stop onslaught of dextrous acoustic guitar, dancing string/wind arrangements and sudden dynamic & rhythmic changes over pulsing, groove laden drums.
Part funded by the Arts Council UK - who waived their usual suspicion of recording projects to support this game-changing piece of work - we here at Fu Inle Records can honestly say we have never had anything with the sheer scope and vision of this project on our hands before.

Recorded over the course of a year at House of Strange Studios, Fu Inle Studios and Unit 8c with some of the UK underground scene's top engineers - and featuring members of the London Symphony Orchestra, The Ginsberg Jukebox, Patchwork Natives, Colin Samurai, Exploder Than You and Sol Flare, as well as an awe inspiring collaboration with Komorebi Komorebi - the album dances nimbly and thoughtfully around subjects such as intersectional feminism, queer theory, class issues and other radical praxis.

Featuring artwork overseen by Swedish installation artist Henrik Potter and a small essay by feminist scholar Georgia Lassoff there's not a single part of this record that isn't a true offering - a true labour of love - and a particularly unique one in this modern time of quick fix, download-and-go consumerism.

With their roots in the anarchist UK squat scene, HWEBO defy genre specification almost completely as they stretch their angular, off-kilter noise into new, totally untouched territories; a new line of instrumental post-whatever music firmly footed in polyrhythmic counterpoint chamber composition, newly updated for the modern era with the addition of drums and amplified guitar.

No stone is left unturned - be it rich, heavy noise and glitchy electronica exploring queer issues and gender politics; a heartbreakingly emotive soundtrack-style tone-poem in solidarity with refugees; a choral filled ballad for murdered Brazilians; loose experimental jazz to depict the civil rights movement and artists of colour; poly-temporal ambient aleatoric music illustrating issues of class and social inequality; an expansive string drone relating to the mistreatment of the unwell or fast, technical acoustic mathematics representing the web-like reaches of intersectional feminist theory in modern society.

Limited to 500 cds, 250 vinyl, forever. Get them while you can, and enjoy the downloads free of charge always.

Some reviews:

echoesanddust.com/2016/04/he-was-eaten-by-owls-chorus-30-from-blues-for-the-hitchiking-dead/

"The composition’s blend of complex syncopation, jazz flourishes and revolutionary-punk orchestration turns what could have easily been an album with too many fingers in too many social-justice pies into a seamless and emotionally cohesive whole.
As a political statement, Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchiking Dead delivers its message clearly without ever feeling blunt, tortured or trivially obvious. As a rock album, it’s a brilliantly assembled blend of math-rock, jazz and chamber orchestration that sounds utterly unlike anything I’ve heard before."

www.tvisbetter.co.uk/hewaseatenbyowls/
"He Was Eaten By Owls was born out of London’s anarchist squat scene, and over the years honed a sound loosely described today as “chamber punk”. While this conjures up wonderful imagery of ruffs and mohawks, it does serve to encapsulate an anti-establishment cynicism, an inquisition of the status quo. While dormant in most, as e-petitions act the substitute for direct action, perhaps then this album should incite a call to arms.
Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchhiking Dead is a paragon of DIY culture, something to celebrate and aspire to. A retort to inequality, a guidebook for humanity."

musicallyfresh.com/2016/05/he-was-by-eaten-owls/
"He Was Eaten By Owls, of which I will from now on just refer to as Owls, are a self styled “Queer-Math/Chamber-Punk” band from London, who’s album Chorus 30 From Blues For The Hitchhiking Dead, of which I’ll refer to from here on out as Chorus, is an engaging plate of alphabetti spaghetti that uses the Post-Punk/Math-Rock playbook as a boomerang to unfortunately, whilst said boomerang is in the air, attempt to talk politics and Anarchist social movements touching on Race and Gender movements.
And if you are sighing at the name of both title and band because you’re scared of the whole thing being super-pretentious, then you’re actually wrong, semi-wrong, there are no flugelhorns after all."
(Disclaimer - there are flugelhorns)

credits

released March 25, 2016

Angela Jung - Violin
Sam Rolles-Rolles - Viola
Samara Ginsberg - Cello
Rhiannon Lock - Cello
Francesca Ter-Berg - Cello

Ben Sellers - Clarinet
Tom Morley - Trumpet / Flugelhorn
Emily Shapiro - Bass Clarinet

Tommy Peach - Bass (track vii)
Chris Sellers - Electronics (track vii)
Jenny Jones, Ellie Gvozden, Weezey Jane Melhuish - Vocals (track ix)

Vilius Kancleris - Drums / Percussion
Kyle Owls - Guitars, Piano, Vibraphone, Prepared Music Box, Glass Harp, 2nd Clarinet, 2nd Violin, Pitched Percussion, Vocals

Arranged by Kyle Owls
All songs by Kyle Owls and Vilius Kancleris except track vii pt ii by Komorebi Komorebi and Kyle Owls.

Recorded by Ash Gardener (@ House Of Strange), Thomas Le Beau Morley (@ Unit 8c) and Kyle Owls (@ Fu Inle Studios) January 2015 - January 2016. Girls vocals (track ix) and Bass (track vii) recorded at the musicians homes.

Edited by Kyle Owls August-December 2015
Mixed by Thomas Le Beau Morley January 2016
Mastered by Harris Newman (@ Grey Market, Montreal) March 2016

F.I# XIII (25.03.2016)

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Independent D.I.Y collective, based in North London, Currently releasing work by He Was Eaten By Owls, 52 Commercial Road, Selectric, Fauntleroy, Obe, Kapil Seshasayee, now i see bees i won, Echoes Throughout The Caverns Of Leytonstone, Mandelbrot Set and Spring Goddess. Soon to be releasing work from Sam Ashton, Mike Perry and All Cats Are Beautiful. ... more

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Track Name: Asleep, The Moon In One Eye, The Sun In The Other
born in the fire
and the heat and the choir
of drums
a tangle of strings
that is thankful for things
like my mothers arms
and my fathers hands

and we're all up in smoke
like a pyre
like a joke
like a fuse
ten billion cells
resolute in their movement from you
Track Name: Except You Enthral Me, Never Shall Be Free, Nor Ever Chaste, Except You Ravish Me
dawn creeps over Rio
all fingers and thumbs into alleyways
set into flow
and if I should die in my sleep
let her know: if anything could cleanse me of all of my sins
it was only ever you

arms stretched in salvation
passively watching the city commit
self amputation
and if you should be gone when I awake
I hope that you knew: if anything could pull me back in from the brink
it was only ever you