Over the last few days, I’ve had the pleasure of hosting the Alamanac Shouters in my studio, where we have been diligently (if not ridiculously) recording their first full length album. I don’t know what it’s called. I don’t know what it’s packaged in. I just set up the microphones, play the fancy nobs and sliders, and press the little red button that says ‘record’ from time to time.

When you spend extended hours in two small, padded rooms with the same 4 people, things tend to melt down from time time. At points, you just can’t help but shouting (oho! See what I did there?). At other points, you’re just going to laugh and laugh and laugh while the guys in the other room shout at you for laughing because, well, damn it, they’re trying to record a take here.

For as silly as things can get, though, The Shouters are a real pleasure to work with, and as many of you guys know, their material is top-notch home-grown minimalist guitar-plus-banjo folk-punk bliss. Barring a complete failure in production (which is not impossible), I know you cats are gonna dig this album. So you know, make sure you come around on the 13th when the Almanac Shouters (hopefully… fingers crossed!) release it.