Get all 9 audio/rocketry releases available on Bandcamp and save 30%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Voyager, Hold Tight - Single, Old Strathcona - Single, Audio/Rocketry, Fault Line - Single, Piloting a Vehicle of Audible Expression, Eastward + Onward, Buskin' Songs with Audio/Rocketry, and 1 more.
1. |
Ad Astra Per Aspera
00:55
|
|||
|
“We cast this message into the cosmos. It is likely to survive a billion years into our future, when our civilization is profoundly altered and the surface of the Earth may be vastly changed. Of the 200 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy, some – – perhaps many – – may have inhabited planet and space-faring civilizations. If one such civilization intercepts Voyager and can understand these recorded contents, here is our message: We are trying to survive our time so that we may live into yours .”
|
||||
2. |
Voyager I
03:27
|
|||
|
Far off in the distance, there's a message on the move
The sum of our existence is found within the grooves
Of an encrypted golden record showcasing our worth
And the sounds of human emotions mixed with the murmurs of the earth
What will be made of the abstract artistry
When all remains have vanished into obscurity?
A rendered eclipse of a doomed devotion
Is a capsule gone adrift into the cosmic ocean
Worldly greetings
To the stars
In light of who we are
Such a carefully crafted representation
Of a peaceful civilization
What a gift it was
Simply to be born into a world
Without gods, without money and without wars
The principle of harmony was vital
To our beloved sense of survival
In our final breath, we never once had to pretend
Our relationship with the natural world was sacred until the end
Worldly greetings
To the stars,
In light of who we are
Worldly greetings
To the stars,
In light of who we are
What will be made
Of the ciphers in Ann Druyan's brain waves?
Will her insight sound the alarm
When revealed who we truly are?
|
||||
3. |
Old Strathcona
03:13
|
|||
|
Couldn’t have written it any better
The first time since skipping town
That we hung out the old hotel burnt down
While the headlines couldn’t capture
What that lobby once meant to us
A snapshot of our recklessness
Now buried in a mountain of sut
Nostalgia is nothing but a trap
I get tangled up in it, I’m well aware of that
Everytime, I think that I have moved passed
I ruminate on events until I relapse
I can’t help but wonder
Do you ever think of the evenings when
I’d show up at your front porch with draft glasses and a crooked grin? You’d kick me out in the morning, steam rising from your coffee cup, Saying, “next time you go scheming, won’t you consider growing up.”
I'm still working on it
Despite getting old
Bordering on bitter and cynical
I'm partially in denial
That neighbourhoods will change
That favourite venues will close and best friends will move away
It's a juvenile act
Nothing short of weak
Comparing a place to what it used to be
Turn the dial when you’ve heard enough
That window won’t open, it's painted shut
Nostalgia is nothing but a trap
I get tangled up in it, I’m well aware of that
Turn the dial when you've heard enough
That window won't open, it's painted shut
|
||||
4. |
Katacombes
03:24
|
|||
|
In the alley
Spilling my guts
I called you crying as they picked me up
On Rue Sanguinet
Je me souvien
Though buried deep in the passageways of my head
When I woke up
When I woke up in
Downtown Montreal in a hospital bed
You left flowers
At his doorway
Then lit a candle for the city’s patron saint
We eulogized the serotonin we wasted
We grew jaded with time only to lose sight of what is sacred
Tread lightly
On what is said
Only heretics speak ill of the dead
I've never
Felt so damned alone
Than being trapped with my thoughts in the catacombs
I'm still haunted by the shadows (by the shadows)
I'm still haunted (I'm still haunted)
By my shadow (by my shadow)
|
||||
5. |
Hold Tight
02:52
|
|||
|
I flew to the coast to get well
You left me a guitar for my thirtieth birthday
With a note
You wished me well
You sent me love
And I’ve never cried so hard
No, I've never cried so hard
The next few days, I don’t remember much
We traded with each other all we'd lost
And that note, I kept it on my bedside table
I let it guide me
Just breathe
There’s never been a right time
Crash and learn another time
We strive to love and be gentle
There’s never been a right time (there's never been a right time)
But this could be the last time (but this could be the last time)
Hold tight
Just breathe - a mantra I repeat
So simple and yet so vital, for the sake of my survival.
We all deserve a chance to love ourselves
When addictions are addicted to our former self
Hold tight
Just breathe
Hold tight
Just breathe
Hold tight
Just breathe
Hold tight
JUST BREATHE!
|
||||
6. |
Worst-Case
02:31
|
|||
|
It didn’t take you very long to make the call
To pack up all your shit in the night
You threw it in a u-haul
Then nearly ran the rig off the road on the Roger’s Pass
What’s another brief brush with danger
If you can’t look at it and laugh?
What say you if I’m a sore loser?
I lost another friend, to Vancouver
Bitten by the bug on the first trip and the itch never disappeared
Now it was time to tussle with the big smoke and further your career
Not even the prairie complex could fight off that pulling feeling
Despite the vastness of the land of the living sky, it has a lower ceiling
When compared to the bright lights and the culture
Go eat it up then feed yourself to the Queen St. vultures
If it ain’t the right fit
There’s no shame in coming home
If it doesn’t pan out…
Worst-case Ontario
|
||||
7. |
Sunbeam
02:12
|
|||
|
Without any intention
You reshaped my perception
Of the swells between adversity and bliss
With love, comes purpose
And new fears brought to the surface
As I reevaluate my selfishness
I'm caught up in an ocean
Washed in waves of oxytocin
Through the window screen the morning light gleams
My body is bursting as your radiance disperses
Happiness is watching you twirl in a sunbeam
Every parent fails their child
Even in unintentional ways
It scares me to know I will somehow do the same
There's no shortage of merit when
Dealing with the damage we inherited
Breaking the cycle requires a look within
And I'm staring into the depths
While you're smiling back at me
There is nowhere else that I would rather be
I'm caught up in an ocean
Washed in waves of oxytocin
Happiness is watching you twirl in a sunbeam.
Happiness is watching you twirl around in a sunbeam
|
||||
8. |
Titan IIIE
01:42
|
|||
|
"Billions of years from now our sun, then a distended red giant star, will have reduced Earth to a charred cinder. But the Voyager record will still be largely intact, in some other remote region of the Milky Way galaxy, preserving a murmur of an ancient civilization that once flourished - perhaps before moving on to greater deeds and other worlds — on the distant planet Earth."
- Carl Sagan
|
||||
9. |
Sojourn
01:57
|
|||
|
With a white palm filter stuck to his lower lip
While twisting Drum Blue in his fingertips
"As uncanny as it is," he said, "it's equally as strange
How much you remind me of myself at that age
On a pilgrimage of sorts
On a spiritual quest
Seeking the guidance of empathy
Collecting it with every breath
Expanding on what you know
While writing from the same rationale
As the shimmers of the Van Gogh moon you found swirling in the midnight canal
Do you see the parallel
For the here and now?"
|
||||
10. |
Get To Work
02:28
|
|||
|
I’ll be the first to admit that I once
Had an obnoxious need to be
The loudest voice in the room or the life of the party
Nowadays all I want is for my big mouth to shut up
As far as I see for folks like me
It is time to take a seat
And move aside we've overstayed our turn
Give space for the voices that need to be heard
It’s so long overdue
Watching cities burn
As we inhale the fumes
Why is it only when the sickness takes hold
Do we take the suffering to heart and want to make it our own?
Safeguarded by good intentions
Convinced to be wholeheartedly invested
At convenience progress can be paused
By easily removing yourself from the dialogue
Beyond my fragility I see how white supremacy
Has informed every aspect of my world
As uncomfortable as the truth is
There's no more fucking excuses
You know what needs to be done, now get to
You know what needs to be done, now get to
You know what needs to be done, now get to work
|
||||
11. |
Runners
02:17
|
|||
|
Quickly run the questions one last time
Before I come unhinged
Cover the details of our backstory
As we exit on to the Ambassador bridge
Nearing the checkpoint where my doubts live
The fears interrogate my motive
The rippling river calmly reflects
A cityscape that longingly broods
A Midwestern monument
An icon now resting in ruins
My anxiety loiters
Smuggling art across the border
The guards scrutinize
Shining flashlights
Into our eyes
The guards scrutinize
And it comes as no surprise
Our future hangs
In the balance of the secondary inspection bay
|
||||
12. |
Sworn Oath
03:11
|
|||
|
I’m bound to you like the wretched winters we curse at most of the year Frozen into exile among the rural mutineers
The chorus of the busking days provides more than enough
Warmth to melt the frost from the surface of our adjoining love
We packed our dreams inside a campervan
Criss-crossing state lines, tracing a pentagram
Caught in the rounds of party favours
Inducing our manic behaviours
I’m bound to you like the stick and poke tattoo on your thigh
A sworn oath that I won’t abandon what is mine
The permanent souvenir reveals a timeline between now and then Whereby the fabric of our being is stitched by one everlasting thread
And if you look back, don’t you look back with the slightest bit of shame It wasn’t long ago we celebrated
the meaning we gave to our given names
More than a bond, more than a band, more than a pact
Despite our dysfunction, we somehow kept intact
Like a fixture in my core
I am bound to you forever more
|
||||
13. |
Two Star Motel
03:50
|
|||
|
Used to tear me wide open
And now it barely leaves a dent
Ever since I quit gauging my days
By how well the nights were spent
Went to work on the removal
Of attaching my self-worth to other people’s approval
In the midst of a deep dive
I deconstructed the assumptions of this life
Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll is what you’ve come to think
It looks more like a two-star motel, pissing in the sink
Forget everything you think you know
Baby, I just wanna Rock 'n Roll
I used to place all my hopes in
The fallacy of one narrative arc
Turns out you don’t need to be immersed in misery
Just to make good art
I felt free to finally let go
As soon as I lifted the veil of my ego
In that moment I saw
My greatest strength had become my fatal flaw
For reconnecting with my passions
Self-deprecation is going out of fashion
The myth of the artist is a big black hole
I'd just rather fuel my soul
Just when I thought it was time to give up on you
After countless conversations on what to do
The answer revealed itself on the edge of the knife
While the music ruined me, it also saved my life
|
||||
14. |
Voyager II
03:21
|
|||
|
Goodbye good old earth
There ain’t no turning back now
Inwardly, I search
Off in the outer realm
To map the anatomy
Of celestial bodies
We witness the outcome
Of such a dazzling death
Capturing stardust in our lungs
The essence of each breath
Is the atomic connection
All the beauty that we hold
Are the fragmented pieces found
In the ones who make us whole
In case of emergency
I'll refer to what my mentor said
"Don't catch trees
Punch it full speed ahead"
|
||||
audio/rocketry Edmonton, Alberta
Friendship has been a pillar of audio/rocketry’s blistering rally cry from the start, with the core duo of Joe Vickers and Matthew Murphy expanding to accommodate a rotating crew of some of Edmonton’s hardest working musicians. After a decade of touring the continent, the band finds itself distilled to its strongest bonds and purest sound with the addition of Blair Drover and Jerome Tovillo. ... more
If you like audio/rocketry, you may also like:
supported by 4 fans who also own “Voyager”
Aggressively Frantic and sad songs disguised as upbeat / happy ones. Rot is a jam with a capital J.
go to album
Rogue Taxidermy
by Days N' Daze
supported by 4 fans who also own “Voyager”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all!
go to album
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies.
go to album
We'll Hide Away: Complete Recordings 1993-1995
by Grain
In the early ’90s, the Ohio band were champions of boundary-crossing Midwestern hardcore.
go to album
With guitar work that recalls the highest heights of Polvo, New Lands brings an emo approach to post-punk fretwork.
go to album
TV Priest's second record springs forth with a tension, dynamism, and crunch not often found in this brand of broody, shouty post-punk.
go to album
