Cosio

Cosio

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Cosio. A group of five friends and five influences joining together to paint a uniquely colorful sound in an otherwise achromatic soundscape. Where the fusion of old storytelling with traditional folk instruments meet a wall of washy guitars and dark syncopated rhythms.

Biography

“Heaven for Climate, Hell for Company”

Mark Twain

So ties the common thread that runs trough the liner notes of The Cacophonist, the first full length album by Los Angeles based band Cosio. The questions of heaven or hell, stay or go, fight or flight make up much of the content to which this 5 member band juxtaposes its unclassifiable sound. From a living room to a stage, is the long and short of the journey they have shared as a band thus far. The bands front woman, Abigail Cosio, grew up in a small town just outside of LA along with the Drummer, Michael Fister, Bassist and Saxophone, Jeremy Kelley and the bands utility man, Bobby Musgrove. There she began writing and performing songs she wrote, influenced by her father and the rearing of old church songs and folk music. Most mornings were first met with her father playing the guitar, finger picking on a steel string. The house she grew up in was filled with music and company. It became a kind of halfway house for young people, friends of the 5 Cosio children. The band began in that living room, when Michael asked Abigail if she might be open to adding some drums to her music. Bobby and Jeremy followed shortly after and so did the stage shows, playing for a number of years in and around Los Angeles. In January 2008, Cosio went into the studio to record The Cacophonist. Julie Mitchell engineered the album and through that process became the 5th permanent member of the band. With all the members in place, the Cosio sound was free to evolve through these 5 willing vessels. The band name pays homage to that family-centered-feeling and the forming ground that the sound and the sentiments of the music are built upon.

The Cacophonist was recorded through the early months of 2008, in a train car turned music studio in an industrial complex in Van Nuys, CA. Their debut album was released June 2009, mixed by Dan Burns and Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Studios. “Cosio's consistently impressive work makes it easy to be a vocal supporter. The new record (The Cacophonist) is textured and inventive, capturing the emotional energy of a live show while boasting the clean dynamics of a studio album. Cosio raises the bar for LA's independent artists” says John Hershfield, owner of IsGoodMusic.com. Cosio can be seen live in some of Los Angeles’s premier venues such as Hotel Cafe, The Bordello, Silverlake Lounge and Spaceland. Recently playing the FYF Festival has propelled Cosio forward opening up new audience and opportunities. Cosio has shared stages with the likes of Jesca Hoop, Port O’Brien, Meiko, The Henry Clay People, as well as other up and coming indie bands across the west coast.

Lyrics

Chantecler

Written By: Abigail Cosio

It's not a whisper I'm singing
but a battle anthem
sung by the tired with the trembling hands
about the revolution they are told to deny
but you've got that same crazy look in your eyes.

join the ranks of the few
leave them to their devices
save me from a medicated slow death
give me a stab to the gut
in the coldest of winter
so I can watch my breath depart and blood stain the white snow

sing out chantecler
and raise that sun
so they can see the labor that the damned have done

we've made our flames into her blazing light
and as she makes her return
we will rebuild through the night.

so I'm leaving my family
and the folks that I love
to live a life of ill-repute outside of the law
I've begun to miss that beating in my chest
so now my heart is all I hear on my descent.

don't you waste your mourners song on the likes of me
for I am living death free of hypocrisy
some are born with skin too thin
for this world
besides I'd rather feel the wind
rattle my bones

sing out chantecler
and raise that sun
so they can see the labor that the damned have done
we've made our flames into her blazing light
and as she makes her return
we will rebuild

magdelene mary
what would you say?
to a girl whose gone to live a darker way
the savior she loved
he did not resurrect
so she's going to the bowels of hell
to meet him there

so I'm making my bed
in an unmarked grave
to sing beneath the soil
of my mortal days
if the ground that I stood on hadn't fallen through
then I'd be dancing on this plot
just like you

sing out chantecler
and raise that sun
so they can see the labor that the damned have done
we've made our flames into her blazing light
and as she makes her return
we will rebuild

sing out chantecler
and raise that sun
and as she makes her return
we will rebuild

Taste For Whiskey

Written By: Abigail Cosio

I've got a demon in my soul
I've been trying to get controlled
and he's got a taste for whiskey
he's gonna make a cretin of me

Can I apologize my darling
for all the names I've been calling
you might've thought that I was evil
but babygirl I'm just a vessel

I got a man he's a lowdown drunk
drinks his liquor like its water
he's sleeping in the gutter

cant understand why his throat's so dry
he drowns it in the bourbon
he treats me like a barmaid

whatever happened to the the boy that wooed me.
he's been hiding by the boozehound smile
I hear you talking to that two-bit floozy
I just cant take it anymore

I got a demon in my soul
I've been trying to get controlled
and he's got a taste for whiskey
he's gonna make a cretin of me

Can I apologize my darling
for all those names I've been calling
you might've thought that I was evil
but babygirl I'm just a vessel

what about you and your gambling ways
instead of buying milk and flour
you take it to the racetrack
when I come home, there's not a word my way
you're cussing out your dealer
there's nothing in the cupboards

whatever happened to the girl that struck me?
she's been stepping out with lady luck
playing solitaire on the bed beside me
I just cant take it anymore

I got a demon in my soul
that I cannot get controlled
the poker games and the black jack
they've been singing me the siren song
I didn't mean to be neglectful
those double downs they ain't so fruitful
I should've put my money on you
I was waiting on that big win

I got a demon in my soul
and I cannot get control
this is looking like a lost cause
it is part of my marrow
there's no use in exorcism
it's become a constancy
you should go and find another
there's nothing left here of your lover

I got a demon in my soul
that I cannot get controlled
so give in and do not struggle
wherever you go i will follow

no apologies my darling
no we will not play the victim
and fade into obscurity
for it is better in your company

White Satin Ribbon

Written By: Abigail Cosio

When recalling a lifespan
it will look like a ribbon
all tied in a bow
the white satin will glow
illuminated

when struck with a bright light
at the end of a tunnel
with the senses of home
as the narrowing walls
usher you in

so just rest
and be in peace
as the sounds
muffle into a beat
of your steps
walking further from me
now I'll have to wait
till you and I meet again

your soul ascends like a black crow
on its way out my window
and the october skies
silhouette as you fly
away from here

but you have made an impression
I breathe your breath
I live in your skin
and your bloodline it grows
like a river it flows
to harvest the earth

so just rest
and be in peace
send my regard
to the blessed released
indulge them in
one of your stories
cause I'll have to wait
till you and I meet again

Hallowed Ground

Written By: Abigail Cosio

I pray the ghosts of this town
haunt your condominiums
and the ground that you bulldoze
swallows you whole

as your body lies still
in the blackening pool
of the rivers you dammed up
and the seas that you spoiled

as your children go blind
from the sins of their fathers
your name goes unmentioned
among the esteemed

all my heroes have died
taken down by the plague
some fell by sword fight
the others turned coat

there is no pity
for the evil in man
there is no pardon
for the greed of your hands
you are the burden
the lure of this land
your descendants will suffer
her wrath

as you build up your malls
over childhood food steps
you desecrate tombstones
you dig hallowed ground

as you whore up the face
of her natural beauty
if she can't turn a profit
you put her out on the streets

and her mountains catch fire
as it circles the valley
her vengeance has fallen
to stomp out our sins

I am packing my things
I am leaving my hometown
the land of my history
is sold off in plots

there is no pity
for the evil in man
there is no pardon
for the greed of our hands
we are the burden
the lure of this land
our descendants will suffer
her wrath

oh santa susana
have mercy on our heads
purge the plans from your landscape
take your hillsides back

I pray the ghosts of this town
haunt your condominiums
and the grounds that you bulldoze
swallow you whole

I pray the ghosts of these hills
haunt your condominiums
and the grounds that you bulldoze
swallow you whole

Patchwork Quilt

Written By: Abigail Cosio

Ain’t no better way of living, there is no sweeter way
Than a twenty something traveling on a European train
My blood line runs thick to the northern hills of Spain
And though I love you baby I will not change my name
Though I love you baby, I will not change my name
The crops look like a pattern on the church groups patchwork quilt
They meet in the foyer to stitch the lives they have lived
I am doing the same thing through written prose and song
I hope that you’ll keep humming long after my body’s gone
They hope that it will warm you long after their arms are gone

Whoa, what a sweet lament
Those angels will be singing as they usher me in
Dirty and bruised I’ll be quite a sight
Beside Apostle Paul and his robes of white

I believed in a sweet hereafter, I hoped that we’d all be there
Then I started asking questions, it vanished into thin air
But faith is like a stutter, it has been engrained
I had a believer’s heart, now I got a cynics brain
Had a believers heart, traded it for a cynics brain
But I’ll keep on collecting airfare, scribbling this little book
I’ve seen moments of beauty in my grandpa’s childhood home
Where ever I end up when this system finally quits
My grandchild will go to sleep wearing my patchwork quilt
I’ll meet eternal sleep with a fifty foot patchwork quilt

Whoa, what a sweet lament
Those sinners will be singing as they usher me in
Unapologetic, I’ll be quite a sight
Beside Beelzebub and his lake of fire

Whoa, what a sweet lament
That bartender is thinking as he sees us walk in
Salvation, damnation he’ll make it so we don’t mind
Drunk on his spirits singing like a choir

Whoa, what a sweet lament
Our friends will be singing as they usher us in
Far from that small town we’ll be quite a sight
Standing on that stage, bathed in light

Discography

Walk Through Blood, Sleep in Bones EP, June 2006
The Cacophonist LP 2009

Set List

Set times approx. 30min. - 90min.

Pinkerton
Hallowed Ground
Patchwork Quilt
Jails & Churches
You Clipped Us
Old Forgotten Tune
White Satin Ribbon
Holy Host
Halcyon Days
Hells Kitchen
Chantecler
Taste For Whiskey
Pearls to Swine
The Alchemist

...and a few others