Rat Wakes Red

Rat Wakes Red

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March 2012:
Two new music videos out now!

M Music & Musicians
“If the name suggests punkish mischief, the music shatters that suggestion through its dimly lit melodies and sensual settings.”

hEARd Magazine
"Every song without exception sees the most interesting of bands make their mark on your mind...about as good as it gets."

Splendid E-zine
"Rat Wakes Red...pay(s) homage to the likes of Kristin Hersh, Kate Bush and Leonard Cohen, who also make pain and loss the cornerstone of t

Biography

Rat Wakes Red "Acres" makes Jack Rabid's Top Ten in The Big Takeover Magazine online edition for September 5, 2010. We're honored to be in such illustrious company!

From Magnet Magazine's MP3 At 3PM, Sept. 8, 2010:

"Rat Wakes Red is the musical project of vocalist and multi-instrumentalist James Raftery, who also happened to star in 1993 cult-film Night Owl. The creepy and moody sound he creates is very fitting for someone who once played a murderous vampire. Just take a listen to “Always” and “I Heart” below, which showcases Raftery’s brooding voice while producer Jeral Benjamin’s viola adds a dark ambiance. The two tracks are off Rat Wakes Red’s fifth release, Acres, which is out now via Rat Disk."

About "Acres":

Rat Wakes Red is in a constant state of mourning and wonder. "Acres", the new LP, would suggest a prolonged elegy to the dead and awakening. It is a spectacle of simple sounds: piano, acoustic guitar, synths, organ, strings, woodwinds, drums, tin whistle and many, many voices. James Raftery sings, plays, plucks and blows. Jeral Benjamin returns to produce and provide violas while woodwind stars chime in to emboss the layered lather. Matt Raftery adds the needed kick from his drums while Hannah Fury lends her voice to “Always”. The ensuing song service is sung from the heavens inside, like an internal choir and orchestra. It comes from loss, change, death, and new beginnings. A slow burn of sad, beautiful dark nights of the soul.

Biography:

“Acoustic folk guitar and viola, with a whispery, troubled voice? Yes please! Rat Wakes Red is a strange moniker for such an exquisite murmur…”, so wrote Jack Rabid in The Big Takeover upon hearing Rat Wakes Red’s debut album Dizzy on Daddy, a lush, romantic, edgy song cycle of heartache and yearning. Rat Wakes Red began as James Raftery creating songs in late night living room light. Odes to longing and loss found their way to producer Jeral Benjamin and together with 32 tracks and a spare lineup of James on acoustic guitar, voice, found sound percussion and Jeral's multi-tracked viola they created Dizzy on Daddy, a sad and sweet wall of sound. Rabid continued “Each time Raftery hits one of his bass strings, it slips into a slice of Jeral Benjamin's hovering viola, and the air is like leaves falling on a fall day.” Rat Wakes Red followed up with a second full-length release Horizon Drops. Electric guitar, keys, drums, and bass provide the flipside to the previous acoustic rush. The songs are louder, faster and rock, with James' voice returning in harmonic hooks and cryptic choruses. From the Sentimentalist Magazine, "Horizon Drops combines shimmering 4AD, Throwing Muses inspired moments…”. Rat Wakes Red’s most recent release is the ep/dvd, Energy Garage. The songs and music video are spacey acoustic folk, pop with sweeping strings, and quirky rock. The Ectophiles’ Guide declared it “…a folksy and intriguing EP, only four songs but they really hit the mark”. Radio quickly took notice of Rat Wakes Red with Dizzy on Daddy and Horizon Drops charting CMJ and AAA Top 30. Rat Wakes Red has played live shows from New York City to Toronto and has opened for such artists as Bob Mould, Hayden, and Sloan.

Lyrics

Stoned and Ravished

Written By: James Raftery

I might call your name tonight if you're, like, not expired. I might need this flight tonight' cause it's, like, my muse tired. And call you...Here you are again, I'm famished. There you go leaving me stoned and ravished.

Weekend

Written By: James Raftery

get noticed
blow your mind
opening for a while
I'm over indecision
are you in
this weekend

all senses are away
they come back really late
communicating at an unknown rate
can you wait
this weekend

I don't wanna get up anymore
I do not belong, you do not belong

approaching no return
unpended little world
exfoliating is a must
if you trust
this weekend

I don't wanna get up anymore
I do not belong, you do not belong
yes, we can give it all away

assignment: take a spin
rule 1: stay in
add up the sum of what's in store
they're gone for
this weekend

I don't wanna get up anymore
I do not belong, you do not belong
yes, we can give it all away
wear our lampshades to the grave

Galaxy

Written By: James Raftery

you have to understand, overcome it.
gravitational pull is different.
if you're in the mood to get mooning,
plan to land and scan just a bit of

planet me

space shuttles are run on the hour,
magazines and edible flowers,
after acclimating you'll discover
all the ways you are one another.

galaxy

crayon-colored clouds you can visit,
radiation theraputical mist.
after ascertaining your condition,
flip your ship and lift up and outa

planet me,
galaxy

we could be milky way kings
gone orbiting.
swimming,
waving in tidal rings,
fluctuating.

thanks for hanging out in the lunar.
currency conversion is now free.
eliminate the spin with the small pill.
crazy eight and somersault will all
vanish the
planet me,
galaxy...

we could be milky way kings
gone orbiting.
swimming,
waving in tidal rings,
fluctuating

Mosquito Stung

Written By: James Raftery

This is a chair for the only man, sitting in nightshade, waiting return home, puzzling his distance. This is a ring for the woman he left, propping up pillows, smoking 100s, fading out in TV blue. Sounds are forbidden here except late at night there's a long way to pass by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl in the sheets with her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside gets you lonelier and mosquito stung. These are the lips of the son on the right misquoting his wisdom, speaking to his Zeus then, hoping that he's coping with Henry and high. And I say, ah...I went outdoors with you bringing green home. Sounds are forbidden here except late at night there's a long way to pass by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl in the sheets with her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside gets you lonelier and mosquito stung.

You

Written By: James Raftery

how’d you reel the big one?
better throw it way back in, thin rail.
glisten, water day.

be still
be real still
still be real
ripple away,

you
you
you

how would it feel careening?
little legs today can’t steer.
craft and calm is a vaneer.

be still
be real still
still be real
ripple away,

you
you
you gave all, too.
underneath, the real kid.
you
you
you

cut the wheel starboard,
better day ahead.
come in here, hideaway,
your balances were an act.

be still

Always

Written By: James Raftery

This is for always
Copingest son
Getting on in excellent
All you wouldn’t know

This is formal hexing
Etches on the lamb
Credit caressing
All you wouldn’t know
You came to speak a tongue

So, go overboard
Go roar remiss
Get all abyss
So, something for this
Something for spring goes.

This is for oblivion
Opening in trial
Ask for forever
All you wouldn’t know
You came learn in the instant
All I love

So, you couldn’t take off
So what if you lost?
So, go overboard
Go roar remiss
Get all abyss
So, something for this
Something for spring goes.

This is for always.

Orchard

Written By: James Raftery

Porch, your window weeps
Panes cloud
Orphaned from chimney church house
Hill is revealing how is rewarded

Into what was forward
I fell out of an award
Gorgeousnesses end
Order orchard organ

Stem, snapping’s simple
A wooden sound
Off in every direction
Ghosted town
Grace is retreating now it is recorded

Into what was forward
I fell out of an award
Gorgeousnesses end
Order orchard organ

Grace is retreating now it is recorded

Into what was forward
I fell out of an award
Gorgeousnesses end
Order orchard organ

Paisley Parlour

Written By: James Raftery

I’m at least a real dreamer
I reveal an aura for you
Unbelievable ghost in a middle age

I can feel the velvet on it
She just took the punch out, fake yawning
How you’ll let go just to get in the race
How you’ll find out the worst in me

I need a pint to see ya
Can’t make out your polish but
Your eyes are beaming
How as I go on guests get strange to me

I’m a fader like the paper
Over shoulder, looking Paisley Parlour
Unbelievable ghost in a middle age

Crying Chair

Written By: James Raftery

Crying chair
Nothing left to do but stare
Here, pulled hair is okay
If you have blood in your veins
Envision, vacate

My best guess is lessons worn...

You will find
Fireplace frogs in your mind
Flicker like flies
It’s okay if you want more than pain
Incisions, rotate

My best guess is lessons worn
Into wood is only
Childhood mourn.

I Heart

Written By: James Raftery

Weave him into baskets.
Go, weave him in.
Weave him into twine.
Go, weave him in, weave him in.

Take it out
Take it away,
Any wonder I heart, you hurt.Is it alone?
Can it breathe?
Is it any wonder I heart?

Knead him into caskets.
Go, knead him in,
Knead him into wood.
Go, knead him in, knead him in.

Take it out…

Discography

Acres-RD005/CD
Energy Garage ep/dvd-RD004 CD/DVD
Horizon Drops- RD003/CD
Weekend EP- RD002/CD
Dizzy on Daddy- RD001/CD

Set List

Rat Wakes Red performs a variety of different shows (see instrumentation).
For specific set list information, please contact:
Jeral Benjamin
jeral@ratdisk.com
212-799-5681