Vox Noctis

Vox Noctis

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A slightly melancholy mix of dreamy guitars and synth apt to fall into intense and calculated flurries of frustrated rock 'n roll. A heavy bass and intricate drums make up a contagious rhythm section. Morrison-esk vocals stroll from monotone 'black-wit' poetics to sweeping laments of deep lyrics.

Biography

Vox Noctis was formed in the summer of 2005 in Riverside, California. Jon Atkins (songwriter, vocals, guitar, synth) teamed up with Dan Hernandez (guitar) and David Rodriguez (bass) to play Interpol covers. In an initial desperation for a drummer, the band reluctantly allowed Emily Salisbury, Jon's little sister, to play. Time went by, as did a few original songs, and it became clear that Emily was an extraordinarily talented drummer, and the band turned into something much greater than anyone had anticipated.

Vox Noctis has released two EPs (Episode Substitute and Depressioneering on Abysmal Records) and an LP (Pharmacy on Steakhouse Records), and is working on their second LP. They have performed at a variety of venues in the Inland Empire, Orange County, Los Angeles and the San Fernando Valley, playing to 200 + a number of times.

With an intricate post-punk foundation, the originality and sheer intensity of the songs are impossible to dismiss. The spectrum of influence for Vox Noctis is vast, ranging from Buddy Guy to David Bowie to Joy Division to Sigur Ros. The songwriting is focused and thematic. The extravagant and anthem-esk arrangement of Pathos leaves your spine tingling. The bleak and subtle interpretations of despair on Paper Airplanes sets a lump in your throat. The dreamy guitars, and power and raw emotion of the vocals on Barricades create a dark, spaced-out mood. Each song has something you can hold on to and connect with.

Vox Noctis was voted # 2 on American Songwriter Magazines' Senior Editor's List of Top 10 Favorite Releases of 2007.
http://www.americansongwriter.com/site.php?em3101=191479_-1__0_~0_-1_2_2008_0_0&content=blog

Vox Noctis has been nominated for Best Indie band at the 2008 Inland Empire Music Awards.

Vox Noctis won Best Indie band at the 2008 Inland Empire Music Awards.
http://www.ieweekly.com/iemusicawards/iemusicawards(nominees).htm

Lyrics

Via Victoria

Written By: Jon Atkins

Something bad is about to happen,
Something sad already has,
Who do you love most,
The beauty or the ghosts?

I sit by and watch the pretty crashes,
Girls drink from half empty glasses,
Where do your looks start,
The fashion or the heart?

I will do this paralyzed
If I have to,
I will walk into the night,
If you fancy,
I will end another life,
At you request,
You will need a safer ride,
So I suggest,
Go home.

And so we ride in an infinite night,
And so we lie, “It will be alright”
But no one ever should,
When the driver thinks he’s good.

Some one says we are leaving shortly,
In nonsense slurs of Sunday mornings,
What a waste of time,
To risk each others lives.

I will do this paralyzed
If I have to,
I will walk into the night,
If you fancy,
I will end another life,
At you request,
You will need a safer ride,
So I suggest go home,
It’s best alone.

Via Victoria.

She Looks Like Water

Written By: Jon Atkins

Maybe in a book that has no words,
Maybe in the songs I sing to her,
She is understanding when I say,
Do what you want, just please don’t fade away.

Oceans of desire inside her eyes,
A desert of regret is behind mine,
You and all your fancy razor blades,
Stick them in my hand, just please don’t fade away.

That’s all I beg, don’t fade away,
That’s all she said.

Will you leave me numb?
Will you fallow?
Will you leave, my love?

Every little chemical I’ve tried,
Every inhibition I could hide,
Automatic mindfuck for the kids,
Screwing with my head just please don’t fade away.

That’s all I beg, don’t fade away,
That’s all she said.

Paper Airplanes

Written By: Jon Atkins

Yesterday came and I guess that it went,
In a shameful way,
I don’t remember, I thought I was sleeping.

Someone suggests that I give it a break,
And I walk away,
Once out of earshot I tell them it’s not me.

I know a cat in a red and white hat,
He was talking that shit when came here,
And I am the kid that will listen to him,
Despite that I know that he’s not there.

All is fair in love and war,
But I retreat,
I don’t have the mind frame to beat it, so I join it.

I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t,
Attempt to please,
All that I write to start fires and make paper airplanes.

I know a cat in a red and white hat,
He’s talking that shit since he’s been here,
And I am the kid that will listen to him,
Despite that I know that he’s not there.

And I know the girl that could bury me now,
But she won’t because she knows that she’ll miss me.
Bullshit charisma has hidden the fact,
I’m blindly going crazy.

The time I hurt you,
Folded poems don’t fly very far.
These paper airplanes,
Folded poems don’t fly very far,
Like paper airplanes,
Folded poems don’t fly very far,
My paper airplanes,
Folded poems don’t fly very far at all.
So get off.

The medicine cabinet is empty again,
And I stand in place,
Wondering how I could fill it, then I lost it.
Out of my window and into my car,
I drive these streets,
Robbing the places that know me because it’s easy.
The sun will come up to the same goddamn song,
And I’m still going,
Singing and driving the wrong way on the freeway.
I will get tired of steering the wheel,
And my hands give up,
I look in the mirror to name it: the fuck up.

The Mode

Written By: Jon Atkins

You took it all and then you ran like crazy.
I gave it all just to hold you baby.
But in the mourning with the stark red letter,
If he was dead would you love me better?

Laughing out loud at a naked skyline,
Were you so proud because you knew you were never mine?

Hearing the sound of a dying lover,
Even if we could understand one another,
Scratching my face with your falsehood commitment,
Everything’s kept in a doorless basement.

Now you find it easier to bleed.

Counting the ways that we could have made it,
Everything’s lost and you can’t replace it,
Searching the lot for the key to mend it,
Cutting me out for your heart won’t fix itself.

And it feels so dead as you start to lose your head again,
With your eyes you lie as your lies become your medicine,
This is love.
This is love.
This is love.
In the mode of love.

Pathos

Written By: Jon Atkins

I knew a man with a hole in his throat,
Had a life like a fish on the floor of a boat,
On the day that he died he was told he had been blind,
For a long time.

I know a girl with a cellophane face,
Such a success with her modeling legs,
On her big deal day she was hit by a train,
And she lost them.

I loved the one with the saturnine view,
All that she saw was in dark shades of blue,
With her head in control her hearts growing cold,
And she knows it.

I knew a priest with a paper cut wrist,
Traded the heavens for an innocent kiss,
When the love that he sought to keep ripe had to rot,
He gave up.
Give up.

I know I wasn’t there,
To guide you in your ministry and help you up those stairs,
I know I wasn’t there,
But can you see the tragedies to which we are compared,
I gave you all I had,
And if it isn’t good enough, please give it back,
Somehow it makes me laugh,
The irony of happiness right before a crash.

You can find me on the train tracks,
I won’t come down until you see that,
I went straight to hell and came back,
With plans to show you how it’s different,
And I won’t leave here until I get your love.
Because I could show a love that you have never known.

So hold on.
Hold on pathos.

Your steady heart is beating out of time,
Tragically positioned next to mine it still says, “(click)”

Discography

-Episode Substitute, EP, Abysmal Records
-Depressioneering, EP, Abysmal Records
-Pharmacy, LP, Steakhouse Records

Set List

We generally open up with an upper that has very straight forward lyrics and clear vocals. Then we play what we enjoy playing. Half the time we close with a bang, leaving the crowd out of breath. The other half, we leave them with lumps in their throat by ending with a sort of bleak number.