Morning Martyrs by Morning Martyrs
This album was recorded at Dirty Rug Studios in Jamaica Plain, Ma. Everything you hear was produced by the artists and their friends. This is Morning Martyrs' debut record.
Tracklist
| 1. | We Should Be High | 4:06 |
| 2. | I Think It'll Be New York | 3:17 |
| 3. | Rusty Greyhound Wheels | 4:28 |
| 4. | This Time of Year | 4:38 |
| 5. | Let it Die | 5:04 |
| 6. | Mirror in the Mud | 8:50 |
| 7. | Cloud | 5:58 |
| 8. | I Dig Roses | 4:00 |
| 9. | The Glass That Holds the Sand | 8:17 |
Credits
released June 12, 2015
Ryan Duchene - lead vocals, guitars, bass (track 3), piano, synth, lap steel, percussion, production
Trevor Sohnen - pedal steel, eventide, guitars, percussion, production
Erik Kramer - boogie trash bass, percussion
Ricky Petraglia - drums, percussion
Additional Support
Christopher Pegram - keys, wurli, organ
Andrea Belanger - background vox
Rachel Kean - background vox track 4
Michael Kerr - mandolin, banjo, amazing vibes
Brian Paulding - percussion, trumpets, general sound collaging on track 6
Mixed by Trevor Sohnen and Ryan Duchene
Mastered by Nolan Eley
Album Art by Sean McCabe
All Music and Lyrics by Ryan Duchene except track 4, written by Letherer/Duchene
Ryan Duchene - lead vocals, guitars, bass (track 3), piano, synth, lap steel, percussion, production
Trevor Sohnen - pedal steel, eventide, guitars, percussion, production
Erik Kramer - boogie trash bass, percussion
Ricky Petraglia - drums, percussion
Additional Support
Christopher Pegram - keys, wurli, organ
Andrea Belanger - background vox
Rachel Kean - background vox track 4
Michael Kerr - mandolin, banjo, amazing vibes
Brian Paulding - percussion, trumpets, general sound collaging on track 6
Mixed by Trevor Sohnen and Ryan Duchene
Mastered by Nolan Eley
Album Art by Sean McCabe
All Music and Lyrics by Ryan Duchene except track 4, written by Letherer/Duchene
License
All rights reserved.
The cities of the great American Northeast treated me well for the better part of a decade. The older I get, the norther I go...cast to the trees and silent solitude that is Vermont: past and future existing in full view of one another... and neither retreats.