• Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $3 USD  or more


  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    We printed a LIMITED EDITION OF 150 COPIES!! And let me tell you, this unique little 3-song gem sounds extra existential played back on a turntable. Every vinyl purchase comes with a digital download.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Canadian Patriot Waitress via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 150 

      $10 USD or more 




Ryan Thomas Carpenter once said, "Friendship is the ship that doesn't sink." And it's true.

So when he and Ian Fisher visited Brooklyn in September 2013, we got together at my apartment in the Bed Stuy neighborhood of Brooklyn. We set up some mics in the basement & put some beer in the fridge.

At the end of the week, we had a quirky 3 song EP.

We only printed 150 copies of this crazy little 7" vinyl EP, so it's pretty damned special. Furthermore, the artwork was designed by the lovely Anna Kohlweis and the record sleeves were assembled by The Reverend John DeLore and his cat Motown.

Includes digital pre-order of Canadian Patriot Waitress. You get 1 track now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.

digital album releases 13 September 2014
item ships out on or around 01 October 2014
edition of 150


released September 13, 2014

Ryan Thomas Carpenter - Vocals, Guitar, Wurlitzer
The Reverend John DeLore - Vocals, Guitar, Engineer
Ian Fisher - Vocals, Guitar
Dylan Keefe - Bass
Charlotte Cornfield - Drums
Anna Kohlweis - Album Art

Special Thanks to Babsi Wiesinger, Maria Szmit, Celine Farrelly, Meghan & Motown

Dedicated to Dave Kunze



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Track Name: Nothing

From nothing to dust
And from dust to stone
And from stone to plant then man
And from man to plant
And from plant to stone
Then back to dust again

From where did nothing come?
Where will nothing go?
And where will I fit in
To a circle around me,
A circle through me,
And a life that starts
And ends?


Sons and daughters
Killers, lovers,
Mothers, fathers,
Born with nothing
Dying with nothing
Living lives they think
They possess


Skin and bones
Do come from those
Who have come
And these skin and bones
Will one-day die
And be born
To another form


What I can not see
In you and me
Has no name
Or face
It's neither here nor there
Nor anywhere
But is yet in


We can look
We can search
With eyes made of earth
For things we can't hold in our hands
But that one thing we name
And that one thing we claim
Ist genau was mann nie
Verstehen kann!