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As urgent and tense as a hunting knife pressed to your quickening jugular, post-punk duo Street Sects’ forthcoming sophomore LP The Kicking Mule presents ten intimate vignettes about self-sabotage, visiting themes like battling mental illness, addiction, alienation and more. Though primarily known as masters of cacophonous samples and jittery electronic stutter, Street Sects’ new album represents a seismic shift in execution by applying those ideas to that of the romantic yet experimental approach of Roxy Music/Brian Eno as well as Berlin-era Bowie. Remind yourself of the way ‘Something I Can Never Have’ fits on Pretty Hate Machine– a section of serenity within a blanket of attack.

Vocalist Leo Ashline and multi-instrumentalist Shaun Ringsmuth use pulsating tension, melodic vocals and deliberate space, keeping their assault on the senses measured and intentional. Featuring album art by renowned illustrator Francesco Francavilla and the title inspired by Elton John’s track ‘Ticking’, Street Sects pairs neo-noir aesthetic with aching lyricism, recalling scenes of fear, loss, crime and desperation

Street Sects formed in 2013 after vocalist Leo Ashline emerged from the fog of a thirteen year battle with addiction and began to collaborate with friend and multi-instrumentalist Shaun Ringsmuth. The duo embraced the ethos and aggression of punk rock, and the experimental attitude and disillusionment of early industrial music to create a sound unique to them alone. Street Sects has earned a reputation for their confrontational, sensory deprived fog-drenched live performances.

The Kicking Mule will be released October 26th via San Francisco-based label The Flenser (pre-order through here). The LP orders will include a limited booklet containing a short story written by Street Sects’ Leo Ashline with cover art by Huseyin Ozkan.

Artist Statement – Welcome to The Kicking Mule:

At the party, at the bar, you sit alone, drumming your fingers along the edge of the table with one hand while nervously scrolling through your phone with the other. The people around you are laughing and mingling, the music and conversation reverberating through the bar in a jagged din that claws at your nerves and fills you with anxiety and self loathing. You could reach out, try and connect with someone, but you aren’t willing to give them the satisfaction of rejecting you. You’ve tried connecting with these kinds of people before. It doesn’t work. You slide forward on your barstool and glare at the oily looking bartender to get his attention. While he refills your glass you check your messages for the fifteenth time in the last five minutes and see that she still hasn’t texted. You toy with the idea of texting her to tell her where you are, and what you are thinking about doing…but you don’t want to give her the satisfaction of your desperation. Besides, she would probably think you’re bluffing. You’ve tried being honest with her about your feelings before, in an attempt to try and connect with her on a deeper level. It doesn’t work. You reach inside your coat and fondle the butt of the 38 snub nosed revolver you’ve brought along with you tonight, and you stare into the mirror behind the rows of liquor bottles behind the bar. You stare at your own pitiful reflection, and the reflection of the other people in the bar moving around and behind you, laughing and singing and flirting and lying, all of them completely oblivious to what’s in your coat. All of them completely oblivious to how you feel. You think about the events of that afternoon, when you walked out on your employers at your now former job after being asked to take a 50% pay cut due to budget restrictions. You thought that it would feel good to spit in their faces, to reject the insult. You thought that putting that sinking ship in your rearview would help to relieve some of the pressure that has been building inside of your skull over the last few months. It didn’t work. You look at the digital clock hanging above the bar and see that there’s only two minutes left until it’s time. You look down at your phone and tell yourself that if she texts you before those two minutes are up, if she reaches out to say anything at all, then you will finish your drink and walk out of here, chalk the whole thing up to a bad dream. Your eyes well up with tears while you look down at the phone, you blink a few times, feel the warmth and wetness on your cheeks and see that the two minutes are up. She hasn’t texted. As you reach into your coat to pull out the gun, you notice for first time the neon sign flickering in the window and smile. To the left of the front door, facing the street, the sign reads “WELCOME TO THE KICKING MULE”.

 

 
Street Sects — On Tour: 
10.23 — Austin, TX @ Beerland
10.27 — Houston, TX @ Insomnia Gallery
10.28 — New Orleans, LA @ Bank Street Bar
10.30 — Lexington, KY @ Green Lantern Bar
10.31 — Richmond, VA @ Strange Matter^
11.01 — Baltimore, MD @ Metro Gallery^
11.02 — Philadelphia, PA @ First Unitarian Church^
11.03 — Brooklyn, NY @ Brooklyn Bazaar^
11.04 — Brooklyn, NY @ Saint Vitus^
11.07 — Gainesville, FL @ Loosey’s
11.08 — Jacksonville, FL @ Nighthawks
11.09 — St. Petersburg, FL @ Fubar
11.10 — Atlanta, GA @ The Earl (Echosynthetic Fest)
11.11 — Asheville, NC @ Static Age Records
11.14 — Montreal, QC @ Turbo Haus
11.15 — Ottawa, ON @ Happy Goat
11.16 — Toronto, ON @ The Baby G
11.18 — Detroit, MI @ The Sanctuary
11.20 — St. Louis, MO @ FUBAR
11.23 — Minneapolis, MN @ Eagles 34
11.24 — Chicago, IL @ Subterranean Downstairs
11.25 — Omaha, NE @ Pop 20
11.27 — Denver, CO @ Streets of London
11.28 — Salt Lake City, UT @ Diabolical Records
11.29 — Boise, ID @ The Shredder
11.30 — Portland, OR @ Mississippi Studios*
12.01 — Seattle, WA @ Chop Suey*
12.03 — San Francisco, CA @ Rickshaw Stop*
12.04 — Fresno, CA @ Strummers*
12.05 — Los Angeles, CA @ The Echo*
12.06 — Santa Rosa, CA @ Arlenes Francis Center*
12.08 — San Diego, CA @ Casbah+
12.10 — El Paso, TX @ Rockhouse Bar

^ w/ Daughters
* w/ Uniform/The Body, Author and Punisher
+ w/ Author and Punisher, Lingua Ignota

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