Kitsch

by Sur Back

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    7" bone-colored vinyl produced by Turntable Kitchen, featuring "Trophy Daughter", "Pastel", and "Kitsch". Limited edition, all copies are numbered.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Kitsch via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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  • Deluxe Splatter 7" Vinyl
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Limited edition press on bone vinyl, splattered to look like the underbelly of a swan—each displaying varying patterns of pale blue-grey and blush markings with glints of gold. No two records are the same.

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

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— Debut EP from Sur Back —
1. Occam's Razor // a love song to argue to
2. Trophy Daughter // a dance track to love to
3. Pastel // the soundtrack to your genuine American smirk
4. Kitsch // an altar for the skin of your ambition

EP Art:
detail of Arnout van Albada's 'Regout puddingvorm', egg tempera and oil on panel, 2013

iTunes/Apple Music: apple.co/295OHPw
Spotify: bit.ly/295VDMA

credits

released July 1, 2016

All songs written, produced, performed and recorded by Caroline Sans.
Mixing and mastering by Sam Moses.

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Sur Back Jupiter, Florida

Ex-ballerina with poor arches who fell out of hate with pop and started a solo project in Jupiter, FL, longing to trade sand for snow. Breakbeat baroque-pop meets New Wave chanson + converses in fuzz guitar.

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Track Name: Kitsch
Red, shift, oh redshift red
The beady eye of the camera mapping tangos in your head
I would be the one to spackle all the black holes in your space
And still forget the two ever-accumulating in your face

Red, shift, oh redshift red
The beady eye of the camera was mapping tangos in your head
Ambition is the cotton bliss that seals you from the fresh-cut itch
And honey there is nothing wrong with knowing that it's only kitsch

Sometimes I have to carry you under the surface in breaths
But her teeth were so charming
Teeth

You've got your pet microscope
You've got your belly-up lizards
And you've got your head in the clouds
You've got my bedtime whispers
And you've got your head in the clouds
And I've got your secrets which don't mean ammunition anymore
Not any

Oh and you say,
"Don't worry" (3x)
"Don't worry, honey, I'm just fine"
I said "I know you are but what am I"