Lyric Advisory Board presents The Great American Novelty

Lyric Advisory Board's original, full-length debut is an unapologetic concept album, detailing the dissolution of a decadent society. As told through the eyes of many disparate participants, the sum attempts to make sense of the senseless, alleviate suffering through satire, and encourage all involved to assess their own culpability.

Act I: The scene is set by the rise of an authoritarian, sung by a chorus of the fearful who fuel the regime. The backlash is immediate and vocal, but quickly devolves into a dance party. When the cocaine wears off, the anti-authoritarian grow desperate. The combined toxicity of drugs, alcohol and entitlement prove deadly for Mother Earth and her young daughters. A victim of a mass shooting extends forgiveness at the very moment of violence.

Act II: Some yearn for an afterlife. Some attempt to hasten the end of this life. Some read Marx. The dispossessed descend upon the suburbs, and cultured domesticity gives way to chaos. A reassuring voice whispers promises from the wreckage. The cycle begins again.

The Great American Novelty was arranged, performed and produced by Allen Coté, Jeff Brueggeman and Nathan Kilen; with B~Free, Heidi Spencer, John Patek, Kat Wodtke, Pizza Slice and Willa Moon Coté. The album was mastered by Justin Perkins at Mystery Room Mastering; and the cover artwork is an original commission from Sue Lawton. All songs were written by Allen Coté, published by Dézòd Rèkòd (ASCAP); except "The Promise," written by Farrington/Floreale/Mann.

The Great American Novelty has been called "a masterfully crafted experiment in storytelling and musical composition," by Mike Holloway of the Wisconsin Gazette, and "outright visceral [...] crazed Americana" by Evan Rytlewski of the Shepherd Express. Evan further describes lead single and music video "American Carnage" as "a deranged update of Bob Dylan’s 'Subterranean Homesick Blues,' a profane kiss-off to a profane president."

The album is available digitally and physically on Bandcamp, iTunes, Apple Music, Amazon, Spotify, Napster, Deezer, Tidal, iHeartRadio, and many others.


¡paLABra!

The Latin American arm of the Lyric Advisory Board returns from their fact finding mission in Cuba to present us with a detailed analysis of pre-revolutionary art in the post-cultural era, and a desperate plea for the necessity of international intervention in affairs of the heart and the hips.

There will be arguments for the ultimate superiority of Prado's 8th Mambo (versus the more recognizable bastardization of the 5th), extended riffs on the infinite potential of arpeggiation, and a stern lecture on the proper appreciation of a polyrhythm (spoiler alert para los gringos y las gringas: it ain't the ones and threes).

Unlike last year's flash in the pan, there are already TWO very special presentations of the ¡paLABra! manifesto lined up for 2018, including a return to Arte Para Todos at the lovely little jazz club Gibraltar on April 26; and a slot at the sprawling Chill on the Hill series in the heart of Humboldt Park on July 17. Additionally, Arte Para Todos has leaked advance audio of the aforementioned mambo - recorded live in two takes en La Ciudad de Plata - and it is a SCORCHER.

Lace your tips, loosen your tie and let your tongue roll - this ain't no loving tribute, ain't no lite jazz, ain't no Buena Vista and ain't no Babalu.

Esta es la ¡paLABra!

This Land Was Made for You and Me

Standing at the front of a historic populist meeting hall with a capacity crowd. Studying the silence while singing deeply personal words about transience and transcendence. Launching into a great American anthem, rallying the troops as they clap in surprising time and sing in perfect rhyme. An extended, improvised interlude about private property and public land, culminating in a cry of "this land belongs to NO ONE!" followed by a beat that feels like an eternity, before the room erupts. A little pandering, "from California, to the state of Wisconsin," and the room erupts again and thank god they're on our side, then grab those voices all at once with fists in the air for a final, hymnal "made for you and me," and just enough time to choke back a tear and mumble a humble gratitude, before being rushed off stage directly into a warm handshake by BERNIE F#?@ING SANDERS, complete with wide grin and effusive praise.

Sounds like a dream, doesn't it? Damn sure felt like one. But that is exactly how my good friend Kat Wodtke and I spent our Saturday morning, at a time when we might otherwise still be asleep, and thankfully some folks sent us the pictures and video to prove it to ourselves later (we go on around the 25 minute mark). I was (for whatever reason) invited to join Senator Sanders, and several other distinguished guests, in a rally to promote Randy Bryce's campaign for the congressional seat currently held by House Speaker Paul Ryan. While I may be generally politically agnostic, everything about this speaks to my revolutionary side; and while I may generally refrain from endorsing political candidates, I have had the pleasure of meeting Mr Bryce previously, and find myself continually shocked by his openness, compassion, and sincerity (he even personally contacted me just a few hours after the rally to thank us again for our performance).

None of this would mean anything if it wasn't also a helluva lotta fun, which it was - Kat is always a pleasure and a joy to work with (she has contributed greatly to the upcoming LAB record), and I am eternally grateful to her for stepping up, standing beside me, singing effortlessly, and always reaffirming my deep anti-authoritarian streak. Likewise, it would have been pointless if we hadn't had the temerity to use our platform in an intentional way, which we did - between Kat's couture, my rhetoric, and our song selections, we spoke our hearts and minds, and walked off that stage without a shred of shame or compromise.

Our heartfelt and humble gratitude to Randy Bryce and Bernie Sanders for allowing us to use our voices honestly, and for their incredibly kind words after - we were honored to be a part of that ripple. There was a palpable sense of hope and pride among all the staffers and supporters; and there were powerful speeches balancing understanding, inclusiveness and empathy, with firm intolerance of injustice and economic machinations. There was a belief in the air I have not felt in many years, and a buzz that is only growing stronger. This may be a moment - this may be the sign of a movement. This may be our land yet.



Angels

No more political screeds. No more finger pointing. No more endless screaming into the abyss. There is a sickness spreading across our society - it has no name, and it has no face. It is in all of us, and unless each one of us faces it within ourselves, it threatens to destroy us.

Late Sunday night on October 1, 2017, another diseased individual emptied endless rounds of ammunition into a crowd, ultimately responsible for the deaths of nearly 60 people, and the injury of another 500. He left behind no manifesto, no explanation, and we still have no clear motive - the one thing we do seem to know is that he was likely planning this scenario for over a year.

In the aftermath, we have returned to business as usual, placing blame, spinning facts, and accusing each other of complicity. Many of these reactions are justified, and perhaps even partially true. It is all too easy to succumb to the fear of the Other, whatever and whoever that Other may be - however, it is much more difficult to acknowledge that we are all the Other to someone, and we are all complicit in the fear and hatred that is rapidly consuming us.

White men have been behind the vast majority of recorded mass killings, but it cannot be ignored that they are killing themselves at a far greater rate. Women have been marginalized and victimized by political backlash, but 53% of white female voters specifically requested this framework. Native Americans are being forced off their land once again, while their leaders form coalitions to support the economic policies of the oppressors. Another young black man will most likely die tomorrow, but it may be at the hands of the police, or a casualty of random crime. Another immigrant is most likely being accused of theft at this very moment, while he works the shit job that none of the rest of us actually want, but many of them are here because of a fractured dream of financial promise and upward mobility.

I don't pretend to know the answers, and I don't know that I can engage with the dialogue any longer. I do know that I have been just as much to blame as anyone, and I know that I don't want to be part of the problem any longer - however, I don't think espousing my opinions will help. Unless we can all set aside our beliefs for a moment, reach through the screen and recognize each other as fragile and beautiful, I don't know that we can be saved.

Late Monday night, after my daughter was tucked safely in bed, I cried bitter and ugly tears. Then I tried to pick myself up from the living room rug in the only way I know how. I offer a record of this event in the hopes that it may provide comfort or inspiration to someone else, and to honor the memory of those who died for our sins. The songs are free to download, but should anyone choose to donate, all money will be sent directly to the National Compassion Fund, an organization dedicated to providing 100% of proceeds directly to victims of violent crime. I also offer a promise to myself, and to all my friends and neighbors, that from this moment forward I will be donating any and all digital sales from my music to similar non-political organizations.

I am no better than you, but I want to be better than I am. I hope you will join me.

All my love,

Allen

Wisconsin Foodie: Music by Allen Coté

Dézòd Rèkòd and Wisconsin Foodie are pleased to present the official, authorized soundtrack to the Emmy-winning PBS television show, featuring 16 selections from the last 8 seasons, hand-picked by the composer himself.

From the cool jazz of the title cards to the gypsy swing of Jessica Bell's theme, Hawaiian slack-key guitar to weeping strings, the variety of moods and styles are guaranteed to please almost anyone as they transport you back to your favorite Foodie episode. Even if you've never seen the show, there's something to love here - imagine scoring your morning commute with some stylophone and melodica, or taking a jog to the strains of a surf guitar.

Featuring musicians who have played on stages from the Pabst Theater to the Royal Albert Hall, this album is the distillation of years of musical and technical growth, and traces the rise of one of the most popular independent television shows in the upper Midwest. The album is available in digital and physical formats, and the physical packaging contains recycled post-consumer material.

Allen Coté, Dézòd Rèkòd and Wisconsin Foodie have all received many requests for the release of this material over the years - we are all very excited to finally be able to share our labor of love, and truly hope you derive even a fraction of the joy from listening as we did from creating. Until next time, eat well, be well, and be sure to tune into the new season in April.

LAB presents Revolver

In celebration of the 50th anniversary of The Beatles' Revolver, the Lyric Advisory Board has reimagined the entire album with a number of musicians from Milwaukee and beyond, featuring cover art by renowned Portland, OR artist Lisa Congdon. All proceeds will benefit Equality Florida's fund to assist the families of victims of the shooting at the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, FL on June 12, 2016.

The basic guitar and vocal tracks were all recorded live in a single night, two days after the shooting, as a meditation and a means of coping - all additional overdubs were conducted in a similar fashion, on a first thought/best thought basis, emphasizing intention over perfection, with little to no editing done. All musicians have donated their time, and Lisa Congdon has personally and graciously allowed us to license her artwork free of charge.

We could say a great many things about the horrific events in Orlando, and the social and political climate that led to them; but in the end we're just artists, and our job is to shed a light, not filter it. All of us sincerely hope that whatever your feelings, you receive some peace and comfort, and a little reminder of our shared humanity - the more things change, the more they stay the same; and we're all stuck in this great cycle together.

"Play the game Existence to the end
Of the beginning ..."

The Sublimative Sessions - Vol. 3: The Bad Verse

We've already been through the "New, Annotated, Coté's Dictionary" definition of sublimation, so we'll skip the extrapolation this time around and cut straight to the chase: we're back!

The fine folks at Dézòd Rèkòd and the less fine folks at Allen Coté Industries, LLC are pleased to present the release of the latest volume of The Sublimative Sessions: "Volume Three: The Bad Verse" - featuring past and current members of The New Red Moons, The Great Lake Drifters, The Form, The Scarring Party, Lisa Ridgely and the Fainting Room, Field Report, and many others; and recorded live in a single day, with minimal overdubs, at the lakeside studios of 77eleven Productions.

We will be celebrating the expulsion of three years' post-production with a release party at Linneman's Riverwest Inn on January 22, 2016; and live appearances on 88.9 Radio Milwaukee at 5:30pm on January 21, and Fox 6 Studio A at 4pm on January 22 - the live performances will feature a core band of Milwaukee supersessionists Krystal Kuehl, Nathan Kilen and Jeff Brueggeman; with special appearances by Heidi Spencer, Lisa Ridgely, Ryan Elliott, and other surprise guests. Free noisemakers with download codes will be provided at all performances; and handmade wooden whistles with embedded flash drives will be for sale, featuring all three volumes of The Sublimative Sessions (so far) - the full purpose of these trinkets will be revealed in the interactive portion of our release show at Linneman's ...

It's been a while since we've hugged, smooched, shaken hands, said hello; and we've missed your lovely little eardrums; so please join us for some or all of these special events, and let's shake off the subzero with a little shared heat - we'll save a seat for you.