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MULER
On The Rug

01. On The Rug
02. Slowpoke

Muler erupts to the hilt with crushing power pop twists and turns, smeared with deadly shots of frenzied feedback. With more hooks than a tackle box, these guys need to relax. On egg-yolk orange vinyl, including "On The Rug" and "Slowpoke." Mail order ONLY...not in stores.
Cat No: DER-351
Recording Time: 6 min 09 sec

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REVIEWS:

"Muler are a power pop combo going back and forth between tension and calm - switching between distortion and a very clean sound mixed with vocals reminiscent to Samiam. This is an excellent, high energy, high emotion release." - Rational Inquirer

"This strident, inviting power-pop crackles with a sonic overload of melodic guitars and bracing Peter Searcy-like (Squirrel Bait) sore throat vocals. On this blazing hot single, the Rochester quartet effectively vacillate between clamoring tension and quiet releases to allow each raging surge to blast out with greater force, and give the song a more commanding and convincing feel. The jangly guitar playing remains bouncy and light throughout, assuring a constant cool blanket of air beneath the fervent surges of vocal and rhythm. Good stuff." - Big Takeover

"The a-side finds these Rochester NY, kids digging around a sort of Superchunk-y, emo-pop thing, complete with aggressive, mid-fi distortion and dramatic quiet-loud bits. But flip it over to Slowpoke and you've got an awesome, ultra-catchy tune that's just perfect summer music." - Magnet

"The a-side is two minutes and forty-six seconds of perfect pop, a melodic burst seething with tumbling buzzsaw guitar lines and hoarse, disappearing vocals, so painfully post-modern that it's like punk rock was never invented." - Brushback


LYRICS:

On The Rug i found that every time. sprawled out on the rug with you in mind. feel it in my knees. sophia won't you please. no one knows how much i love your eyes. i stare at nothing more. face is faded falling off my door. rome is far away. i'll make it there one day. to tell you all the times we've been alone Slowpoke swam through and fumbled for the light. stuck around for hours and spent the night. snuck into my room, put your head on my pillow. backtrack when you led me wrong along. dirt path, as you hummed that velvet's song. and i cleared it out as we played under willow. i see you i can't believe that you're my friend. cherry coke no dope nothing but a slowpoke. sometimes i thought your style ruled. you played it safe. played it cool. dug in deep and found you were shallow. can't tell if i know what you're all about. can't say if i think you deserve an out. said you played guitar even before you said hello