burst & bloom records

Spring is here, and we have a few new releases for you.

1. Tommy McCaffrey‘s debut book of poems, I Have To Tell You and This is Not the Right Time.

2. Lucky Numbers: A Tribute to Viking Moses, featuring Castanets, Devendra Banhart, Malcolm Middleton (of Arab Strap), Rebecca Taylor (of Slow Club), and seven others covering the songs of Viking Moses.

3. Ruin Renewal‘s second EP, Chess Club.

4. Tiger Saw has quietly dropped their long-awaited The Sky and the Dirt EP. Free download!

Coming soon: New music from Guy Capecelatro III

Lucky Numbers- a Tribute to Viking Moses

1. Gregg Porter – Lucky Numbers
2. Rebecca Taylor- Sole Command of the Day
3. Malcolm Middleton – Life Empty Eyes
4. Golden Ghost – Threshold of Man
5. Adrian Crowley – Under the Soda Sky
6. Guy Capecelatro III – Fingernail Moon
7. Tin Ceilings – Sandstorms
8. Tiger Saw – Down In The Water Below
9. Castanets- Pretty Little Eyes
10. Picastro – One Arm Around the Sinner
11. Devendra Banhart – Jones Boys

More info HERE.

Our friends at Dromedary Records are releasing the new Guy Capecelatro III album, North for the Winter on February 21st, 2012.
Download the first single ‘Like Anything’ HERE.

Guy will be hitting the road in March to support the album. Please get in touch if you’d like to host a show in your town.

“Top Tens”

Some of the gang from Burst & Bloom have compiled their top ten lists for the year 2011. And none of them stop at ten. Read on to see our favorite albums, movies, TV shows, etc…

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We’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the Burst & Bloom family, Tommy McCaffrey.

McCaffrey is a poet, currently living in Brooklyn, and we’re excited to be releasing his debut book of poems, I Have To Tell You and This Is Not the Right Time, in early 2012.

Below, a poem, featured in The Furnace Review.

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Breakfast

I never saw you eat breakfast the way it is supposed to be.

There were no windows in our kitchen.

No morning light falling upon your face, no sun dangling from soft lips;
a drop of milk-

spackle falling off the easy dimple in your chin.
I am off for work instead,

or you’re gone by the time I wake.

And I wake,

With only softly shaded groggy snapshots,
articles draped across the dresser,

your loose underwear pulled tight against
the red showered ass you shook
in the chilly stale
between the apartment walls.

To breathe in deep against the window glass as you left the bedroom,
I stopped,

as your steps descended out into day,

and spotted a parking ticket
in the midday glow
of the lot.