Stained Glass

by Kayo Dot

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Scenes of rapture, agony, and consecration are arrayed as windows in this latest EP by the avant-rock maestros. With a large ensemble of glimmering malleted percussion, shrieking distorted organs, crystalline guitars, and sighing horns, violins, and vocals, Stained Glass' translucent passages of unearthly beauty set a new standard in soothing terror. Stained Glass features the return of original Kayo Dot lyricist Jason Byron, as well as a guest appearance by electric guitar genius Trey Spruance (Secret Chiefs 3, Mr. Bungle).

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released November 26, 2010

Lyrics by Jason Byron
Music by Toby Driver and Kayo Dot

David Bodie - drums and other percussion
Toby Driver - vocals, guitar, bass, casio keyboards, glockenspiel
Mia Matsumiya - violin
Dan Means - tenor sax and clarinet
Terran Olson - rhodes piano, hammond organ, harmonium, korg mono/poly

Special guest musicians;
Russell Greenberg - vibraphone
Trey Spruance - guitar solo

Original guitar, vibraphone, and rhodes trio recorded by Jim Fogarty at Zing, Westfield, MA in March 2010
harmonium and Korg Mono/Poly recorded by Tomek Miernowski at Grand Street Recording, Brooklyn, NY in July 2010
Additional recording by Toby Driver, Summer 2010

Mixed by Jim Fogarty at Zing
Mastered by Mell Dettmer at Sinister Kitchen, Seattle, Washington

Cover painting by Toby Driver

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Track Name: Stained Glass
I will exalt my throne above the stars of God
Will chain the stars and pull down the heavens
Will sow the seeds of corruption -
They are many and always in their season,
And the fruits that swell on the Tree of Knowledge

One tree grew on Golgotha, I cut me a staff therefrom
And I wept as I mocked him and wished the world would forget
And I travel the course of time, and I tread the bones of the dead

No love, no freedom, no joy
No mind, no thought, no reason
Bound we are by nails
Broken we are by the broken
And the devastation that followed

I have garmented myself with the garment of excess
And have drunk deeply from the chalice of want
These profited me not, and are as sand poured into my throat
I sat me down for an age and denied the cloak of the world
In the end I denied my own life, and all was as it ever was

Remember all ye that though the body falls among the years
It is as a discarded walking staff on the hedgerow beside the Path