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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Purchase the album "12/12" in a physical format. A 4-side wallet case that comes with a CD of music and a 24-page booklet of lyrics and photography specifically made for each song.
Photography was done by Josh Dookhie and made in very close collaboration with the band via slide-projection and inspired by the work of Abelardo Morell. Each photograph captures and represents an important memory leading to the inspiration and creation of each individual song.
Each song has a corresponding number in the booklet (1/12, 2/12, etc.) denoting the month and year each song was written. By following those numbers you can listen to the album in it's chronologically written order, providing a very different listening experience that uniquely contrasts the track listing the album currently has.
Includes unlimited streaming of 12/12
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Anthony Cenerini for the endless patience, often necessary guidance, and over a thousands hours spent,
Jordan Cayer for your unprecedented, unwavering enthusiasm and commitment and friendship to this very day,
Cassidy Mann for giving me confidence in myself that I didn’t know I could have,
Adam Fuhr for your essential second opinion and everlasting encouragement,
John Baron for being a one-man string section,
Hudson Fedun for being endlessly inspiring,
Nicole Cote for the seemingly neverending faith and love you have invested in me,
Alex Campbell, Jess Rae Ayer, & Brennan Wall for your incredible, precise expertise & talent,
Nick Pegoretti, Cody Iwasiuk for your time and fantastic performances, both in the studio and on the stage,
Ryan Lindsay, Micheal Dunn, Jordon Ottenson for performing these songs live despite not being a part of this album,
Jason Podolsky for letting us borrow loads of vintage gear and fixing all our shit when we inevitably broke it,
Yes We Mystic for being the greatest friend-band I could ever dream of having,
Roland Deschambault for so heavily believing in both this album and me,
David Schellenberg for your constant honesty,
Mum & Dad for more than I could ever hope to elequently write here,
Lydia Redpath for understanding.
Co. is and was… Jordan Cayer, Anthony Cenerini, Cody Iwasiuk, Nick Pegoretti, Adam Fuhr, John Baron, Alex Campbell, Jess Rae Ayer, Hudson Fedun, Brennan Wall, Karl Manchur.
“12/12” was written as one song, each month, for the year of 2012. Each song has a corresponding number beside it’s name, denoting the month and year it was written. The track listing is the way I believe the songs flow best as an album, but you can listen to the songs in their chronologically written order by following those numbers.
released March 3, 2016
All songs & lyrics written by Adam Hanney.
The lyrics “I broke down crying in white gymnasiums, naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons” in track 5 were lifted and slightly altered from the poem “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg.
Recorded by Anthony Cenerini at Gateway Recording Co. in Winnipeg, Manitoba from February 21st, 2013 to January 10th, 2015.
Mixed by Anthony Cenerini at Gateway Recording Co. in Winnipeg, Manitoba from January 2015 to June 2015.
Mastered by Ryan Morey at Grey Market Mastering in Montréal, Québec from June 2015 to September 2015
Produced by Anthony Cenerini.
Tracks 3, 4, 6, 8, and 11 produced by Adam Hanney & Anthony Cenerini.
String arrangements on tracks 4, 8, and 10 by John Baron, Adam Hanney, & Anthony Cenerini.
Photography/art concept by Adam Hanney & Jordan Cayer.
Photography by Josh Dookhie.
Design by Jadyn Klassen.
It’s a spike in the graph; I know I’m usually like this but I’m not usually this bad. And it’s a scary thought when I start to think I might’ve gotten it all wrong, at least according to everyone and their opinions. But I don’t think I was. I wouldn’t call this regret, it’s not a feeling I’m fond of. It’s post-script, a little useless, but that’s just how these things work now, isn’t it? Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have. I might need some space but I won’t hold resentment. And I couldn’t tell you if this was a coping method, but I’ve been getting on my bike after drinking every night since last weekend, purposely finding any way to just ride past your street. Where did it turn south? Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow. Where did it turn bad? Because I see genuine joy and smiles in these photos I still have… Where did they go? I figured we would know you gotta hold it close. If you don’t nurture the fire how can you expect us to glow? And without it everything just turns so cold. Where did it turn south? Sometimes I visit our past and try to figure it out, Because these memories I have don’t add up somehow, and I don’t wanna go back because it’s not like that now. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. Where did it turn bad? They could have been lying but I don’t think they can. There’s truth in those stills if I’m not mistaken. And it’s a pill I can’t swallow that now we’re just friends, when all I see is joy and smiles… well, at least they were genuine back then.
Track Name: Home
Expect me to be in a terrible mood until July, maybe June. When I’ll be leaving, I’m on the move, for a better place I hope and assume. but I’ll be back, mum and dad, when I can. Expect me to think that all I need is a helping hand to get me on my feet, and a firm slap across my face to send some realization upwards to my brain. I was solid and safe for a bit but I lost grip of my rock, and all these songs are just ideas. Just bits and bobs, and not complete thoughts. I’ll be back, mum and dad, when I can.
Track Name: Cede
Let’s stay in and drink wine, and we’ll critique whatever movie we’re watching. Let the light flood in from the streets, the foreign orange eats up half the floor inside. But it’s still dark. And we’re close. But I’ve got evergreens in my heart. And I don’t choose where they grow, but it’s still my fault I suppose. Then it breaks; our gaze shifts and separates. I could barely see your face anyway. From the couch, on our feet, to the kitchen, to the door frame, it’s like my dreadful dreams that oscillate. Repeat and repeat but we don’t escape. Can’t you feel the rhythm in the waves? There’s a pattern that we trace. This pattern we create. This city can be pretty but only when the lights double. When downtown’s dead and the streets are wet from a melted midnight snowfall. And step by step, this route again, on my cold walk home, I distract myself with my favourite pseudo retro rock and roll. And I realize that I m completely alone.