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III

by Dusted

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    Standard edition black 12" vinyl.

    Tracklist:

    1) Not Offering
    2) Baseball
    3) Cedar Tree
    4) They Don't Know You
    5) Little More Time
    6) Mountain Top
    7) Bide My Time
    8) Wash My Hands Away
    9) Erik
    10) Recovery Cone
    11) Clouds
    12) Palmer

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    III – Track Listing
    1. Not Offering
    2. Baseball
    3. Cedar Tree
    4. They Don’t Know You
    5. Little More Time
    6. Mountain Top
    7. Bide My Time
    8. Wash My Hands Away
    9. Erik
    10. Recovery Cone
    11. Clouds
    12. Palmer

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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Full tracklist:
    1) Not Offering
    2) Baseball
    3) Cedar Tree
    4) They Don't Know You
    5) Little More Time
    6) Mountain Top
    7) Bide My Time
    8) Wash My Hands Away
    9) Erik
    10) Recovery Cone
    11) Clouds
    12) Palmer
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  • Limited Edition Coloured 12" Vinyl
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Limited Edition Coloured 12" Vinyl

    III – Track Listing
    1. Not Offering
    2. Baseball
    3. Cedar Tree
    4. They Don’t Know You
    5. Little More Time
    6. Mountain Top
    7. Bide My Time
    8. Wash My Hands Away
    9. Erik
    10. Recovery Cone
    11. Clouds
    12. Palmer

    Includes unlimited streaming of III via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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1.
Not Offering 02:45
I have given up. I've given enough. I was so sure. So it goes, I am not anymore. They just keep taking. I was offering. I have given up. I've given enough. I was so sure. So it goes, I am not anymore. They've taken everything. They take and then they just keep taking. I am not offering. I am not offering.
2.
Baseball 03:52
She was living like a silhouette in someone else’s movie set. Her father was a drama queen, had always stolen all her scenes. I was emotionally detached. It’s not your fault; I was born like that. She said nobody holds me back, said they cauterized the gap. She was looking out for her big chance, always looking for a big expanse, to be the light in someone’s dark, to be the dust in someone’s heart. I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know. No one needs to know. I was running from my past. I was sleeping with a baseball bat. I had one eye on the door, had always wanted to be sure I’d recognize my other half. I was emotionally detached. It’s not your fault I was torn in half. But you could help me bring it back. I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know. No one needs to know.
3.
Cedar Tree 01:53
Dream the same thing every night and I wake with you by my side. I know it’ll be alright. I see your form in the morning light. Oh, I know that I belong to you. Bury me ‘neath the cedar tree with the furthest view. In the wake of a hotel sign, I can’t get you off my mind. Pacific Ocean, coastal time, reads four in the morning. Oh, I know that I belong to you. Bury me ‘neath the cedar tree with the furthest view.
4.
Tethered me to the coast, a thin black rope. Throw it over your shoulder but you’ll never let it go… slowly drags you back home. They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do. Highway exit underpass. The moment you know is your last. Look over your shoulder, with an awkward laugh, ‘I may never come back’. They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do. Ooh baby. Ooh baby. Oh, nobody knows, seventeen years and you can’t crack the code. Oh, nobody knows, sink so deep that you can’t climb out. Ooh baby, carve your name in the wall you’ve been raising. Ooh, baby, carve your name in your own grave. Oh, nobody knows, seventeen years and you can’t crack the code. Oh, nobody knows, sink so deep that you can’t climb out. They don’t know you. They don’t know you like I do.
5.
Just a little more time, all I want from you. A little more of your light, all I ask of you... all I ask of you. In the middle of the night what more could you do? You were already halfway gone yet we hardly knew. Yet I hardly knew. All I ask of you... all I ask of you. I was out of my mind. I was running out of memory. If I could only hold the line. If you cared a little more, if you could cut the cord for me. I get disconnected sometimes. Are you fading from my mind. Are you fading from my memory. If you cared a little more, if you could cut the cord for me. I get disconnected sometimes. All I want from you, just a little more time... all I want from you.
6.
Mountain Top 02:27
There's a pitch black parking lot, a familiar empty spot. I ask where you've been. They just drop a pin. Does it tear you limb from limb? Did it get beneath your skin? You'll reveal yourself to no one else again. They never had your back. You're going to get them back for that. There's a cardboard backdrop. You can carve your mountain top. I ask where you've been. They just super-impose you in. They never had your back. You're going to get them back for that.
7.
Bide My Time 01:45
Feel like murdering them all? Feel like bashing in their skulls? Feel like getting even? ‘No, not even at all.’ I’ll bide my time, a cloud of smoke’. Feel like breaking all their bones? ‘Feel like getting out of here out of self-preservation alone. I’ll bide my time, a cloud of smoke, a thin outline. I'll bide my time’.
8.
I will pray. I will wash my hands away. Struck the match with fingers made of wax. You give the slip. You wore down your wrists. I will wait. I will wash my hands of this. I will wait. I will wash my hands away.
9.
Erik 03:33
Did you just confess to get it off your chest? You’re just some stupid kid. It doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t do. They tell me talk is cheap. When it’s meaningless it’s free. Well, how much could it be? It’s pretty much just dirt you’re feeding me. Even when it all makes sense it makes no difference.
10.
I thought about my love. There’s no one that I thought more often of. Set adrift on a small white cloud. Set it on the pile. Set it on fire. I said it with a smile. Set it on fire. I have opened up my eyes to the morning light. Saw the shadow fade away. Set it on the pile. Set in on fire. Babe’s in the bath with the lights down low, a sling, a cast, recovery cone. It breaks me up but you don’t know. Gonna bail before they get home.
11.
Clouds 02:19
If you thought that I was avoiding you, I was. You got clouds in your eyes. I walk around these days twisted in so many ways. The air you breathe is dirt to me. You got clouds in your eyes.
12.
Palmer 03:24
I was unaware. I was asleep, drawn into the deep. A simple surgery, sewn into a V. I will never forget anything, forced all I know into a small black shape, onto magnetic tape. It’ll come around but you don’t know. Simple repetition gets you down. I was drawn to you but you dragged it on. I always felt for you but that feelings gone.

about

DUSTED III

I woke one morning, realizing I had been dreaming about an old forgotten song. Why had it come back to me? As I dug through my apartment looking for reminders I realized the more important question was ‘why was it forgotten?’ Plugging in my old laptop, whose battery no longer worked and whose mic input was clogged with a smashed kiwi fruit I had mistakenly left in my travel bag so many years earlier, I was struck by two things: the laptop was a piece of shit on it’s death-legs AND it was full of forgotten songs.

For years I carried these songs around with me, intending to record them all in time. While it could’ve been a heavy process, pulling them all back into my life, listening to them that morning was fun. I was hearing someone else. Forgetting them allowed me to hear them fresh and un-judged. Over the next few days I felt the sense of burden returning. My friend Alex, singer of Metz and fellow bandmate in LIDS, had the sage advice: pick a few favourites, add them to whatever is already on the go and record it all, quick! The result was a three day session at Palace, engineered by Chris Sandes. I enlisted the help of a couple friends on a few songs. It was probably the easiest studio session I’ve ever done. I was back to the lessons I learned on my first Dusted record, Total Dust: Keep the songs bare, and unburdened. Keep the intention and emotion honest and exposed, right on the surface.

Going back to that question, ‘why had I forgotten these songs?’ it was possibly a survival mechanism. I suppose it had to do with two previous records going over schedule. Holy Fuck’s Congrats took years while the band and members criss-crossed through life changes. But it was the previous Dusted record, Blackout Summer, that had to be entirely scrapped and started over. A friend and would-be producer helped steer it totally off course, clicking songs to a grid, over-editing vocals, sample replacing, drenching tracks in plug-ins. It was exactly the record I didn't want to make. It took a wide arc but eventually landed in the right place. I guess all these false starts and deluded ideas of the many, many records I’d have by now became too much. Unfinished songs ended up exorcised from my mind in order to move on. In the basement bedroom that had previously been my studio, looking at the crib sitting where my mixing desk used to be, I had to wonder if becoming a parent was part of it.

It was more than song ideas on those demos: Anna’s voice, unaware of my recording, suggested names for our new kitten (now ten). Our dog’s nails clicked on the hardwood floor of an old apartment, only days after she arrived from the shelter. Holy Fuck in a flat in Birmingham, made tea and discussed set-lists. It was a time capsule of the most important parts of me. It was not because of my newborn daughter that I had forgotten these songs; it was because of her that they came back.

As I listen to the finished album now I’m struck by how much of it is about letting go. As I said, not all the songs came from lost demos. The newest song, Not Offering, opens the album perfectly: ‘I have given up. I have given enough’. I don't want to say anything too specific about that song’s meaning. I will say it was in my head a lot as I was driving the rented moving truck back and forth from Toronto to Nova Scotia. It was all the lost friendships, the let-downs, the things that turned sour. It felt suddenly more relevant as I was moving our worldly possessions on those twenty-four hour drives, only taking breaks to sleep hunched over a cooler with my dog next to me. Letting go is a hard thing to do!

But yes, there is joy to this record. People have commented on it being a ‘pandemic’ record. While my gut says that it isn’t, after all it was written over years and mostly recorded before all this began, I realize, actually, it has unfolded in its final stages here in Nova Scotia, cut off and quite alone. It was all finished at the edge of a lake, mostly in the rain. The rain is even on the record, between songs, which I kept almost to prove these songs existed in that moment, in that place- like those bits of life unwittingly captured on the original demos. On this record you hear rain and birds. Listening to it now as I pace my backyard, double checking mixes in my headphones, it sounds like the record that came with me to my new home, with my wife and daughter, so far from everything before. This record is not about letting go. It is about learning what to hold on to.

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released July 23, 2021

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Dusted Canning, Nova Scotia

Brian Borcherdt aka Dusted is best known as founding member of the Polaris Prize-shortlisted electro-experimental band Holy Fuck.
This project serves as a vehicle for more traditional songwriting, although the sound retains many of the experimental elements he’s become known for. Dusted III offers a meditation on change and rebirth that all of us can relate to at this moment.
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