Enjoy The Ridge

by The Quelle Source

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“If you're into fast, keyboard-heavy melodies and guitar riffs ranging from 90s alt-grunge to indie to punk, chances are you'll dig the Quelle Source. Enjoy The Ridge ... has a crisp, professional sound that goes back and forth between an Incesticide-era Nirvana and the reverbed foolhardiness of Deerhoof. ” Randy LoBasso - Origivation Magazine

“On Enjoy the Ridge, The Quelle Source incorporate rapid drum beats, loud electric guitars, and screeching vocals to create songs with as much adrenaline as a first kiss. Lead singer Kevin Ryan’s vocals sound like the Decemberists' Colin Meloy on four hours of sleep and a few adderall pills.” Katie Bennett - The Deli Magazine Philadelphia

“The Quelle Source's energy makes them awesome, plus their super cool guitar riffs (“OT5″) ... their proven ability to slow it down (“Wives’ Tale”), the lead singer’s sweet voice, and their angsty lyrical genius.” Kristin Garrett - The Indie Handbook

Released on December 12, 2009, “Enjoy the Ridge” finds The Quelle Source abandoning the sheen of their eponymous EP in favor of 10 tracks laced with lengthy guitar feedback and pop hooks alike.

Unlike the band's 2008 EP, which was recorded in three days, “Enjoy the Ridge” took 11 months of home recording to complete, including one total erasure of the album five months into the process. But recording at home gave the band all the time they needed to pepper songs like “The Silence Is On” with coordinated double-guitar solos, host a party with 60 of their closest friends to provide group vocals for the jubilant “Hi-Fi Glasses Crush,” and use singer Kevin Ryan's high-ceilinged bathroom for the vocals on slow burner “Wives' Tale.”

“Enjoy the Ridge” contains no love songs. Why would it when it hits on so many other more interesting topics, including the irrational fear that all the oxygen on Earth will suddenly and violently disappear (“Creepy”), why living with your parents may or may not destroy your creative muse (“Scratch Your Fast Forward”), and what you might be thinking about as you ride a bike through a post-apocalyptic metropolis (“That's What Bees Said”)?

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released December 12, 2009

Dan Comly: keyboards
Brendan Lafferty: drums, backup vocals
Kevin Ryan: lead and rhythm guitar, vocals, percussion
Chris Wafer: bass
Dan Wisniewski: lead and rhythm guitar, vocals

All songs written by Dan Wisniewski except "OT5" and "Wives' Tale," written by Kevin Ryan, and "Escalation," written by Dan Wisniewski and Kevin Ryan.

All songs arranged by The Quelle Source.

Recorded at home on Ridge Ave. in Philadelphia, Pa, January - November 2009

Mixed and mastered by Cody Cichowski at Milkboy Recording Studios in Ardmore, PA

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Track Name: Climateers
Grab your keys and your coat
and I’ll tell your friends we have to go
‘cause we can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute

We’re the newly-crowned Climateers
and we’re far too old to stay here
We can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute
can’t stand a minute

How did I create this, and
how did I forget this part, and
how can I erase it?
Track Name: That's What Bees Said
I was standing on the corner
thinking I’d had too much to drink
swaying
waiting for you to come and
pick me up and take me back to my place
so I can wash my face
and shower
and kick on my new heater
in the mirror say, “You can do this, man,”
put my arms ‘round your waist
but you’re just telling me to stop
But I can’t
stop

I can see two Indians
standing on my hillside
smoking
watching me tying my shoes
and mowing my lawn outside of
my big house with my big heater
Just ‘cause there’s a fire doesn’t mean the firemen are on their way
and I’ve got eight arrows in my back
And I wish she’d just

Stop
stop
stop
but I can’t stop

I was hiding out in my garage
waiting for the moon to fall
so I could put it in my copybook
with my transcripts, manuscripts, documents and dialectics
Centuries-old tributaries
You look OK in that dress
Did it work out alright for you
‘cause it didn’t work out so hot for me
Stop
stop
stop
but I can’t stop

Well I got myself a nice little red one-seat bicycle
I can ride around through charred remains
of everything I’ve ever known
and everyone I’ve ever loved
even ‘til their dying day
were pulling on my shirt sleeves
screaming they can’t stop
well, me neither

I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
Track Name: Hi-Fi Glasses Crush
Do do do do do
I was The Breakfast Prince, I lived in a blue school bus
with an eternal headache, I was right on the cusp
of becoming the one that no one wanted caught,
singing

I was the button pusher for the nuclear waste
The inappropriate eye-undresser of the chaste
In a city where the old told the young to be brave
I knew better

I held my breath between every new song that I wrote
while the criminals lined up outside of my home
screaming, “Please let us in!
We heard you were the last ones with hope for us!”

Well you heard wrong

You can try to call
you can try to write
You can pretend to bawl your eyes out
over nothing tonight
Oh, but fake tears never hurt anyone
especially when your face is the center of the sun
They’ll melt away
into the hand of nearest guy
But that’s alright
It’s one less thing that I have to deal with tonight

Do do do do do

Guitar solo!

I took poetic license and put my hand through a wall
And fell asleep waiting for you in the hall
but you just stepped over me, to go off drinking alone
humming

After I preached to the choir, I set fire to the lawn
while everyone that I loved drowned in their half-finished songs
There’s the way that things are supposed to be and the way that they are
That’s just the…

Oh, oh, oh!

You can count your steps if you’re scared
You can ask someone to comb your hair
You can devour a million news reports
But when those colorful ticker tape parades,
when they don’t make you feel safe,
you’ll wish we built up a bit of a better rapport
But that’s alright
‘cause all of this is just nonsense anymore

Do do do do do
Track Name: Scratch Your Fast Forward
Scratch your fast forward
Stay on the floor of your parents’ house
Just know that if you want to leave,
it’s going to cost you, son

No, you’re not welcome
No, you’re not welcome
Here at all

Scratch your fast forward
Stay on the floor of your parents’ house
And be our William Blake
There’s nothing for you outside your door

No, you’re not welcome
No, you’re not welcome
Here at all
Track Name: OT5
Feel it all the shirt and the bottle, the floor
All this spinnin' surrounding I’m begging for more

And it feels a lot better to be me
And it feels alot better to be free
Track Name: The State Line
The Foreign Inadequacy Project was just six months behind
and The League of Divorced Daughters were getting high
in The Empty Room at the top of the stairs
And I’ve been telling myself this is the year I’m going to have to try
to smoke out my impurities
and just fry my insides

Yeah, and hey you, Backseat Lovers
promise me you’ll take care of each other
it’s a rough world you’re living out there
‘Cause Cheap Love Martyrs are lamented but forgotten

Is it a net or a noose that you’re looking for?
The cellar door of the seventh floor?
A lonesome twin bed or Dad with a stroller?

The Glass Club met four times a day
and I tried to teach myself how to lie,
to Cooper-off, to smile, to sleep in my car
and re-learn how to ride my bike
Until the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition
and the Pink Cup Connection
was broken when The King of Uncomfortable came
and drank everything
and that was me

And they say, “Hey man, I mean
you should just try to take it easy
In a crowded room or out to sea, you’ll succeed”
Yeah, but anymore it comes down to a question of company

A shadow or a ghost I can stabilize?
Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs?
Did I cross The State Line or did I just step outside?

I woke up when I sobered up and spent the morning thinking of you
with your trash bin full of wedding cakes
and ceiling of "Feel Better" balloons
And I thought of The Romantic brooding in his white-washed room
pissing his last best years away
on a Steel Mill Girl who’s the permanent symbol of the
one thing he wishes he could change

So—shit
Let’s get dressed up
so we can go out and get fucked up
‘Cause if I can still see straight I’m just wasting my time
Straight through the atmosphere or to my backyard?
Did I sleep with you or did I just dream
that that morning wasn’t one more excuse for you to leave?

A ruse, a mistake, a delusion, a guise?
‘Til her whisper: “Treat me like dirt tonight”
Now the invisible war with the past, now and future me
I should have done something
‘Cause all I ever did was sit around and watch everyone doing nothing
Track Name: Wives' Tale
Well baby put a sweater on and dream a bit of me
The hours they’ve been dragging on with you across that sea
So put your little head tonight in a pillow of the wind
And I’ll pretend I’m really not in the kind of shape I’m in

Perhaps if I sit back
Relax my shoulders
Maybe I won’t shiver through the night
Not sure that’s a fact
what her mom told her
Thinking that it might…

So quit your fooling out ‘round there, I’m coming oh so soon
it's awful cold and lonely here, the corner of my room
I’m pale and thin and weary-eyed and I’m missing you to death
The fact that you ain’t coming home has stolen my last breath

Perhaps if I sit back
Relax my shoulders
Maybe I won’t shiver through the night
Not sure that’s a fact
what her mom told her
Thinking that it might worth a try
Not sure that’s a fact
what her mom told her
Thinking that it might…
Track Name: Escalation
I don’t think she understands the repercussions of her actions
An empty room, an empty glass, a dress of gauze, your cough’s a natural reaction

Step step step
Escalation

Well aware that she’s insecure
Dead dreams and malcontentions hold her to the floor
And all of this has added up and now it has dialed in
And it is running up my bill, in fact, I think that I am through with it

Step step step
Escalation
Track Name: The Silence Is On
If you grow tired of us
don’t let us hang on
Put feet to our fingers
A laugh and we’re gone
Because you’re adored
by everyone
And this is the race
that’s already won

Hit in the kitchen
The silence is on
Asleep with your own words
A shrug and we’re gone
And does this happen
to everyone?
‘cause there’s too many people
holding on

And if you see just what you want to see,
you’ll be looking through
everybody else
looking through...

And if you see just what you want to see,
you’ll be looking through
everybody else
looking through
you

We are the week’s pay
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
The pride and true frayed
The drink holding on
But I can’t stay mad
for very long
‘cause you’ll line us up
and count everyone
Track Name: Creepy
I looked up
and it was wrong
The pale light
The sun was out, way out
of line

I said, “I can’t”
Hand at my throat
And then
Quiet

I was opening my eyes and saying...