Cellophane

by The Urbane Decay

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THIS EP IS A LIE. It was supposed to be a lo-fi memoir of my listening habits during 1987-1993 — the glory days of “college rock” when the underground was still alternative and alternative was still underground — but my actual tastes weren’t nearly as hip.

I had no idea who Lou Barlow was, I barely registered the existence of Mudhoney. Beat Happening? Half Japanese? Never heard of ‘em. Though I dressed the part (we all did on the west coast), I wasn’t into Grunge. Not until Nevermind came out. Previous to that I (somewhat correctly) thought Grunge was dinosaur music — a neanderthal throwback to the dumb ‘70s rock music I was trying to escape with Punk (dumb ‘70s rock music of another feather).

The year I graduated (1991) I liked American groups like Pixies and Sonic Youth fine but mostly I was listening to early Brit-Pop bands. Stone Roses wanted to be adored and I was more than happy to oblige. And how much did I love House of Love, Inspiral Carpets, Soup Dragons, Ned’s Atomic Dustbin and even EMF? I didn’t even like Shoegaze until it was officially over. When I first heard Ride’s classic Nowhere, I thought it was the most boring album I’d ever heard and My Bloody Valentine was just the title of some lame old slasher flick.

By 1994 I may have fancied myself a Grunge and Shoegaze devotee but in 1989 the most cutting-edge bands I was listening to were The Cult, Midnight Oil and, let’s be honest, Barenaked Ladies. Forget Eric’s Trip, in 1989 BNL were the poster children of the DIY underground in Canada with the success of their "Yellow Tape". And today I don’t really see a band like R.E.M. or The Replacements as being any cooler than BNL. It’s all become “dad rock” hasn’t it? Don’t Nirvana and Nickleback share more in common than just the first two letters of their names?

So, this EP is a lie. It’s a revisionist history of how much of a kool thing I like to think I was at 17. It ignores how I almost missed out on Fugazi by devoting too much attention to MC Hammer and Crash Test Dummies; how I owned the every GNR tape but nothing by MBV. Always a Slowdive late and a Sebadoh short.

~ JAKOB REHLINGER, 2015

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released July 24, 2015

Written and recorded by Jakob Rehlinger in four sessions, August 14 – September 7, 2014.

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The Urbane Decay Toronto, Ontario

The Urbane Decay is an indie pop recording project mainly active between 2002-2009, mainly by Jakob Rehlinger, mainly maudlin and mopey.

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Track Name: Anodyne
Bottles on the bathroom floor
Cracks in the bedroom door
Pizza on the bedroom floor
Bottles in the dresser drawer

Anodyne

Cigarettes on the floor
Poster hanging from the door
Garbage on the kitchen floor
Moths in the linen drawer

Anodyne

Bottles on the bathroom floor
Crack in the bedroom door
Garbage on the kitchen floor
Bottles in the dresser drawer

Anodyne
Track Name: Sleep Sick
I like cellophane
I like how it sounds
I like how it feels
It's always around

Some things are worse
Than paper-cuts
Some things are worse
Than paper-cuts

I like paraffin
I like how it smells
I like how it tastes
It's just as well

Some things are worse
Than paper-cuts
Some things are worse
Than paper-cuts

Nevermind I'm just sleep sick....
Track Name: Red Car
I see a red car
With one black door
It's across the street
I've never seen it before

There's a knock at the door
I don't know the score
There's vomit on the floor
Maybe it's okay

I've got a blanket
With 'Mercy' written on it
When I die just lay me down
Don't read no holy sonnets

There's a knock at the door
I don't know the score
There's vomit on the floor
Maybe it's okay
Maybe it's okay
Maybe it's okay

I see a black door
And I wanna paint it red
I see a black door
And I wanna paint it red

There's a knock at the door
I don't know the score
There's vomit on the floor
Maybe it's okay
Track Name: Tastes Like Blue
I forgot what I like
But I like it a lot
Is this what I need
I think it is, maybe
Maybe not

It tastes like blue...
I think I like it a lot
Maybe, maybe not

Is this what I need
I think it is, maybe
Maybe not

It tastes like blue...
I think I like it a lot
Maybe, maybe not
Track Name: Like Opening Crisps
It's a west coast state of mind
Everyone's urine tastes like brine
Gimme some of yours
I'll give you some of mine
It's a west coast state of mind

It shouldn't be hard like this
Like being drunk opening a packet of crisps

It's a rust coast state of mind
Everyones bile tastes like wine
I drank of yours
Now you you drink some of mine
It's a rust coast state of mind

It wasn't supposed to be hard like this
Like opening a packet of crisps
It wasn't supposed to be hard like this
Like being drunk and opening crisps
Track Name: White Keys / Black Keys
On the white keys
On the black keys
On the white keys
On the black keys
On the white keys
On the black keys
On the white keys
On the black keys

All the white lies
All the black lists
All the black eyes
All the loose lips

Maybe it's all the same...

All the white tees
all the black tees
All the white tees
all the black tees
All the white tees
all the black tees
All the white tees
all the black tees
Track Name: Rent
I spent my rent on
Videos and getting high

I spent all my rent on
Comics and cheap red wine
Track Name: Sputniks & Satellites
When you drive in a car
Are you aware
How close you are
To ending it right there

What's in your dreams
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites

If you don't eat your dinner
Are you aware
You'll keep getting thinner
Until you're not there

What's in your dreams
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites

What do you dream?

When you go to sleep
Are you aware
The secrets you keep
Leak out of your hair

What's in your dreams
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites
Sputniks or Satellites

What do you dream?
Track Name: The Ghosts of Friday Nights
The ghosts of Friday nights
Flutter under street lights
Sharing this cola can
Don't feel alright

I don't wanna be your second choice
Who wants to be a second choice
I'd rather die
Oh my
Oh my

Summer Friday nights
Beer and condoms and headlights
A crumpled cola can
Can cut alright

I don't wanna be your second choice
Tired of being someone's second choice

I'd rather fly
With the ghosts of Friday night
With the ghosts of Friday night
With the ghosts of Friday night
Alright
Oh my
Oh my