Show Notes:
Throughout the duration of their years playing together (the number of which is in and of itself a laudable achievement for any band) they’ve stuck to their guns, perfecting their unique brand of Midwestern roots rock that fits the brutally honest and sincere lyricism of songwriter Brian Barlup like a glove. Eleven years is a long time for anything – at least a third or even a half a lifetime for anyone reading this. Sure the band has done a lot during that time, but to simply provide a list of their achievements or to file this away as simply another rock release would be to do yourself and this record a serious disservice. The individual members have grown up with Silo the Huskie and the band with them. It’s never been more obvious than on this forthcoming full length, Sons of Columbus, that it’s been time well spent.
If you read the lyrics while you’re listening to the disc (when’s the last time you actually cared enough about a band to do that?) it all makes perfect sense. Although not all the band members are from Columbus, Oh, they’ve ended up there for one reason or another, so the title is Silo’s nod to and everything that involves living in that city. The music is a reflection of the band’s accumulative experiences over the past three years. The disc promises a lot and picks up where their last release (Silo the Huskie, Cargo/Headhunter) left off.
The first track, “When to Run” is a welcome mat, inviting you in. The following songs sit you down and lock the doors, but you don’t mind, because the chair is comfortable and for the first time in a long time, you’re actually enjoying the conversation you’re having. You talk about work… a lot; but it’s good. It’s inevitable and worthwhile and it’s something to take pride in. You talk about traveling with your friends and missing your family at home. You talk about heritage and reconciliation. You talk about music, and you both agree that corporate rock can eat a dick. Most of all you talk about getting older, and you resign yourself to keep plugging away, no matter what. That said, the doors opens and you leave – there’s always more work to do.
After a short hiatus, the members of Silo are ready to shoulder their burden once again. With a new record, a new label and plans to resume touring as soon as possible, the boys have their work cut out for them.
TIBERIUS RECORDS…
7TH GRADE ARMWRESTLING CHAMP
WHEN TO RUN
NORTHERN SOUTHERN
FOUR AND TWENTY
:::The History Of Tiberius:::
Originally founded in 1996 by Rick McCarty, Mike Montgomery, and Toby Weiss to release recordings by their band, thistle, TIBERIUS has continued growing to encompass and support their various other musical interests. With a heightened emphasis on songcraft and melody, the label is heading wherever engaging, expressive music will take it.
With the addition of the hulking, guitar-driven rock band, El Gigante, and the subsequent release of their critically acclaimed, The Official Guide to Loss , along with the release of thistle’s stunning releases, Sea Legs, & The Oxygen EP, TIBERIUS is slated to ring in the new year with a slate-full of great new music. Beginning in mid-2002 with the release of the first full-length from instrumental rockers, Ampline, the future looks indeed very bright.
While they don’t eschew any notions of becoming the next label de Moment, or cultural hub for Indie Rock’s disposessed, label founders McCarty, Montgomery, and Weiss will assuredly continue using their anonymity within the industry to navigate through the established framework, seeking out the great bands that fall through the cracks.
The reign of Tiberius (b. 42 B.C., d. A.D. 37, emperor A.D. 14-37) is a particularly important one for the Principate, since it was the first occasion when the powers designed for Augustus alone were exercised by somebody else. [[1]] In contrast to the approachable and tactful Augustus, Tiberius emerges from the sources as an enigmatic and darkly complex figure, intelligent and cunning, but given to bouts of severe depression and dark moods that had a great impact on his political career as well as his personal relationships. His reign abounds in contradictions. Despite his keen intelligence, he allowed himself to come under the influence of unscrupulous men who, as much as any actions of his own, ensured that Tiberius’s posthumous reputation would be unfavorable; despite his vast military experience, he oversaw the conquest of no new region for the empire; and despite his administrative abilities he showed such reluctance in running the state as to retire entirely from Rome and live out his last years in isolation on the island of Capri. His reign represents, as it were, the adolescence of the Principate as an institution. Like any adolescence, it proved a difficult time.
“We were trying to sell them a perception of us, while they were trying to sell us a perception of what they wanted us to be,” Cline remembers of Cargo. ” Soon we learned that they weren’t what they made themselves out to be, and to a degree we weren’t what they wanted.”
“Well, it’s much better being in a band and being a carpenter, rather than just being a fucking carpenter,” Barlup says. “Regardless, we will still be playing, but I don’t think anyone would want to deal with a bunch of old-fogey bastards.”
