Format: CD album Cat#: arcd 032 Label: Adrian Recordings Year: 2005
1. Lungs Out 2. Add Up? 3. Dragonfly 4. No Such (So You Say) 5. E.A.A. (Eagerly Awaiting Anytime) 6. Inst. 7. You Don’t Know 8. Carved Into The Wood 9. Ordinary 10. Please 11. Glow In the Dark 12. Last Look (Through Old Stained Windows) 13. Siaseet
It took 6 years to make this record. People died along the way. Sharif
is Adrian Recordings most dysfunctional band (including D&tC). It’s a
beautiful record. We all wish that more people will hear it. The band
never really worked with the album. They just couldn’t. Some strange
shows where done but it never really worked out. There’s a lot of late
nights put into this. A lot of alcohol. So much water has drained the
band since the first album, so many sorrows and so many bottles. Birds,
Bristol, Violence, Moss (Eagerly Awaiting Anytime), Inst., Dub, Sand,
Kärnvapen, Friendship, Alcohol, Nuclear, Siaseet.
“The doorbell rang and John was standing there in a balaclava and he
told me to get ready for a ride. Clothes for three days, some CD's and
forget the guitar, where we are going there'll be no playing. Outside,
in the January snow there was a car with a trailer attached to it. John
asked me to get into the trailer while he got into the driver's seat. In
the trailer I found Marcus, Magnus and Johan who all looked kind of
dazed. John drives like shit and he won't tell us where we are going. I
got a bottle of dark rum and quickly got intoxicated, ‘cause as soon as I
tried to get up to get something more to drink the trailer took a spun
and I landed on the floor. After, what I guessed was a couple of hours,
the trailer stopped and everything was silent on the outside. We stopped
the CD-player and waited, giggling like girls.
On the outside John was talking with someone. We carefully looked
outside through the drapes. There was a small dwarf acting as if he was
annoyed about something. John flung the doors open. This shitty place is
not open. The dwarf won't let us in. Where are we? We are in
Kristianopel and Sweden's most good looking camping site. Had an idea
that we would get together and talk about the band. He slammed the door
shut and the car started again. Soon we stopped again. We waited for
John a while and he soon got into the trailer again. John had taken the
trailer past the dwarf into the camping site through the surrounding
forest. We hijacked the camping's electricity and were suddenly standing
looking out over the ocean. The ocean tore itself into pieces and the
cold wind hit our faces like knives.
During the following weekend we slept less than what's needed and
concentrated on what was important with the band and us. On the
following Sunday morning the trailer burned down after a failed attempt
to make spaghetti. We fled the camp site and the angry dwarf with a
burned out trailer behind the car.”
