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Fossilillies

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"Combining staccato-infused rhythms with swirling sonics and 8-bit synthesizers, endearing vocals float effortlessly above and into a soaring chorus, wrapping around the intertwining instrumentals with beautifully apt harmonies." - The Line Of Best Fit

"Son Step craft a heady blend of psychedelic melodies and anthemic indie-pop songwriting. Their twisted electronic layers and propulsive, off-kilter percussion give their songs a careening sonic quality..." - Impose Magazine

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SON STEP is a guitar-less, synth-drenched rock outfit based in Philadelphia, comprised of twin brothers Jon and Chris Coyle (vocals/synthesizers and bass), Joel Gleiser (vocals/electronics), and Matt Scarano (percussion).

With their unique setup, the group expertly assembles twisted percussive layers and electric textures that build upon each other, resembling a game of Jenga on the brink of collapse. Maintaining a firm pop sensibility, complex rhythmic backbone and affinity for natural sounds, Son Step weave repeated vocal phrases and colorful, unpredictable instrumentation into a beautiful, cacophonous collage — eliciting feelings of keen awareness and wild bliss.

In this spirit, Son Step’s impending third full-length album, Fossilillies, is their most dynamic, evolved offering yet, a whirlwind of novel soundscapes where each member is an integral part of the songwriting process. Raw, impromptu synth phrases and harmonies run rampant through each track, a dream-like atmosphere propelling the record forward. Ultimately, Fossilillies is a nine-song postcard, illustrating the band in a period of particularly heavy touring, adventure and introspection.

Lyrically, the record reaches in various directions, elaborating on the joys of color and creativity while simultaneously tackling the nihilistic pace and dark hopelessness of modern times. Whether it’s “Saucy” assessing love and joy as concepts that can never truly be verbalized, “Jake”s Dream”, a profound “death dream” from the perspective of a dog, or the clear homage to Philly’s Schuylkill River Trail on “Cycle River”, Son Step are able to discuss these elaborate topics in the context of familiar city environments, making them all the more relatable.

“Feel those visions. Feel those voices. I know my nature. I know my own” are the last words uttered on Fossilillies. During these final moments, the surrounding instrumentation gradually putters out, resembling a battery on a low charge, while Gleiser’s vocals take the forefront, slowly and emphatically. A respite, reminding you to look down at the earth and take that flower in your grip.

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released May 17, 2019

jon coyle • vocals - synthesizers - electrics
joel gleiser • vocals - synthesizers - baritone sax - electrics
chris coyle • bass - dobro - electrics
matt scarano • drums

elijah thomas • soprano sax (on “fossilillies”)
paul giess • trumpet (on “fossilillies”)

recorded at undercarriage studios & palace de majique

engineered by tom spiker
mixed by tom spiker, jon coyle & joel gleiser
mastered by ryan schwabe
all songs © son step music 2019
www.sonstep.com

artwork and design by kyle stetz

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Track Name: Fossilillies
A bird’s first fall
It barely feigns to
Flap its wings at
All there’s to say
Is that he lived the only way he could have.

A man’s first flaw
He nearly says
The fault is that I
Hate my own name
But it was the only name I could have.


First the rain
For forty days
The arc begins to
Fall under the sea
The beasts begin to smell the bodies.

Then the beasts
Begin to feast
On all the beings flesh
And they evolve
Into a somewhat better form of human

After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs

Memories
And storybooks
Will leave us to be
Leave behind
Entire species and our memories

Remember times
When memories
Were measured not
In things that could be had
But rather things that you had seen.
Track Name: Pluto Chakras
I’m in the place of changing
Nowhere to put my face in now
Even in my way, No, Even in my way
Making my way will shape me now

In any day I try to hold myself it helps to
In any day I get to lose myself I see it helps to
I’m not about to let a moment go to waste around me
I’m not about to set a day to paces I cannot see

Deeper and deeper
Track Name: Jake's Dream
In my dreams I died.
You did not save my life.
Why would you not save my life?

It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.

Cosmic visions I saw.
By dark I was consumed.
And as my spirit spread,
you sang out, “I love you.”

It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you

As I awake, I fear I have mistaken.
All I await is all the stuff I’ve taken
for granted right here.
For granted right here

Sour taste in my mouth
I press myself to you.
We can’t be for someone.
We all must be
For ourselves.

It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.

It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.

It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not.
Track Name: Vintage Piano
There’s a thing called art
What does it mean to me
What would you do if art appeared and set you free
Moving with a sound that’s calling
You can hear
What if sound showed up to take you out of here

Open the door
Let the beautiful breeze blow until you turn out the lights
Real life’s darker than most of us
Can’t seem to find my way back to when I was five

Take a step back
Take a swim against the tide
Jump into the moment that your music died
I’m thinking of my old piano
You can hear
What if sound showed up to take you out of here

Open the door
Let the beautiful breeze blow until you turn out the lights
Real life’s darker than most of us
Can’t seem to find my way back to when I was five
Track Name: Rt. 123
Who makes my hands move when they do not want to?
Who makes my feet move when they do not want to?
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.

Who makes the trees grooves when they have their birthday?
Who makes the trees groove when they do not want to?
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.

You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You want to.
You want
Track Name: Sesame Boyz
Slow stepping down a path
I never had to step and say that
A child that’s hanging from the stacks
You hope you don’t look back
But there’s made room for that
If it’s looking right
Where’s my sight, what’s beside, where’s this life
How’s it look in the light of your making

There’s a place where you put all those days in
Staying on end while they’re wasting
You appear and they get to be
Like they’re up on high

There’s always a sadness
But it’s a low one
And taller places are there to perch on
And look straight forward, and never blink an eye
I never blink my eye
But I look down
Am I staring into spaces I’ve done made to write about
How’s it look in the light of you’re making

There’s a place where you put all those days in
Staying on end while they’re wasting
You appear and they get to be
Like they’re up on high
Track Name: Cycle River
Pass the runner
Pass the runner
On your left dear
On your left dear
A silent reaction
The sound of her paces
The sound of her breathing

Pass the biker
Pass the biker
On your left dear
On your left dear
A silent reaction
The sound of his bike chain
The sound of his breathing

Breathing in the river air
Breathing in the river air

Pass the whole city
Pass the whole city
On your west dear
On your west dear
The loudest reaction
The sound of her business
The sound of her breathing
Track Name: Saucy
In a little waking hour
With a ray of natural light
There’s a piece of life laid out
Something stirring

Underneath the dying layers
In a glow of red sundown
There’s a sound of warmth played out
Even if it’s hardly moving

There’s only little moments of the same
Love that tends to fade
Till it starts to stay, giving off bright ray
Taking on a different sight

Words in a line to thread as a vine
And settle into a missing place
It’s not told that love in mind gets misaligned
Just a sight by running eyes
It’s not told when every running line will never wait by one’s side
Wait while a life love moves on

Headed toward a bright lit hour
Coming from a dark lit loom
There’s a piece of life laid out
As it’s changing
As a bit of dancing round
Moving to a flickered beam
There’s a sound of warmth played out
Even if it’s only playing

There’s only little moments of the same
Love that tends to fade
Till it starts to stay
Giving off bright ray
Taking on a different sight

Words in a line to thread as a vine
And settle into a missing place
It’s not told that love in mind gets misaligned
Just a sight by running eyes
It’s not told when every running line will never wait by one’s side
Wait while a life love moves on
Track Name: Know My Own
The bellow of a bluebird’s call
The whisper of a waterfall
There are voices I can hear
Songs I’ve only heard while dreaming
A thunderstorm sits by my side
At night I’m floating in my mind
There are voices that are real
Crawl outside, where I can

Feel those visions, feel those voices
I know my nature
I know my own

A sea of trees turn into one
A trail that I am wondering on
There are voices that are real
So much going on in my mind
A natural world in my soul
Since when is winning natural
There are voices that are real
Crawl outside, where I can

Feel those visions, feel those voices
I know my nature
I know my own

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