Jake Mandell The Placekick EP

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Nov 16th, 1999

Jake Mandell was raised by a society of hyper-evolved humanoid “cats” in the tunnels and stockrooms of the deserted mining ship Red Dwarf. However, the cats quickly died out after endless squabbles over who looks better in the mirror, and Jake was left alone as a child with reruns of late 20thcentury BBC sitcoms as his only companionship.

Jake quickly took to writing music, and after three million years of isolation, beer milkshakes and curries (he was kept alive through the help of the ship’s senile AI, Holly), his music took on quite a unique perspective (to put it mildly). With the assistance of his two imaginary friends- his Barcelonian assistant, Manuel, and the kind 15th century monk, Cadfael- Jake managed to complete over forty two trillion hours of music, all written inside Holly’s databanks. However, since the computer was quite senile none of the music was able to be saved- with the exception of these seven tracks, that is. Each track is its own epic seventy four hour mythical opera, conveniently condensed into two or three minutes.

In a fit of clearheadedness, when Holly realized that energy was running low and that he would not be able to sustain the ship’s life-support for much longer, he gathered all the remaining power and sacrificed himself to send Jake through time and space. When Jake came to, he found himself on the 30th yard line of an anonymous Midwestern football field with a game in progress. we’re excited to present The Placekick EP– 7 tracks made three million years in the future by a 24 year old raised by cats, fed by curry, and mentored by a senile artificial intelligence.

Tracklisting

1. Suspended Suspiration

2. Displacement Map

3. Azoic Trap

4. Trampoline

5. Mourning Mr. Dachine

6. Lorica

7. Sunday Rain

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Artist Bio

There was once a boy that wanted to be a rock star. When he was little, he would smash rocks together, hoping that they would ignite into a star. They never did, not even once.

But one day, something strange happened. When he crashed two perfectly-shaped rocks together as hard as he could, a teeny-tiny spark jumped out from between them. Wow!

With wonder in his eyes, this messy-haired boy went to school to study sparks. Spark-plugs weren’t really his things, but rather the teeny-tiny sparks that run through your body and mine.

He wanted to figure out how to turn into a rock star.

After months and semesters and years of labor, he figured that there just had to be an easier way. What could it be? And just then, in his despair he began to listen.

Now he lives and works in Berlin.