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  • The Lost Sessions
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  • The Wheel
  • The Magnet
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The Lost Sessions

Unreleased

Released 08/22/10

Recorded in 2007 with Roger Greenawalt at Brooklyn's Shabby Road Studios, the sessions were quickly lost when Andrew left his bag unattended at a kickball game in McCarren Park.  The hard drive surfaced in Summer 2010 when a construction crew was renovating The Pencil Factory building in Greenpoint.    At this point, we're not sure what we're going to do with it.  But man, IT'S GOOD!   The Lost Sessions are available for listening for the first time. 

 

Track Listing

01. Hold Me Back
02. The Songs You Inspire
03. These Streets
04. Stronger
05. Waiting for the Coffee to Kick In (Demo)

Reviews

The Lost Sessions

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Not available for purchase just yet - but please enjoy the preview here!

Production Credits

Produced, Engineered & Mixed by Roger Greenawalt

 

Andrew Vladeck - banjo, guitar, harmonica, Autoharp

 

Roger Greenawalt - bass guitar, hawaiian guitar

 

Roi Star - drums on Hold Me Back, The Songs You Inspire

 

Brad Gunyon - drums on These Streets, Stronger

 

Bill Malchow - organ

 

Rozz Nash - backround vocals

 

7/8/9 Buy Now >

End Up Records

Released 11/10/09

The Wheel LP adds a Sidecar

 

On July 7, 2009, after a month on the road, Andrew spent the early hours in a Brooklyn Studio with his old friend Dawn Landes. The result was "7/8/9" - a live document of Andrew's solo tour in support of THE WHEEL.  

 

7/8/9 is a "companion" EP  to The Wheel, free with purchase of The Wheel at Bandcamp.  7/8/9 includes versions of various songs from The Wheel, as well as 4 different songs, including an eerie cover of pop hit 'Toxic'.

Track Listing

Reviews

UPDATE: The EP was just selected as TOP 10 of 2009 by indie tastemaker Snob's Music. The cover of Toxic was chosen for their Best Cover Songs of 2009 as well!

 

The EP sees the New Yorker mix traditional and non-traditional styles to his banjo-focussed roots music.  Most surprisingly is how well the banjo compliments the pop songwriting on the cover of Britney Spears' "Toxic". "Chinatown" boasts the best banjo solo this side of the Smokey Mountains.  Vladeck pens verses that are witty without becoming pretentious, a difficult task.  That shines through on "The Songs You Inspire" and "The Wheel".  ~ Snob's Music

7/8/9

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7/8/9 is available for free at BANDCAMP with any physical album purchase, or digital purchase of The Wheel. 

 

7/8/9 is also available at END UP RECORDS.

 

Production Credits

Recorded & Mixed // Dawn Landes

Saltlands, Brooklyn

 

Mastered // Thomas Dimuzio

Gench Studios, San Francisco

The Wheel Buy Now >

End Up Records

Released 06/09/09

If you ask him, New York Native Andrew Vladeck will tell you it's all about the words.  Yet, in support of his lyrics, he has forged a truly unique musical style.  A Fender Twin amplifier and effects pedals don't come to mind when one thinks of a banjo, but in a quest to escape the folky comfort zone, Andrew has hotwired various old-time instruments, developing a unique sound - and a lot more of it. 

 

A well-known musician in the alt-folk scene in NYC, a great banjo player, guitarist and writer, Andrew's sound is captured on the upcoming End Up Records release "The Wheel" produced by Kyle Fischer (Rainer Maria) and mixed by Dave Schiffman (Johnny Cash, Mars Volta) with appearances by Caithlin De Marrais and Lara Meyerratken (Ben Lee).  The album includes the caustic "The Songs you Inspire," which won 1st Place in the Int'l Songwriting Competition.  Andrew is also a founding member of the The Honey Brothers, and a contributor to Balthrop, Alabama.

 

A former Urban Park Ranger, Andrew was fascinated by the resilience of nature in the midst of Gotham, thrilled to explore the edges where the two intermingled.  Andrew is similarly inclined towards music, striving to blend his affection for the ante-bellum with the contemporary, fusing the modern with the historical.  The result is folk and indie rock reconfigured -- a "new wave" of folk that is distinctly American sounding.  

 

As a whole, The Wheel demonstrates the resilience of the spirit in the face of adversity, where extremes commingle and coexist.  Andrew is first and foremost a wordsmith, whose sparkling, sharp-edged approach sets his often dark and hilariously ironic lyrics over sparse and tasteful instrumentation - making deftly smart work of competing emotions and experiences.  In the rollicking "The Wheel," Andrew openly admits, "the wheel came full circle and it ran me over."  In "The Songs You Inspire," he bluntly offers, "I'm not a gambling man but I've made a running bet, the songs you don't deserve you don't deserve... yet."  "Chinatown" starts with a haunting slide-banjo and becomes marvelously intricate, even psychedelic, as Andrew stares at a horizon wondering, "How can the sun rise and set at the same time?" 

Track Listing

01. Hold Me Back
02. You Can’t Kill Time
03. The 21st Century
04. The Magnet
05. The Songs You Inspire
06. Waiting for the Coffee to Kick In
07. The Wheel
08. These Streets
09. Picking Apples in Orange County
10. I Want You Near
11. Avenue U
12. Chinatown
13. The 21st Century (Acoustic)

Reviews

Many more reviews on Press Page

 

Penny Black Music (UK)

His first release since 2006, ‘The Wheel’ is stuffed to the gorgeous gills with epiphanies of urban squalor, at times, delivered through unrelenting lyrical tirades. His edgy albeit steadfast vocals are often edged with humour...  Enjoy comparing ‘The Wheel’ to standout recordings by other American legends; Gritty, albeit poignant images creep-out and often rush out of this old- soul, New York singer-songwriter’s prolific pores.

Imagine if the best of American folk music had been frozen in time. Then imagine if the fossilized remains had been excavated by a troubadour with a contemporary facelift. Imagine that this troubadour added his own unique vision of the current political climate, his own interpretations of urban squalor and once- kindred souls that had mournfully drifted apart.  What if the word play this troubadour manufactured cut through pretentiousness with deft wit? And that, at his bequest, every-day items, like crackers, became storied super-stars surrounded by stark strums?  Andrew Vladeck has a way with words, alright, and it’s a way that’s uniquely respectful to the human condition and irreverent to complacency, yet insanely believable.

 

Maverick (UK)

I simply love it when a young artist takes an old musical genre and blows the dust off; fiddles about with the mechanics and makes it their own. Andrew Vladeck wears his influences on his sleeve and regular Maverick readers will easily spot Dylan, Van Zandt, Cohen and even 'Nebraska'-era Springsteen in the mix on THE WHEEL but Andrew Vladeck has thrown all of these ingredients into the air and added a good dose of cayenne pepper to come up with his own intriguing fusion of modern and classic folk music.

 

Troublezine (Italy)

[Thanks to W and her mom for translating this in Germany from Italian to English!]  It seems a simple task to compare an American singer-songwriter to all those storytellers who have made history in this genre and have put the lives of generations into music. This genre requires continuity, the ability to lull the listener with comforting sounds, and spontaneity. Andrew Vladeck argues that “it’s all about the words”, but knows it actually has to come from the heart. If the twenty-first century is aging, he says, there will still be something in the music stemming from the core, and that is what we like.
[i am not sure about this last sentence, have tried to make the most sense of it, does it...?]

A man, his legs and his guitar, a banjo, a harmonica. Andrew Vladeck returns with a new album, the first since 2006. Vladeck makes tradition his own by combining and simmering it down. The beginning of the CD in particular is very fresh, very catchy, but without slipping too much into pop. Suddenly there are the unmistakable influences of Bob Dylan, along with echoes in the vein of Springsteen, and hints of Beatles and Death Cab For Cutie. Opening track Hold me Back perfectly represents Vladeck’s style. 3min 30sec, and you know whom you're dealing with. Or maybe not: With the second piece the songwriter shows another side of himself, gloomy and aching, and clearly indebted to classic American folk music. Like the beautiful The 21st Century, also You Can’t Kill Time and The Magnet would make the perfect soundtrack for a quintessential American movie. Neither songs which have the credentials to become Vladeck classics like The Wheel and I Want You Near are missing, nor poisoned atmospheres like in Avenue. U

The lyrics are brilliant and often rich in humor, some images affect more with (apparent) ease than profundity. Even those displeased with too apparent concessions to tradition... will enjoy being carried away by a river of heat, almost hypnotized by Vladeck, all the way to the acoustic version of The 21st Century, to be captured even more by his voice, which this time sounds... particularly authentic. Imagine yourself in a film set in Brooklyn, or walking the streets of Central Park. Playing "The Wheel" evokes a feeling of freedom, at least for a few minutes.  View article »

 

SLAM (Germany)

Der Mann weiß ganz genau was er tut und beherrscht sein Fach wie kaum ein anderer Musiker, der mir in letzter Zeit aus dieser Ecke untergekommen ist. Peter Hanzl 8.5

(This guy knows exactly what he's doing and commands his subject like few other musicians I've encountered from his corner of late. [Thanks Kyle for the translation]).  View article »

 

Grimey Goods (Los Angeles)

His very real lyrics tell a story. With similar traits of some of the greatest American folk singers, Vladeck is cleary on his way to something golden. I don’ think I’ve ever heard a banjo sound so damn cool! He stays true to that emotion-evoking traditional sound, but morphs it into his own innovative style. A style that resonates a hip indie vibe which is amplified even more so coming from Brooklyn.  View article »

 

Lucid Culture (Brooklyn)

Talented, popular Brooklyn multi-instrumentalist... shows off a fervently lyrical style over sparse, tasteful, mostly acoustic instrumentation. Andrew Vladeck packs a lot of words into a phrase in an almost hip-hop vein, with more than a little nod of the head to Dylan (specifically the fun, freewheeling, early Dylan). The five tracks here range from fast and fierce to slower and more contemplative... Magnet follows, a dexterously fingerpicked acoustic ballad and then the cd's best cut, Chinatown. It starts off slow, eerily plinking banjo intro over slide guitar and eventually gets marvelously intricate, even psychedelic, with something of a Blonde on Blonde lyrical feel... Uncompromising as this album may be, it's a very accessible cd: a stealthy victory for smart songwriting.  View article »

 

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New York native Andrew Vladeck makes beautiful music with his banjo, Dylan-esque voice, and phrases loaded with lyrics, especially the title track of his new record, “The Wheel.’’ The indie/folk alt-rocker slows things down a bit on the delicious tune, “Picking Apples in Orange Country.’’ Fascinated with the relationship between nature and New York City, the songwriter is a former Urban Park Ranger.

The Wheel

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End Up Records CDBaby iTunes

Hey there, it's best for me if you buy my record at BANDCAMP, then END UP RECORDS, INSOUND and CD BABY, lastly by iTunes.  Thank you!

 

IN EUROPE: Sonic Rendezvous (Benelux); Cargo Records (Germany/Austria/Switzerland); Sugar and Spice (France).  You can ask for The Wheel at your favorite record store, or click their links to go to their websites.

Production Credits

Produced & Engineered - Kyle Fischer

Mixed - Dave Schiffman

Mastered - Gene Paul

Cover photo - Lisa Kramer

 

Musicians:

Andrew Vladeck - Banjo, Guitar, Uke, AutoHarp, Harmonica

Bill Malchow - Accordian 10, Organ 1,3,5,7,11

Brad Gunyon - Drums 1,5,7,10,11

Caithlin De Marrais - Bass 4, Organ 12

Chris Buckridge - Bass 5,8

Henry Byron - Drums 8

Kyle Fischer - Various instrumentation

Lara Meyerratken - Vox 3,10; Drums 12

 

In loving memory of my father.

Thanks to all friends, especially:

Kyle Fischer, Ethan Gold, Michael Vladeck, Sean Hoess

 

Lyrics

 

Hold Me Back

Too mad to run, too proud to plead

Men don’t cry, they bleed

Something they need steadily

Missiles whistle, bullets sing

Church bells toll and my head rings

With the same-old, age-old medley

 

Too dim to read to learn the facts

Men don’t think, they act

Their track record isn’t very good

Speeches preached to the converted,

Dialogue averted,

They deserted as soon as they could

 

I can’t fight the urge to fight

But two wrongs won’t make it right

Before I do something I’ll regret

Before I throw a brick through my TV Set

It’s hard to sit here and let them run us off the track

Somebody better hold me back

Hold me, hold me back

Hold me, hold me back

 

Too late to turn back the clock

The ball’s rolled over half the block -

A shock to see so much wasted,

Eye for eye, tooth for tooth

Might take you closer to the truth

But what’s the use, you won’t see or taste it

 

Patched up with duct tape

Gonna get this puppy ship shape

Bust outta the gates of this old garage

Make a change, damn the cost

The sooner we move the less is lost

The sooner we’re tossed from their mirage

 

 

 

The Songs You Inspire

 

They say up in heaven the angels play harps,

But at times they’re known to play lawn darts

As a result I’m very much in debt

To you, it’s true you’re hard to forget

Every day is buried in words

 

I can tell you’re really not with me at all

My picture keeps falling off of your wall

My bluebird doesn’t sing - it coughs

As my tattoo of you peels off

I hear music and it sounds absurd

 

The songs you inspire - you don’t deserve

Turn it up higher - so you get the words

They’re my gift - they’re my curse

The songs you inspire

 

I dared to dream, was blind to begin

Broke the rules and I jumped right in

If I knew now what I knew then

I know I’d still sleep in that lion’s den

‘Cause songs will soothe that beast I’ve heard

 

The songs you inspire - you don’t deserve

Turn it up higher - so you get the words

They’re my gift - they’re my curse

The songs you inspire

 

I realize not a moment too soon,

Metropolitan Avenue leads to the moon

And the sun is a giant typewriter

 

I’m tearing out a page, I’m slipping you a note

So for once the words won’t get stuck in my throat

I’m not a gambling man but I’ve had a running bet

That the songs you don’t deserve you don’t deserve…yet

But time will take me round that turn…

 

Waiting for the Coffee to Kick In

 

Last night I got hammered,

But today I woke up nailed,

Baby, I don’t want to fail you

What can I do, my whole world’s in spin

I’m just waiting for the coffee to kick in

 

Last night I got ripped,

But today I woke up torn,

Baby I don’t want to mourn for you

I am through, but you got a very thick skin

I’m just waiting for the coffee to kick in

 

The river’s wide the water’s too cold

I can’t stand there’s nothing to hold

Times like these are sink or swim

I’m just waiting for the coffee to kick in

 

Last night I got toasted,

But today I woke up burned,

Baby I don’t want to yearn for you

I am true, and that’s where I’ll begin,

I’m just waiting for the coffee to kick in

 

Yes, I’m waiting, oh, I’m waiting

My head, it’s aching

Naw, it won’t be long

I’m just waiting for the coffee to kick in

 

The Wheel

 

It wasn't the heat or the humidity, there was nothing in the water, no acidity, it was all my fault, half a ton of salt over my shoulder, if I was bolder I woulda told her, got guilt though the spilt milk's dried up, curled up and died but, I locked myself right into a lie, when I figure out the reason you’ll be the first to know why

 

Oh, the wheel, oh the wheel

Came full circle, ran me over

Oh, the wheel,

Knocked me out, and made me sober

 

I've been paying dues so long I can't remember why I ever wanted to be a dues-paying member. If it all happened sooner wouldn't have been a late bloomer, blooming late, a cheap date, not finishing everything on my plate, but blinded by fear I couldn't steer clear of the mess, hardly a success, instead of settling down I was settling for a lesson, when you know the truth there's no use in guessin'

 

Oh, the wheel, oh the wheel

Came full circle, ran me over

Oh, the wheel,

Came full circle, what a disaster

What I sent around just came back faster

 

It wasn't the heat or the humidity, there was nothing in the air, no acidity, it was all my fault, half a ton of salt over my shoulder, if I was bolder I woulda told her, got guilt though the spilt milk's dried up, curled up and died but, I locked myself right into a lie, when I figure out the reason you’ll be the first to know why

 

Oh, the wheel, oh the wheel

Came full circle, ran me over

Oh, the wheel,

Came full circle, ran me over

Knocked me out, and made me sober

Wheel came full circle, ran right through me

I made one mistake, but what a doozy!

 

These Streets

 

Can’t tell if I’m dreaming or the cold is kickin’ in

The winter wind is whippin’ me up the street again

Past where Dylan Thomas passed out in the gutter

Steam escapes like a ghost and I shudder

 

All these streets we’re walking

These streets are talking

If you listen right

Oh, it never fails

Their countless tales

Are told in the night

 

Footsteps of the angel-headed hipsters

Beatniks and their hippie younger sisters

Punks, squatters, playing chess in the park

Nothing’s square in the Thompkins Square after dark

 

Chorus

 

Walls whisper, streets shout

Don’t let ‘em drown you out!

 

I have listened, I have learned

It’s my time, it’s my turn

I’ve paid my dues, waited in line

All for a chance to shine

 

Fish wrapped in wrinkled newspaper

Pickles in barrels on the street

Awnings, Louis Zuflacht

This street’s been paved over!

 

Chorus

 

Every time I got something to say

One of these ghosts gets in my way

 

Don’t Look Down (Picking Apples in Orange County)

 

We’re picking apples in Orange County

But they’re hanging just out of reach

You’re out of reach and I am hanging

On every word you speak

 

Oh don’t, don’t, don’t look down

We don’t need to touch the ground

From the top of this old apple tree

I pick you and you pick me

 

We’re picking apples in Orange County

Baby you are such a peach!

The sweat is beading on your body

Oh my, you sure taste sweet

 

Oh don’t, don’t, don’t look down

We don’t need to touch the ground

From the top of this old apple tree

I pick you and you pick me

 

It’s heaven, indeed

We’re redeemed

 

We’re picking apples in Orange County

Sitting in an apple tree

With everything that you’re found me

I got everything I’ll ever need

 

Oh don’t, don’t, don’t look down

We don’t need to touch the ground

From the top of this old apple tree

Oh, don’t, don’t, don’t look down

We don’t need to touch the ground

From the top of this old apple tree

I pick you and you pick me

 

I Want You Near

 

I stroll along the promenade

Take in the sunset and the smog

And I know it ain’t true if it’s never been tried

It’s the kind of thing that makes me realize

My thoughts have never been so clear

I want you near, I want you near

 

 

Always longing to be someplace else

Storefront reflections of myself

I’m wearing such a thin disguise

It’s the kind of thing that makes me realize

My thoughts have never been so clear

I want you near, I want you near

 

Have you watched the ocean at the end of day

Has it made all your troubles melt away

Have you felt all those feelings and feared them cliché

But felt them anyway

 

So I sing this song right off my chest,

And I pray that it comes down to rest

Upon your heart and moves you deep inside,

It’s the kind of thing that makes you realize

Your thoughts have never been so clear

You want me near, You want me near,

You want me near, You want me near

 

Avenue U

Once you had it made but now you are so jaded

I once was blue but like my jeans that too has faded

The place where I was raised had become dilapidated

So I re-created, call me self-edumicated

Seek and you shall see all that’s yours for the taking

Take a look at the world that you’ve been making

 

Crackers and Wine

We got out just in time

Before your world spiraled into the blue

We’re tripping over Avenue U

Avenue U

 

Said crackers and wine, thought you meant the beverage

You’re crackers ‘bout a girl, but you got no leverage

Listening to you, how your record skips

Trying to shanghai us for your sinking ship

But it’s going under far greater scrutiny

You got this crew thinking mutiny

 

Crackers and Wine

We got out just in time

Before your world reeled into the blue

We’re cutting ‘cross Avenue U

Avenue U

 

Well I’ve been in your shoes before

But I can’t help you any more

And I can’t help you

Escape from yourself

 

If you’re gonna go there, please don’t take us with you

We wish you were here but would rather just miss you

Cause we’d all be dancing round the bend

If we didn’t have to wait for you to lecture us again

Come on, we’re busy reaching for the top shelf

You’ve got to please, get over yourself

 

Crackers and Wine

We got out just in time

Before your world sunk into the blue

We are flying over Avenue U

Avenue U

 

Chinatown

 

Could be a riddle, sounds like a rhyme,

How can the sun rise and set at the same time?

When it’s a long way to China from Chinatown

 

Days half-empty, nights half-full

Some days I let go, but mostly I just pull

It’s such a long way to China from Chinatown

 

The crescent moon is grinning, just like a Siamese cat

While underneath I’m spinning, wondering where you’re at

 

You can go to China or wherever you think will do

But you’re not gonna find happiness unless you bring it with you

You got a long way to China, and I got Chinatown

 

 

 

The Magnet

 

Fistfuls of sand, splinters in my hand

From the handle of a silver spade

Dirt in my boots, sweating though my suit

As our respects are paid, we won’t let a stranger fill your grave

 

You are the magnet, you are the glue

My compass points to you

Together you brought us ‘round

Remove the magnet from the center and we break down

 

It’s hard and it’s tough, heavy pieces to pick up

Memories laid in a pile

We try and make ‘em fit, to carry on, not quit

Quitting was never your style, Joanna’s singing “Honey, Baby Chile”

 

You are the magnet, the glue

My compass points to you

Together you brought us all

Remove the magnet from the center and we all stall

 

You said the church was beneath you

Your mama raised you upstairs

You sang at that alter, boy

Now you got us gathered there

 

Sitting on my bed I got your song in my head

Who should crawl in my window but you

You shake your head and smile, man it’s been a while

We sit together and laugh, oh how I wish that dream could last

 

You are the magnet, you are the glue

My compass points to you

Together you brought us all

 

You are the magnet, you are the glue

My compass points to you

Together you brought us all

Remove the magnet from the center and we all stall

 

 

 

You Can't Kill Time

 

We were goin’ downriver in an ol’ canoe

When we hit the rocks and broke in two

You pulled me out as I was tossed by

I laid my clothes on the banks to dry

 

But before I could thank you I fell in again

Over the falls end over end,

Woke up in a pool of my own sweat

Another dream about regret

I did not foresee

 

You can’t kill time and plead insanity

Time doesn’t lie only your vanity

 

We were driving through the desert when the hose blew

The engine was meltin’ and we were too

All I could find was a dried-up creek

‘Til you found a water bottle under the back seat

 

But before I could thank you, I knocked it out of your hands

We watched as it spilled out into the sand

Another mirage vanished from view

Another dream about being through

I did not foresee

 

You can’t kill time and plead insanity

Time doesn’t lie only your vanity

 

You wanted me to tell the truth and so did I

I know it’s buried some somewhere inside

I tried to uncover it but I made a mess

You were listening to a crazy man guess

‘Cause I never could understand my gut

I wish I kept my trap shut

So many things I never did mention

I only had the best intentions

I did not foresee

 

You can’t kill time and plead insanity

Time doesn’t lie only your vanity

The Magnet Buy Now >

End Up Records

Released 11/24/08

The Magnet (EP) captures moments when life and love forcefully confront adversity and wrestle with loss - of loved ones and of time. Andrew’s lyrical approach is sharp-edged, often blackly (and hilariously) ironic, as he faces down his subjects in mirages and dreams. In “Hold Me Back,” he weighs a brick in his hand, eyeing the television set, where “missiles whistle, bullets sing,” and “men don’t cry, they bleed.” Delusion is peeled apart in the lucidly dreamt “You Can’t Kill Time.” In the title track, Vladeck mixes images and memories and creates a specific yet universal song of mourning; he dreams of a visit from his friend and former bandmate in The Honey Brothers, Pierre Michel. “Chinatown” holds the tension, as Andrew stares at a horizon where the sun seems to rise and set all at once. And “21st Century” is a post-folk collapse, a perfectly hypnotic closing meditation on a brother gone to war.

 

Recorded by Kyle Fischer (formerly of the band Rainer Maria) and mixed by Dave Schiffman (Johnny Cash, Mars Volta), The Magnet EP is a solo effort that incorporates hotwired, old-time instruments and effects pedals - a sound Andrew has been woodshedding at his home in Brooklyn. The record blends indie rock and folk, the modern with the historical, fusing the music of The Harry Smith Anthology with Andrew Bird, St. Vincent and Beck.

Track Listing

01. Hold Me Back
03. The Magnet
04. Chinatown
05. The 21st Century (Acoustic EP Version)

Reviews

Talented, popular Brooklyn multi-instrumentalist plying the oldtimey circuit. On this ep he shows off a fervently lyrical style over sparse, tasteful, mostly acoustic instrumentation. Andrew Vladeck packs a lot of words into a phrase in an almost hip-hop vein, with more than a little nod of the head to Dylan (specifically the fun, freewheeling, early Dylan). The five tracks here range from fast and fierce to slower and more contemplative.  Uncompromising as this album may be, it's a very accessible cd: a stealthy victory for smart songwriting. ~ Lucid Culture

The Magnet

Buy the album:

End Up Records CDBaby iTunes

The Wheel has made The Magnet obsolete - so go on and buy The Wheel!!!  Or, you can just buy the individual tracks that tickle your fancy.  Best for me if you buy at BANDCAMP, then END UP RECORDS, CD BABY, lastly by iTunes.  Thank you!

Production Credits

The Magnet is dedicated to Pierre Michel.

 

Produced & Engineered - Kyle Fischer
Mixed - Dave Schiffman
Mastered - Gene Paul

 

Musicians:
Andrew Vladeck — Banjo, guitar, ukulele, autoharp, harmonica
Kyle Fischer — Various instrumentation
Lara Meyerratken — Drums 4
Caithlin De Marrais — Bass 3, Organ 4
Bill Malchow — Piano 1
Brad Gunyon — Drums 1

 

Artwork:
Cover art - Lynsie Bilka
Back cover photo - Bernie DeChant
Inside photo - Renzo Spirit Buffalo
Inside painting - my grandma, Irene Lichterman Vladeck Klein, from her apartment in Brooklyn.

 

Special thanks:
Kyle Fischer, Ethan Gold, Michael Vladeck

Andrew Vladeck Buy Now >

Organ Grinder Records

Released 11/09/04

When one thinks of indie folk music from New York City, a banjo and horn section usually don't come to mind, but Vladeck's version is playful and soulful and unlike anything you've heard.

 

The self-titled "debut" CD captures Andrew's 10-piece Folk band explosion: Horn section, back up singers, the whole nine yards.

 

The artwork is a limited-edition, 8-panel digipack with art by Mac Premo, and photos/lyrics ~ it's a beauty. The record received 3 Billboard Song Contest Awards.

Track Listing

01. You Can’t Kill Time
02. Avenue You
02. Ringaleevio
03. Ringaleevio
04. Waiting for the Coffee to Kick In
05. Only Human
06. Justice is Served
07. What We Gonna Do
08. Shotgun Wedding Bells
09. Long Way to China
10. 3,000 Miles
11. Coney Island Baby
12. Bent Halo

Reviews

"Andrew Vladeck’s self-titled debut album is a highly musical, soulful result of a lot of years of playing and touring. His eclectic family of songs pays the listener in full... Read entire interview."

- THE DELI MAGAZINE

 

 "The perfect blend of Midwestern thoughulness and New Yorker gruff. Some have even compared his post-Americana rock to the Boss. Yowza."

- THE L MAGAZINE

 

"Vladeck plays Americana folk/rock on banjos, ukuleles, electric guitars, and in the opening track, I could swear he's bearing down on a violin with a saw blade. Through it all, he warbles in a way I can only describe as a deep-grooved drawl filled with bleary-eyed nights, hot coffee, scuffed boots, and flickering neon diner signs. If you are desperate to hear something completely different, put on this CD... And it will definitely scrape the Top 40 glitter right off your stereo."

- INDIE-MUSIC 

 

"When one ponders rock music from New York, one does not often include the sounds of the ukulele or the banjo. Nonetheless, Andrew Vladeck, a resident of the music mecca that is the Lower East Side, blends these sounds effortlessly in his quest to produce juiced up, folkafied rock compositions. Influenced by gritty, determined musicians like Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan and the Band, Vladeck started hot wiring beat-up instruments to create his own unique melodic persona. He´s received tons of praise for the inventiveness of his self-titled debut."

- THE HARTFORD ADVOCATE

 

"Andrew Vladeck, is poised between folk and rock, ready to break into either but truly belonging to neither. He combines pieces of pop music history as disparate as honky-tonk country and Motown bass lines to create a sound entirely of the moment... blends styles, traditions, and technology into the best electric banjo solo you’ll ever hear."

- THE COLUMBIA DAILY SPECTATOR

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Production Credits

Produced, recorded & mixed - Fiach Cooling. 

 

Mastered - Emily Lazar, assisted by Sarah Register. The Lodge, NYC. 

 

Additonal recording Oliver Strauss at Mission Sound Brooklyn. 

 

Additional Mixing Juan Garcia at the Magic Shop, NYC. 

 

"Coney Island" produced by Ari Gold, recorded by Adrian Grenier, performed by The Honey Brothers, mixed by The Kuge.  

 

Thanks to Dawn Landes for recording additional Drums at Dubway NYC.

 

 

Musicians:

Jason Crigler - Guitars

 

Fil Kronengold - Keys

 

Dan Green - Bass

 

Mike Davis - additional Bass, Double Bass and Harmonium.  

 

Greg Gonzalez - Drums. 

 

Chris Wiggins - Trombone. 

 

Rob Perle - Alto Saxophone. 

 

Kevin Cordt - Trumpet. 

 

Candace Debartolo - Tenor Saxophone. 

 

Vocals - The Cousins Choir: Rozz Nash, Liz Vladeck, Abbie Gonzalez. 

 

Jeff Lipstein - drums & percussion on "What We Gonna Do" 

 

Special guest - Rachel Loshak sings on "Chinatown" 

 

Special guest - Jen Nails French Horns on "Coffee"