Pop Ululation

by Zef Raček

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released August 20, 2015

All songs written, performed & produced by Zef Raček
(SOCAN: Jozef Raček) in Montreal © 2015

Guest musicians & magicians:

Michael Hennessy Picard: bass (1, 4) & rhythm guitar (3)
Nicholas Huston: keys (1)
Nick Schofield: drums (1)
Jochem Baelus: drums & vibraphonette (4)
Patrick Latreille: upright bass (9)

Jakub Raček: additional mixing (all tracks)
Dorian Scheidt: recording (1)
Martin Horn: mixing (1)
Neil Holyoak & Josh Hawley: 1/4-inch tape recording (3)

Mastered by Jakub Raček at Night Café Mastering (Ottawa)

Album art lettering and layout by JB Good
Cover photo by Zef Raček

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Zef Raček Montreal, Québec

Zef combines 60s pop with west coast rock and binds it together with a ribbon of folk sentimentality.

Recorded in bedrooms across Montreal, Paris, Berlin and Barcelona.


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Track Name: Snow & Pine
It smells like the beginning, it smells like snow & pine, it smells like the beginning of something nice. It feels like the melting of ice, it feels like something’s right, it feels like the thawing of our frozen ice hearts. It smells like the beginning, it smells like snow & pine, it smells like the beginning of something I might like, it looks like melting snow above the thawing ground, it looks like the grass is waking up from months of doubt.
Track Name: Ballade Mentale
I didn’t know what to do, you, you know I can’t grow if you keep on stepping on me. I said goodbye three or four times or more. I can’t keep on like this. I didn’t know what to do, you, you know I can’t go if you keep on stepping on my toes. I said goodbye three or four times or more. I won’t do it again.
Track Name: Dark Bark
You are never gonna be a star in my heart. You’re never gonna be a star in my heart cause my heart has parts that are dark. My heart has parts that are light and I can’t seem to fight off the dark ones. Dark bark, oh, it’s the hard part, the hardest part to break through and to get you. I’m out to get you out. I’m out to get you out of the middle.
Track Name: Busted Cymbal
One night you’re just walking down the street and Busted Cymbal. It’s cause you’re always looking down at your feet. You carry it in your arms like a big gold shiny prize. You’re walking home and it’s shining bright. Slip on the concrete in the middle of the night. It soars all the way to Chinatown. This time you’ve just hit it so hard. It’s shining in your eyes like the sun it’s the greatest prize. The time is right and it’s the place to be. Drumsticks moving to the rhythm of her feet. Even though I can’t see her eyes I know this chick wins the greatest prize. I can tell just from her moves, the way she dances makes me lose my mind is a busted cymbal. Ringing free over the beat, in my head oh I can’t sleep, it’s ringing over & over again…
Track Name: Waiting Tables
I went to the country and then I came back. I waited tables. I waited some more. I kept on waiting till the bills were filled. I drained my pockets in odd-numbered years. But the even-numbered ones made me stable again. My pockets were never heavy, I could always jump high, over garbage pails on sidewalks, I was never tied down. I guess I’ve been free. I’ve tasted that air, I bet I’m really lucky. I think that thought often now so why do I cry? Why do I cry if I’ve led a good life? I never tried to hurt nobody. Sometimes when you try so hard you get the opposite. I went to the country and then I came back. I waited tables. I waited some more.
Track Name: To The Shore
I don’t know what I’m doing in my life. I’ve got to start thinking about the present but I just don’t know how to unwrap it. And now I’m walking to the shore in a foreign country I don’t know the language or the people, that’s for sure, and now I feel I’m getting deeper in the hole.