national frost

National Frost is done -- thanks everyone... for everything!------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------June 2008 (this is no longer the case): It has been a silent few months for National Frost in the ears of objective listeners, but it is still noisy to us. Between the walls of 100 year old brick, we hide under ground sculpting what will be our new collective oddity.... WARNING: a little more sexually explosive dance rhythms can sometimes be heard through cracks in the foundation. ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------National Frost is, for lack of a better term, a collective of musicians from the great plains of Saskatchewan. Although fully aware they are just another rock band, the group attempts to move beyond the traditional confines of two guitars, a bass, and drums by incorporating a rhodes piano, organs, a saxophone, a trumpet, field recordings, synthesized sound, a modest army of effects pedals, and virtually anything else they can get to make a noise.
Our story begins early in the summer of 2006 with an unlikely reunion of childhood friends in the sleepy little coal mining community of Estevan.The city, known more for a CBC special entitled 'Drugs, Guns, and Oil' than for any commitment to the arts, proved an unlikely setting to create a hopeful album about new beginnings.
National Frost rented a teetering old warehouse that once served as a lumberyard, filled it to the roof with wires and microphones and began tracking drums, guitars, and organs. In the weeks that followed a procession of contributors made their way through a tiny one bedroom apartment and left behind a trail of melodies, harmonies,and percussive oddities. In December of 2006 the project relocated to Regina where they rented a hundred year old character home in the heart of the city and swiftly converted into a studio space to finish tracking and mixing the album.
The songs of Lost Gospels were surgically crafted on top a body of field recordings, manipulated audio, and questionable rhythms. The album is as atmostpheric as it is angular. It's as gloomy as it is pop. It's an honest introduction to a group who has already begun work on a follow up full length. Lost Gospels begins with a gentle hush of birds and waves and concludes with a rapture of voices declaring “All is well that ends well.”
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