In Rounds

by Campdogzz

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about

Campdogzz are dialed into the bleak, spirited heart of the industrial Midwest. The Chicago-based five-piece band harbors driving rhythms, insistent dual guitars set in intriguing arrangements, and the haunting, evocative voice of Tulsa, OK-native Jess Price. Her melodies take on the shape of a storm making its way in -- and out just as soon. There’s a feeling of electricity, of winds shifting, a magical mix of both comfort and unease.

In Rounds, Campdogzz’s sophomore album, was written partially in Chicago but mostly throughout the Southwest as Price and guitarist/vocalist Mike Russell traveled, post-tour, in the school bus that used to serve as their band van. Engulfed by desert, this starkness -- like Price’s native Oklahoma -- couldn’t help but seep into the songs. It was a period of collective change for the band as relationships began and ended, people moved and planted new roots. Everyone experienced some sort of massive life shift and the album serves as a reflection of that period, of growth and patience.

Price, who moved to Chicago to become a filmmaker, has spent her life writing songs. She never considered pursuing music, however, until her introduction to Russell and Nick Enderle (guitar, synth) while filming a documentary on their previous band, Suns. While Price is the main songwriter, Russell has been equally integral to the band from the start, shaping the sound and contributing a song completely of his own on each album. Campdogzz’s self-released 2015 debut album Riders in the Hills of Dying Heaven was the brainchild of solely the pair and came together quickly, but In Rounds represents a shift in their creative process. The new album is a more collaborative and intentional effort, written over a couple of years and recorded in 2017 in Chicago. Like its predecessor, In Rounds is self-produced, but this time with production assistance from engineer Nick Papaleo.

Campdogzz have earned a devoted following in Chicago and the surrounding Midwest, with a solid line-up featuring Price (vocals, guitar, organ), Russell (guitar, backing vocals), Enderle (guitar, synth), Andrew Rolfsen (bass), and Chris Dye (drums). In addition to their own headlining shows and a recent tour with Field Report, the band has opened for Big Thief, Sam Evian, Ohmme, and more. They were recently seen in the first season of the Netflix series “Easy,” while Riders in the Hills of Dying Heaven has been streamed more than two million times. With In Rounds, Campdogzz usher us into the dusty windstorm of a melodic midwest -- aching with yearning and regret -- their hymns offering solace on the long road away from home.

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released August 3, 2018

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Track Name: Souvenir
Hold the wheel
Feel my head
Probably should have stayed in bed
Souvenir
Come right here
I’ll be yours a little bit
Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by

Smoldering is your rest
You make it look good
Souvenir
Come right here
Let me feel you miss your dead

Did you want to get led on
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by
Well that train is going

Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me

Well that train is going by
Well that train is going

Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me

Well that train is going by
Well that train is going
Track Name: Run Wild
Hashing it out for my Mother
On my last try this year
I didn’t mean to get you hurt
You seem rough
Like you can’t get tired
I don’t even notice if it don’t go my way
Digging a hole in our cave
Don’t want to push you to bad blood
But I get lost when we don’t make love

You were the ripping tide
I’ll want you burning out
Run Wild
And get lost again
Track Name: Batshit
Assume that I only come on
Able body in the dark
Leave my mind sorting with you
Through the tapes you’ll keep for now

Running like batshit if you fall
You’re on your own

Assume the right to be run off
Frozen water in the mount
Pool in time for you to slip in
And rest your body for a while

Running like batshit if you fall
You’re on your own
Track Name: Rawbone Ring
How can you help like that and wander where you will
I’ve been on a driving kick - it’s making me be still
I’m going home - away - glide
You told me not too tight

We holy rollers in the middle of the shit
Pointing out tired lights where self-awareness sits
It wears a raw bone ring
Can’t get it to stay with me

Now that we’re older maybe the truth will feel like silk
And you will love me still
Track Name: In Rounds
All the while I hear you wrestle down
The pain that you make up
I know because I’m always doing that
Putting myself through some useless stuff
I love the way that you sing aloud
But you never do it much
I’m always howling in the face of crowds
Trying to get it out and have some fun
For a while
Not long
I’m gone and bound to get gone again
And run
In Rounds
Just to make a hunger fester within
Track Name: Dry Heat
I’ll be your colder day
If anybody is going to hurt that way
Take time and tend a while
Easy enough for me to chart some more miles
And I need to

I need to I do now

I’ll be your warmer night
If either one of us would feel alright
Take time and figure out
What it is that’s causing all of the doubt
That I need you

I need you I do now

I need you
Come be who I knew now
I need you
I’ll be who you knew now

I’ll be your colder day
If anybody is going to hurt their way
Track Name: On My Own
I just can’t breed a love
High and low
Through the winter with colder hands
Making the plans
For a rugged and broader shore
In good time
Before I show you another part of my mind

On my own

Digging right into cold red earth
Like a root
I didn’t know that was what I was putting you through
Forgive me needing familiar ground to lay hope
Before I show you another part of my soul

On my own
Digging around in your town
Track Name: Royal Rye
If you ever need a bed made
Full grown weeds behind a brick house
Teenage branches get the beat again
Call the creature and the wind howls
Silverstone Jesus on the highway
Fifty-cent paychecks in a dollar home
All my repentance is in your hands
Water running on your pink palm
I die to question you about your kin
To eat your food and nurse the water pump
Figures in motion for some hundred years
Kicking up particles in dust bowls
Track Name: Southern
Hope man coming our way
On a ribbon braid of endless tires
Lead me hanging overdrawn
While the covenant you hum quarters yard

You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s time
Keep me hanging together now
Your weather waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Holding this crude law

Send for something to resurge
The parts that you have hurt and run dry
Soon will be the light of morning birth
The title of the one I’m holding

You love the southern belles
And with them raising hell up to the dawn
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Keeping this crude law

In harmony
A part of me
Blinded army
Isn’t that telling

You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s life
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Come on down
You mean right don’t you
But it’s a crude law

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