03. Huber Breeze
05. Looking Back
09. Stomach Aches
10. I Remember
On this, their 5th album for Epitaph, Pulley's take on the classic Epitaph sound is a unique one. Matters was produced by Matt Hyde (Slayer, No Doubt, Sum 41, Fu Manchu, Monster Magnet, etc etc.), and marks Pulley's first departure from producer Ryan Greene. The sound is catchy, heavy and beautiful all at once.
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Matt Hyde.
Drums recorded at Sound City, Van Nuys, CA.
Assistant engineer: Miles Wilson.
Pro Tools Editing: Jorge Vivo.
Drum tech: John Nicholson.
Guitars and bass recorded at Platinum Audio, West Hollywood, CA.
Guitar tech / Assistant Engineer: Justin Huth.
Vocals recorded in the hallway of Matt's apartment.
Pro Tools Editing: John Cranfield.
Mixed at Ameraycan Studios, North Hollywood, CA.
Assistant engineer: Chris Rakestraw.
Mastered at Stephen Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood, CA.
Mastered by Louie Teran
All songs written by Pulley, except "Land of the Lost"
lyrics by Linda Laurie, music arranged by Pulley.
Published by X-members Music(BMI)
administered by Wixen Music Publishing.
Cover art, photos, and layout by Mark deSalvo.
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families, friends, co-workers, bands we play with, listen to,
and are inspired by, booking agents, promoters, and of course,
our amazing fans all over the world!
We greatly appreciate the continued support of these companies: DVS, Fender, Mesa Boogie, Paiste, Promark, Seymour Duncan,
Vans, and Volcom.
This recording is dedicated to the good times we had and music
we made with Jim Cherry. May he rest in peace.
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A Bad Reputation
Long, long time ago I saw this dick outside a punk rock show He sized me up from head to toe I think he wants to kill me His girlfriend looked like some big piece of shit and started drooling I think she wants to do me So if at first you don't succeed you try and try again I told her you're not my type I'm just here to slam I've seen Aggression Ill Repute just started playing the last song that they're playing Cherokee people Cherokee nation What comes around will go around What they said to me will the good times be all you forget What comes around will go around What they said to me will the good times be all you regret So here we are again were right back where we started at this assholes right up in my face I guess that's how he likes to act A broken bottle in his teeth I think his smile's kind of sweet He won't be fucking with me So when I'm seen out at a show they step aside and let me go its such a joke I'm really not that tough there is no moral to my story hit him first and stole his glory which was worse I guess that's just what worked for me
Sitting in the backyard on a Sunday in the morning Touched by you and all your curls that sucked me in I can hear you when you're screaming I hear you when your talking to me laughing at the jokes laughing at the jokes I've told before It's only over when you've given up on me You held it in for so long detaching yourself from everything I gave now you're on your own there's nobody else So happy on the outside with your conscience coming home blindfold me a role blindfold me a role you play so well There's one thing left to say Those words I said to you were never true justified everything I gave to you I won't ever look at you the same step aside you always walk away
Stare at you and I cant believe a song inside your head words to remember where to begin when will you find them covered up those memories still run inside your head the sound isn't better do you remember I will walk away from a disease that's full of love and hate Time to time I write these rhymes it takes me to a better place Stop trying never try again Voices and melody the struggle starts within where will it take you when will it end it always seems to cover up those memories that run inside your head the sound isn't better do you remember
I'm looking for a friend today another victim just like me a lunatic a loser a freak another casualty from a fucked up society I gave my all to the system half my life still in question all about the money and power all the greed they've devoured You never gave any credibility for a vision given to the enemy and on the faces of humanity a stones eye throw for a man on a pedestal You sold your soul to the man another deal a deal gone bad another seed that never gets planted corporate insects destroy our planet never going to let another day die my friend you and I feel the heat from the fire outside burning hot still alive See the sun drop colors of red broken bones for a mouth well fed bring back a real train of thought another tool for the melting pot
Land of the Lost
In the mirror I can see reflections staring back at me I turn away and don't like what I am The reasons why you run and hide from answers you would soon deny and tell me that I still don't understand now I always make believe I was modeled just like you followed in the footsteps finding everything I needed to Walk like the dead never hear anything the legend I've become inside of me Boy at his youth one day finds out the truth as the years just pass on by Never look back into the past your reality never seems to last you fill the voids with shit and make believe made mistakes on my behalf paid the price can only laugh on how and why things really ought to be living on the edge of where my fear would touch the sky branded by the future scars that make me realize I'm growing old and my story has been told will it ever see the light of day Its all about me this reflection I see as the years just pass on by Figure out this anger as I watch the time go by all these dreams and feelings without you ever on my mind
don't wait until its to late everyone is gone everyone is here I wont wake up to find myself alone lying on a bed of nails and try to figure what went wrong All my life destroy my mind give me all drugs you have one more shot and Ill be dead All this time and I'm still alive take one step in front of me don't look back or you will Open up the world that's rolling around inside your room and let the monsters out Open up the world that's rolling around inside your head and let yourself out I cant even try to change the past everywhere I walk they will follow me there then everything then seen in front of me is a piece of something some thing that they will never be
Did it have to be this way Ill never hear your name again many things I would have liked to say it doesn't make any sense to me now you seem to be at peace see what you have left behind a trail of memories run deep who thought wed ever run out of time Everyday that your away don't know how we make it through Everyday that you're away I miss another night with you The signs they hang up on your face I think you knew we understood we were immune to what was you we still held on to what we could words keep turning and the lights keep burning brighter than before trails of memories run deep who thought wed ever run out of time As a child you gave to me what I see now as I close my eyes think of you stepped aside always walked on by
I knew things started getting rough and this party had to stop and all my friends were outside getting fucked with by the cops the kegs have all been tapped out dry and the bottles thrown away I need to find a friend somewhere to show me out of here wonder what had happened to the girl I was talking to she made a run for it I saw her but I cant tell who is who maybe Ill find her when the smoke clears things are sure to settle down right now I need a ride home its no where to be found Whys it got to be this way it just turns into another lazy day one thing you can count on I'm always ready lets go Well the cops have left and the streets are bare and she's no where in my sight its normal for me interruptions ruining my nights I never get to score I'm just a loser with the girls say it doesn't bother me but I like you as a friend I cant believe all this because the band was playing loud another boring Friday night another neighbor on the prowl and maybe next week when I go out it can happen all again this is what I live for one day I will win
I guess Ill let you know just how the story goes give you everything you want to hear tell me some thing I already know its been long and hard weary from the road been traveled can I walk away with you I don't know why everything is always black and white I don't know if anything will ever get it right Words that fill the space when I say how I feel Tell me some thing I already know This feeling comes again my stomach aches with pain and some where in the dark I lay this trip is long and overdue for me the years they pass stories grow to disbelief which one of you should I believe Alone I write alone I dwell alone I rot trapped in this shell too old to be young but I'm not old loneliness I hear its call run behind but I still fall never happy some times I think I'm in hell Going down this road again
Lost again I try to find myself direction found unknown where else can I go sit me down and say to me tell it like it is desperation eats at me feel I need a change promises I've made So helpless and innocent hard to try and figure out just what it is I say Still falling back behind again will I always chase you what's in it if I do my idea that you sold me don't need to understand what it is I am or who it is I am anymore So helpless so innocent so hard to try and figure out just what it is I say please help me understand I reach my hands for someone there start the circle of where I've been remember where I've been The walls that protected have all fallen down and I don't know how much more I can take I know there faces and I know there names been to the places and I remember
Finally agreed to pledge my allegiance here I've agreed to make a change swallowed my pride enough to bow out on my own they want to make you feel like you're the one to blame pick up the past and let it go writing you to tell you how to say I've told you so Now I know what it means to be wanted Now I know what it feels to be wanted Now I know what it feels to be wanted watch everything fall through Just learned your name again and I couldn't take that look away from you going back to see how it disappeared remember last year when we were here open mind when you needed me and my heart was open to writing you to tell you how to say I've told you so I think I do and I'm falling down you never say anything That's just how it is when your falling down you never say anything You don't know how it feels to be falling down like me
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US Rel. Date: 04/06/2004
EU Rel. Date: 04/05/2004
Other than a bout with Hodgkin's Disease, Scott Radinsky leads an envialbe existence. Noth onl has the guy fronted Scared Straight, Ten Foot Pole and Pulley, but he also owns a skatepark and has earned millions as a Major League pitcher. Now, with Matters, he can add a first-rate punk album to his list of achievements. Pulley's latest still hears their sound planted firmly in Southern California, yet Matters a quantum leap forward from 2001's Together Again For The First Time. Whether the improvement is a result of finally kicking producer Ryan Greene to the curb in favor of Matt Hyde or of having a lineup shuffle is open for debate, but Matter is far more polished and cohesive than previous efforts. By combining the technical virtuosity of Strung Out and the melodic propulsion of Pennywise, Pulley have made Matters a Southern California punk fan's wet dream.
R. Paul Matthews
So when Pulley returns to the well-stomped grounds of So-Cal skate punk on Matters, its fifth studio album, the band's not so much as an irritating anachronism as much as a comfortable musical security blanket. Maybe it's because many of the band's So-Cal contemporaries faded into the background, or maybe it's because Pulley pursues its skate-pop ends with the enthusiasm of a brand-new outfit on this album, but Matters strikes with a power that's increasingly rare in the punk world.
Matters, which takes its name from the band's tour van, continues Pulley's nine-year trajectory that's led it from being a ragtag bunch of members expelled from other bands into a powerful and introspective, if not altogether original, punk-pop outfit. Still worlds away from the gooey glop mall-punk acts pass off for three-chord pop, Pulley's sound captures the adrenaline-rush power of skate punk with all the massive hooks and watertight harmonies of pop. "Huber Breeze" races along at a nitros-fueled clip that makes it the perfect background music for extreme sports, though singer Scott Radinsky's singsong, soaring vocals add a sugary glaze that washes away the punk aggression of the track. "Looking Back" and "Stomach Aches" cruise through arrangements that let guitarists Mike Harder and Jim Blowers squeeze in some gigantic hooks without losing any of the band's punk power, while the rest of the album zips along with a crisp, effervescent pop glow.
Matters follows the blueprints of classic '90s Fat Wreck Chords and Epitaph pop punk -- think Ten Foot Pole, No Use for a Name and NOFX -- without succumbing to any of its clichés. Pulley doesn't need to do anything new on its latest, as Matters does everything right, and that's enough.
Average Fan Rating: 4.50