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June 12th 2026
Indie Pink Splatter-in-clear Vinyl
Over the course of his now 25 year career under the Fruit Bats moniker, most of Eric D. Johnson's output has been the product of patience and fine-tuning. His songs, to borrow a phrase, are slow growers, given life on albums that encompass long stretches of time and memory. Last year's "Baby Man" changed that - he disallowed himself from referring to material he'd been working on before laying the album down, utilizing the morning pages technique of stream-of-consciousness, observational songwriting which flowed directly into his afternoon recording sessions. It was both a breathtaking document of Johnson's skill as a singer-songwriter and an unvarnished account of the two weeks in which he recorded the album.
Within weeks, he was back in a studio, this time with his band, with whom Johnson has spent over a decade building Fruit Bats into one of the most in-demand live acts in indie rock. Listening to "The Landfill", it’s not hard to understand why: simply put, this band smokes. Most of the songs on "The Landfill" mark themselves immediately as some of the best in Eric D. Johnson's ever-expanding songbook, seekers and anthems alike. It's the most daunting peak he's scaled yet, musically or lyrically: a swashbuckling set of full-band jammers couldn't be more honest and open-hearted about his hopes and anxieties, his dreams and failures, what's passed and what will come to pass, were it just him, his guitar, and the listener.
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