The Kinch Service EP

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Not all excellent things require an excellent amount of time to be completed, but these songs are true late bloomers.

The Kinch Service EP, a nod to the nickname given to Stephen Daedalus by Buck Mulligan, is something that has taken me considerable time to complete. Part-writer’s block, part-procrastination, and part-waning interest in music; three of these five tracks have been waiting in the confines of my digital shelves since late 2011 or early 2012, you can choose.

I’d scoff (or agonize) at having to sit down and come up with vocal melodies or re-record instrumentals that were once acceptable. Mea culpa …in a sense. This indifference stemmed from various occurrences, but mainly to blame were a very shaky band practice schedule, a lack of live shows and interest, and diminishing time and effort to do a good job.

Practices, when occasionally had, would hardly aid me in creating melodies and instead I’d write new songs that were more “satisfying” to perform; a fatal mistake. New songs would be “passable” or “need work” and would never be heard of again. I was simply running from the task at hand; to finish my work that I’d been hoarding for so long. The lack of proper shows and a feeling of misplacement in our local surroundings (yes yes yes I know, woe is the musician) led to my decision to simply throw the live band into the dustbin and focus on fruitful endeavors.

Not to say I didn’t attempt to do it all at once, as is customary, since I had setlists upon setlists of new songs to perform and how to focus on this release. But I fear if I had done so, I’d be ending the summer without proof of time well-spent. There had to be a sense of give and take in order to coerce myself to finish the project, and momentarily giving up on the live band gave me enough of a nasty taste of medicine to proceed.

The record really began to come together when I had written “Acquaintance Now” early this year and felt that it would become the closer of a four track long version of The Kinch Service. But I was inspired by the song’s birth and sought to complete “The Flensed”, a song dating to 2013 that was once a part of HS’s aborted second LP, which would prove to be challenging, rewarding, and ultimately prolong this EP from completion for even longer. The completion of the song reignited my interest in the aborted material for How Scandinavian’s second album and led to an even greater sense of direction for the future.

Left to my own devices, I sought to achieve a new standard for How Scandinavian and felt I have subsequently re-inspired myself to create music for myself, and anyone who will listen.

Please enjoy The Kinch Service EP by How Scandinavian.

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released September 8, 2015

All songs written by Bryan Santizo
Instrument and Vocal performances by Bryan Santizo
Production, mastering, mixing, and recording by Bryan Santizo
Recorded at The Lost Ooze, CA

Artwork and design by Ilya Shkipin (www.ilyashkipin.com)
Special Thanks to the talented Ilya Shkipin for his beautiful artwork!

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Track Name: Fables
Dragging down the dream
show them exactly what it means
again and again and again and again (x2)

See the ashes upon yourself,
upon myself
again and again and again and again (x2)

But you don't mean a single thing, don't know what it is
Recall youth, recall (I guess) it's true

So I guess it's too much to say, too much to take
it's all for you, I guess it's true

See her hounds
her plastic shoe
you wonder why

I guess it's burnt lips, I guess it's something else
But I guess I've learned by myself, "well..."

I guess it's burnt lips, there's nothing else
Remind yourself that I won't be there

twenty-thousand papers against the school yard fence
Just another lesson erasing their names
smoldering their past, it's a case of arrogance
A fleeting memory or a summer test

but even after
the epilogue is written
if I went back and had you
with no pretense or bitter values

I know that I'd tell you
again and again and again and again
that's how it always ends
Track Name: Torrents Of Spring
It doesn't take much to realize where you are:
a flickering screen and some bitter daydreams

But in time there won't be any more
with all of the days freshly worn
funny enough, I forgot it all
laugh, laugh, laugh, laughing like a fool

Cut yourself on the words of
on the words of the loudest mouth
I know you're so unaware of time

Diluted in paraphrases with a sack of single note smiles
poor excuse for even the palest imitation
so unsure and led by a lure

the salting season has come and gone again
wait outside the door hat in hand
competition of one-sided bets
expecting another plate of bourguignon

it's just what they want
it's just what they want
it's just what they WANT
Track Name: Monday
I lost track of time
and I didn't know
saw him staring at me
with tired eyes
silent goodbye

Didn't know (didn't tell me)
Where did you go (Well I'm right here)
I guess it cost (memories are paid)
every day we had (better than not having had)

He never did anything wrong
Just ran around
and fell asleep in his house

But I'm not surprised
Time takes anything; wrong or right
Just say something to justify
his life

the very last one
on the back of the truck

a pity so endearing
we made you a home

Cried when you ran
away years ago

now you can't come back
until the next life

well I wonder where we all go
when the procession ends
and the incense has to be put away

don't leave me cause I have last words
but they remain above
with my feet and knees against the dirt

Different territory
They're a stranger to themselves
Show them what this mutt can do
cause they always settle for the outside of youth

give me another year
i hear sirens growing closer
coming for someone else,
tell me it's not you


It's just Monday for everyone else
But not me, not me
Spending some time away from myself
there he goes again

I'm awake now
I'm awake now
I'm awake
Track Name: Acquaintance Now
I had too long to stay
and I saw it all fall apart
but you never heard me out

"Wonder why there was nothing left?"
I guess that's all you have to say for yourself

Don't forget where you're from, who showed you
Now that everyone's broken up, you leave too!

I know it's wrong
But I've nothing left
I'm not wasting a single word on them

Oh, he found his home
Between the legs; inside
of someone of the petty indulgent life
So you know I refuse to play along. oh well.

Walked again
through the people I didn't know their names and
there's nothing wrong with that I think
well, I gotta learn how to keep up my attention

I saw them all walking back
still had the same words left to say
I'm the only lonely one without a business card
a statement to sell

It's not like I forgot the time
they left me out
three hours in the wilderness social

When you were in the loving arms of cliches
I was avoiding to think that class from three to six exists
and the ride never helps
at all

I'm still behind in years

Still behind the tree
and things never change
everyone leaves if they see something new

pathetic without a clue to spare
that's what I'm left out to do
and I don't know who cares

I'll just say without meaning or delays,
"Be happy and keep in touch"
well... not that much for me

there's nothing else I have to say
for myself
much less for anyone else

I know it's wrong
but you didn't make me change a single one

I had it all it all planned out too
I would say the words and the insults too
because you didn't like what I had to say

goddammit I'm not sure what day it is
I'll never understand you anyway

I had it all planned out too but those never mean a thing
unless you have it set down
(when you are let down)
Track Name: The Flensed
I didn't care for the hand's
culpable caress that youth demands

I can see the debt in your eyes
that you slept on

cause you can only ask so much
about a job, about a class,
about things absolutely unnecessary to ask...

I've been nothing but open with you
now I wonder if I'm too open for my own good

this death march has allowed me to see
madness disguised as anemic treaties

cause it's so sequentially un-required of me

a status quo to ignite some memory; to retain allure

these are your last minutes before the bloody surf
yeah, the biggest crime was that never you pulled it off

not really.

oh, they're normal people that love gossiping
oh, they're business people trying to be interesting
oh, they're ugly people sharing nasty feelings

OH, WHAT THE HELL AM I THEN?

surrounded by directionless maps
it's not as easy as writing in "ambition"
to fill in their blanks

your favorite chatterbox
hasn't faltered for very long

to allow him to sell you, in depreciating value,
the cheapest truth that we can afford

so let the intricate smiles begin
only fatal till the last minutes of this
acrimonious overture's crescendo

still the same old drunk cadet
the very same your fresh friends don't know of yet
my god, life can be so much longer than you expect

but don't forget the minor detail
terms and conditions may apply
(a crack on the head is just what you'll get...)