Description: East of the Wall bassist Chris Alfano playing through "Tell Them I'm Sorry" off of the new record NP-Complete, out now via Translation Loss Records. Vinyl: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Digital: https://eastofthewalltl.bandcamp.com/

Description: East of the Wall drummer Seth Rheam playing through "Fast-Bang Pooper Doop" off of the new record NP-Complete, out now via Translation Loss Records. Vinyl: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Digital: https://eastofthewalltl.bandcamp.com/

Description: East of the Wall bassist Chris Alfano playing through "Tell Them I'm Sorry" off of the new record NP-Complete, out now via Translation Loss Records. Vinyl: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Digital: https://eastofthewalltl.bandcamp.com/

Description: East of the Wall drummer Seth Rheam playing through "Tell Them I'm Sorry" off of the new record NP-Complete, out March 29th via Translation Loss Records.

Description: East of the Wall bassist Chris Alfano playing through "N of 1" off of the new record NP-Complete, out March 29th via Translation Loss Records.

Description: East of the Wall - "Tell Them I'm Sorry", from the album NP-Complete, out now via Translation Loss. Purchase the vinyl here: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Lyrics: I suppose it’s quieter now…. You can’t hear the wails enswarming? Well, that’s a gasp of relief for this small room. God, just think of the stress if they’re sated. Don’t tend to the herds at thy gate. All the parlance in the fields – it’s a tempting charade. The guilt gnaws worse in through all the sorry. So, no, we won’t deal anymore. The pull of the faith, the bait of hope, tore through this road. That clawing outside? Why can’t we simply turn back tides? Bring the mouths to the door – it’s enough to turn cold. With the hands open palm, it’s the blood that turns cold. I can’t. Don’t feel like you want to. Don’t meet their eyes. Don’t seem like you want to. Don’t act obliged. Don’t feel that tide’s pull like you want to.

Description: East of the Wall - "Non-Functional Harmony", from the album NP-Complete, out March 29th via Translation Loss. Preorder the vinyl here: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Lyrics: Invite you in. Sit back, at the bar stool. A few down, it's stiller than planned, and most of us shy. There's a drop and refrain - sharp words, harsh beliefs. A few songs down, I'm wearied and I recant. And the singer's soft-spoken, still cunning but empty. It's enough to be hurt, a thumb in the wound. I should just walk and let it all glance by. In rhyme, rolling mantras calling on, each time, with the stanzas’ falling hum. Heaven knows my dirge. I've sighed and crooned each verse. It's over, and played out. I'll take my hat and bow. And the singers have spoken, grown cutting and angry. It's the goal to be heard, a thought from the wound. So I should comply, or think it over? I’m running away? No faith in this room - I should just balk and let it all slip by. Some in seven, some in nine. Crossed words. Some rhymes won’t work. Spite, emboldened yet trite, I’m weighed and lopsided. You cannot be hiding enough. I tried, time and every time. Gave up and I’m fried. Now retired, I gave enough. The song’s healing nostalgia soured. Now it’s merely maudlin. My sole tenor is drowned out. This din grew dischord. I’m bowing out. So no hesitation, swift on our way, or you’re drowned out. No reservations, no encore to play. I’m bowing out.

Description: East of the Wall - "Somn 6", from the album NP-Complete, out March 29th via Translation Loss. Preorder the vinyl here: http://translationlossrecords.bigcartel.com/product/east-of-the-wall-np-complete-2xlp-preorder Footage taken during the May 2017 tracking sessions with engineer John Ferrara at Portrait Recording Studios in Pompton Plains, NJ. Additional tracking at bassist Chris Alfano's studio, Volume Fact, throughout 2017 and 2018. Lyrics: Strutted past partway, a tug on the shoulder. What should’ve been sly fell to the floor. Stricken halfway down, shrugged the remainder. Cutting the crash, sighed to the lights and out. Slowly shapes, estranged passersby, show revolt with grievance in mind. A moment in time, and swept up in flight, breathed in the smoke, and feeling exhaust. Scolded at midday, shook by the shoulder. Balanced in spite of the attempts. Passed out maybe once, then to the doorway. A gentle push, then harder along. The binding of woes, some alchemical ichor. Down it all, then just wait. There’s a light by the window. It’s old and it’s dull like the night. We’re here for a moment. Wipe off the proof of our lives.