Kickstarter

While you’ve been busy snoozin’ with your socks on, Quiet Loudly’s kept hard at work hammering out a fool-proof plan to derail your commute, fog up your monitor, and high-kick that light ‘n’ sweet decaf mocha puddin’ shot straight outta your hand to clear way for the psychedelic smoothie high-ball of tummy-scrub lovin’ that’s been cloggin up all our mindspace.

We’re talking about making a record! And if you’ll excuse our rudeness, we might need a bit of brass to make it happen.

Don’t think we didn’t try raising the dough ourselves. We washed every last beaker in the pharmacy. We ate nothing but home-grown lemon water-bread and slow-boiled thread-pudding for (most of) a year. We sold our likeness to the Sharper Image, only to be told that jazz is dead.

Thing is, making a record is expensive. You don’t just fire off late-night mystic energy and know the right receivers will scoop it up. You’ve gotta rent a fireproof noise cave. You’ve gotta pay a virgin wizard to open up the sound valves and limit your wishes. Do you know how to turn rubber into groove waves? Doubt it. Call up the alchemist.

So yeah, this battery factory don’t run on hopes ‘n’ dreams, sizzle-sticks. Still, why should you help? To iron out galactic wrinkles? Make way for the coming bear-pocolypse? Satisfy in tandem your thirst for excursion and morbid curiosity for sea-travel? Yes, yes, and yes.

Here’s why everything’s different this go ‘round: we’ve added a shiny new dude to the pack (trust us, you’ll be crafting poems to Marie about his thunderous jawline AND dexterous key-poking). And we’ve puffed up our palette to include swooshes, fuzzooms, twinkles, sprinkles, guffaws, caws, hoo-has, and all sorts of other ear-snakes that’ll sneak in and bubble up your brain-soda.

If that’s not enough, we’ve filled our oversized octopod with sweet gifts and savory smiles of gratitude, and have it standing by for launch into your lovin’ arms (read all about ‘em on yonder side-panel, but only if your lust-o-meter is properly calibrated).

But mostly we wanna make sounds you love ‘cause we love and cherish your tender faces, and keep doing this dance for and only for that sweet ‘n’ drippy look in your gleaming dewdrop eyes.  

Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, and thanks.

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