Ice Cream Bones

There’s a little room on Chicago’s Northwest side where this thing is happening. There isn’t much to say about the room itself. It has walls that give if pushed and would fall over if pushed hard enough. There’s a wood floor. There’s a dirty, thin carpet on top of the wood floor. There are old cigarette butts that belong in other mouths that live on the carpet, in the burn marks they have created. The history of the room has been scribbled in mostly tacky, generic markings by its past inhabitants, drawings of tattoo style roses, dragons and lists of the best group of friends who will never die. There are pipes near the ceiling. There are Christmas lights wrapped around them. Their ends have been cut, so they can’t do what they were born into this world to do.

But what matters is what happens within those walls, on those floors, under the unlit lights and pipes, among the burned out cigarettes and black marker drawings that grace the walls. Somewhere in the midst of all of these things, sounds that belong in other places find their ways together and make a home with each other, market places of old world Baghdad, choruses of classic Bollywood, forests filled with beasts and fields where flying, flickering fairies brush the tops of the long grass and swaying wheat.

The people who bring all of this together and carefully form it into A Lull are Nigel Dennis, Mike Brown and Todd Miller, among others, various friends who have been kind enough and willing to lend a hand or two along the way. All three are formerly of other Chicago based bands, Nigel and Todd (and Mike briefly) of The Evaluation, and Mike of The Skies We Built and Mike (and Nigel briefly) of Ateriavia.

A Lull’s debut ep is entitled Skinny Ice Cream Bones, and they are currently hard at work molding, crafting and perfecting their debut full-length album entitled Confetti.