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We said we were going to try and do some final shows, like actual final shows as opposed to just like withering off into “hey we broke up” kinda, or whatever. We’re just kinda trying to get our schedules, cause Wade’s making a record with Gallows right now and they’re gonna go off on tour then I’m gonna be making a record. And Georgie’s a dad, and he’s gonna be a fire fighter actually, saving lives, Georgie. Steele is like, friggin’, professionally golfing at this moment, he golfs so much it’s mindblowing. But we’re gonna definitely… I emailed them all the other night actually cause I was having a drink and a guy came up to me and told me Alexisonfire changed his life. So I emailed all the dudes and was like “definitely gotta come back to Australia to play some final shows.
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This is a recording of a young and fearless Alexisonfire - long before we became extremely calculated in our approach to creating music. We recorded this thing on the cheap, in a basement, in Niagara Falls Ontario. We burned copies and wrapped them in our drummer’s grade 12 math notes. Screamo with a free lesson in basic trig. I have no idea how many exist. Maybe 200 were made and who knows how many survived.

It’s hard for me to say a lot of nice things about this recording. When I hear it I think back to a time before we were jaded by criticism, before sound checks, before we held the sick pleasure in our guts of the van and the road, and the kitchen floors, and bathrooms laden with pubes and filth, and London Heathrow airport, and the Indian Ocean in our hair, and alcoholism, and main stage Reading and Leeds, and a revolving door of guitar techs/tour managers/merch dudes etc, and very boring shows in Paris, and getting kicked out because we were shirtless, snowed in, taking the ferry to Victoria, Brisbane at dusk, the sky filled with flying foxes, watching middle aged business men buy drinks for transvestites in New Orleans, and shows after shows for ever and ever. Stage and lights and sweat and joy and boredom and laughter and inevitable collapse. We were untouched, fresh out of highschool, languishing in menial jobs and we made this piece of shit and it changed our lives forever. Quite the ride.

Liner notes from the vinyl pressing of Math Sheet Demos, written by George Pettit.

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