Brooklyn art-punk band Conveyor has already had a terrific 2012 with the release of their debut self-titled album in July on Paper Garden Records and a national tour that spanned over 30 cities in the Midwest, the South and both coasts as well as stops in Montreal for The Fringe Festival and Toronto for NXNE. Conveyor returns to their hometown of Brooklyn headlining at the Glassland Gallery this Wednesday, August 22nd, along with Field Mouse, ABADABAD, and Y/Y. Show starts at 8:30pm (Conveyor takes the stage at 11PM) Tickets are $10 and are still available at the door.

Conveyor is a Brooklyn-based music project spawned by the fated juncture of a wandering tarot of musicians in Gainesville, FL. Was it kismet or perhaps a primordial summon which led these gentlemen purveyors of sound to individually tune in and migrate North to the bustling seductress known as New York City? Their retort is "Sun Ray", a debut EP birthed and released in the warm embrace of Spring 2011. Brimming with lucid, homey synths layered over acoustic guitars and harmonious vocals, they channel extraterrestrial bible-thumpers drenched in love, spouting acid-soaked pop unabashed to beam with the simultaneous embrace of life/death realities backed by a polyrhythmic, pulsing backdrop.



Conveyor has invited Bill Murray to be the "merch guy" at tomorrow's show through a series of open letters (Letter #1 is below). I have to say that I'm feeling "slow" as I don't get the joke.

Mr. Murray,

I am writing to you on behalf of the greater entity of Conveyor, a Brooklyn-based art-pop band. If you’ve been following us in any capacity, I’m sure you’re aware that for the past six weeks we’ve been on a nationwide tour in support of our recently released debut record. You will be happy to hear that the tour has been a success and that we have returned to Brooklyn irrevocably altered. Here are a few highlights:

In San Antonio, Texas, a man named Frank offered me a voluminous amount of tequila which I graciously accepted while attempting to coerce a stoned girl who had crawled into the backseat of our van back into the bar with the lure of additional Schedule-I controlled substances.

In the Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park in northern California, the four of us tried to encircle a redwood tree by linking arms, to no avail. You wouldn’t believe how big those trees are, unless of course you have been there before, in which case: can you believe how big those trees are?

In Chicago, Illinois, we stayed with Evan’s sister.

In Johnson City, Tennessee, we stumbled into the annual Grateful Dead Jerry Garcia Birthday Tribute Concert at the Galaxy Lounge. The bass player was wearing a sequined dress, an androgynous person gyrated wildly against a four-foot statuette of a yellow-eyed alien, and a small group of artists exhaustively painted rainbow watercolors of Jerry Garcia’s face.

In any case, as you may have noticed, we have planned a unique homecoming performance on the night of Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012 at the Glasslands Gallery at 289 Kent Ave., Brooklyn, New York. It would be my pleasure to offer you a spot on our guest list; however, as guest list spots are in short supply and high demand, I would add the caveat that you please aid us by selling merchandise (or, “merch”) before and during our performance. It’s not an onerous task, and I would be happy to personally give you a quick overview before the show begins.

Yours,

T.J. Masters

Conveyor

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