Songs for the Forgotten Future, Vol 1


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In the press

“Eclectic…fascinating” —The New Yorker

“The surprise is how melodiously their antique-garde music pulls off the absurdly ambitious historical concept.” —The Village Voice

“An artsy blend of ornate chamber-pop orchestration and the woozy ambience of early Tom Waits…a remarkable musical and lyrical depth…adventurous listeners will find them fascinating.” —Amplifier/All Music Guide

Top 10 albums of 2003 ”Phenomenally eclectic collection of cabaret songs based on odd historical moments.” —Philadelphia Weekly

“Timeless ballads full of explosive dynamics, strange instrumentation and ethereal harmonies.” —Paste Magazine

“Calling on a countless amount of influences and crafting something strange and beautiful from a musical past that we seem to have forgotten or never knew in the first place” —Delusions of Adequacy

“Lyrically rooted in the bohemian rags of Tom Waits and musically as expansive and lush as any Jon Brion production.” —Sponic

“Piñataland isn’t about rock and roll, it’s about time-travel…this is a strange, unexpected and in many ways really wonderful album. Whatever you might be expecting from it, it’s likely not to be what you thought it would be.” —Indiecrit

“History music that makes you smarter and a better person for listening to it.” —Roctober Magazine

“Refreshingly original…Piñataland’s penchant for historical perspective seems to know no bounds…the yearning folksy strum and woozy twang propel it beyond the realm of a tuneful history lesson. In their hands, it becomes a stirring meditation on the definably human theme of promises broken, of being fucked over by uncontrollable forces. That it’s done to a searingly lonesome country-inflected twang, augmented by strings, tuba, piano and all manner of vintage instrumentation, is almost besides the point.” —Splendid Magazine

“Amazing and varied work…nothing less than inspired.” —Shredding Paper Magazine

“Wise and witty…with a knack for incorporating really old styles and samples into something that rocks and swoons.” —Philadelphia Citypaper