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Within The Speed Limit Of Love

by Raiden Freeman

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1.
Monoholy 02:26
Hard turns, stop sign, red jacket shirt, yeah within the speed limit of love (1x1x1) Dive roll out the vehicle, throw a full deck of cards, yeah within the speed limit of love (1x1x1) Long in the moment, short in hindsight, like ten hours on a plane, within the speed limit of love (1x1x1) I don't have to explain it to you, this is no mystery, no Spillane, within the speed limit of love (1x1x1) I get another experience to flatline I gotta push myself up the incline Hold my pencil and let myself slide down Call me Matthew Barney how I restrain myself 9 times out of 9.1 they fly away I guess I'm just too monoholy
2.
All those preventative measures, I found nothing I want I never felt so angry as the first day that I read Marx Time of the signs, hieroglyphs I don't wanna say what I mean anymore ???? ???? No one can tell me what I said I don't wanna say what I mean anymore Rise up to the bait Rise up on my hindquarters Someone please remind me what is The right response to make to that face I thought that there was a secret that nobody was letting me in on It was filling me up with resentment, I'm fearing the grudge like I'm Ju-On I found out that I can't do it I found out it's something most people intuit So now I have to manufacture I found out that I was born evil
3.
Always got plans, but never plan in relief Why you don't like this shit? Man you're not even Keef Clock yourself in, no cognition as your hands and feet walk along the temporal plane Solipsistic, think you're Metatron, switch it up like Mokujin, change Megatron Can't even tell someone that they've wronged you cause you don't wanna enter battlezone Yeah I'm on my moral high horse but I've got the reins, I ain't falling off Not in this century But I need to be anaesthetized before going outside like it was the first time in my whole life You think you're not complete inside but what if inside was not to be filled up all the time (ANNABEL LEE) Conversing with demons lately, they all sing the same thing There will be no saviour, no relief, your flesh will rot, we'll keep your teeth Light overtakes you, beauty fakes you, you drowned your soul out in the creek But I need to be anaesthetized before going outside like it was the first time in my whole life You think you're not complete inside but what if inside was not vessel-sized, it's just somewhere to hide but you don't have no line, no business to try and escape from your life, you just sit and sigh and you think that's alright, but you spend too much time looking into your own eyes
4.
My aunty concerned I walked out into the parking lot She said if he doesn't get there now they'll have to put him institution Doesn't take a man to make a young lil boy's decision You want to be the one so badly to tell me I gotta ship up or shape out I watched The Life Of Oharu the other day, I realised I'm just like the main character, these people can't stand me being around You have to admit that you cannot see things like I see things How can I be blamed for feeling like I'm a superior being I got my own space and time These people can't prioritise their a prioris Real eyes realise a posteriori The crazy moment when you realise That you don't have any special capabilities Everyone who's out to get you is in the right I don't have to listen to your soliloquys I feel like the brother of the joker tonight
5.
Goner 03:16
Look out at the water, look back at you, same thing in my eyes Stranger on the street does not register me, such relief I find I despair If I am there Wish I was a goner I don't wanna use my inside voice when I'm talking about my invoice Staying on my brand is my best choice, staying off the gram limits my choice But it can be beneficial at times, need a job where I can get up at nine Getting sick of waking up at five, I just wanna look back on the times when I was a goner
6.
The band came to Jordan's to stay Met a lovely greyhound named Barry So benecifent he made us not want to go No We took him running in the park Sat with him by the fire when it got dark Me and Jordan talked so much about me coming to visit him again Then one day I looked on Facebook and saw he was gone What a good boy Goodbye Barry (BAO NGO) Barry was a dog I never knew How sad, it sounded like he was really cool
7.
Men make me nervous and I don't like that There's a wealth of information out there guarded by facts I'm so lovesick from someone just waving hello What's worse, I like being alone Hundreds of dollars a week go in my account Immediately most of those hundreds are taken out Why not just kick me in the shins, cause then At least there wouldn't be a facade My dexterity's waning My lava lamp glow's fading We don't know what anyone saying Oh no We should fucking expropriate wealth Melted by the sun Our revolutionary hearts, the only thing we've got Link up with my arm Make everyone aware how much crazy power they got
8.
Cut Up 03:38
I sing the light unto you The camera keeps you dark So what the hell do you do To present all this art I'm a patroniser The finest in the quarters As far as you can find her Is where I will record her I see the world get too used to miracles I see them come out in droves to see you call It's not in their interest to see you whole Your whole life is gonna be cut up
9.
Standing in your doorway Feel like I'm in Norway Play that trailer theme Don't know what you see in me Took my hand so easily Play that trailer theme You should be my best friend This shit is a dead end Play that trailer theme You know I'm within the speed limit of love forever (I'm not tall enough to ride)
10.
Horror 02:20
No one's ever come this close Close enough to take me out Assassin Fix the interaction in post For another occasion It still goes wrong They tell me I don't have to know Where's my love supposed to go? I look on in horror Everyone else around me lives inside the matrix, that's all I want I just wanna hold ya Where is the compensation when I can't get to the bank to cash from When I don't give a single fuck about nothing I don't want to see the world come to light Why do they expect me to be on my grind? There's so many people Oh my fucking god
11.
I was looking at the stormy night sky On a silver screen in a silent room There were hundreds of people together Internalising it all alone I was sitting on a bench outside the Wellington hospital With my friends from the band Roidz They were eating takeout food and I took a picture To remember it by but I lost it You can't tell me you know what's on my mind When I myself can barely comprehend enough to say That I miss my friend Reuben Winter How can I make us understand I'm trying to know that about me (CRYER) I miss you Is if enough to make you see if I use the words "I miss my friend?"
12.
Sonar 02:51
Look, I don't like to moralise for songs See, I just get the check and then go But now my mask is freakin slippin cause see the adhesive ain't grippin Yeah it has melted under the wave of passion, I've been so fuckin exasperated, I can't believe that I made it this far for this long And I don't wanna tell no one and I'm still not really confessing anything other than my state of indignation Cause thought I'm just about to see you I still need machines to feel through Sonar — Sonar Got four sharp erasers drag down the grid through memory I still think I'm gonna see him later and that's not even what's eating me All this is undefined, I'm just trying not to annoy the neighbours
13.
I'm sorry that I didn't know I was your one I thought that you were glitching out when you cried out when I made you cum Doesn't take a man to make a younger boy's decision Hold yourself still now, I am about to make incision I want to have your need And I want to have pictures of you at eye level when I'm in my seat Conducted so many tests I forgot to cross the line Within the speed limit of love forever I don't have any special capabilities Everyone who's out to get you is in the right I don't have to listen to your soliloquys I feel like the brother of the joker tonight
14.
I just wrote the song of the summer In the frigid wintertime walk outside like I'm a runner Turn 28, I pretend that I never felt younger It's all lies Take away my words and my thunder Just like bankruptcy was filed by the publisher Trying to get my points across with no underscore Hard as I try I was born in the hospital, diagnosed and lost it all Remember driving up to a beach front, picked the time up and dropped it all I'm not always gonna be on my A, if I was with people all day my mind would deteriorate Thinking bout what's on my serial plate before I can even drive To pick up my honey puff, yeah that's on cap I think that I'm running it up but really I'm just running the tap, got Koji sitting on my lap Got all these opportunities sitting on my lap and I just stand up No illusions that I am what I am, but I'm still fed up I just wrote the song of the summer In the frigid wintertime walk outside like I'm a runner Turn 28, I pretend that I never felt younger It's all lies Take away my words and my thunder Just like bankruptcy was filed by the publisher Trying to get my points across with no underscore Hard as I try (SKYMNING) Damn, where do I begin? Bankrupt Records stayed sharp ever since the day we met Freeman Don’t need man around to be comfortable, actually that’s impossible Ran up a postcode a season last year, God damn it bro, I almost dropped the ball Six years since summer in Tūrangi, that’s between you and me Kate Look at the food on my plate, there’ll never be beef if I never complain If there’s band practice just give me the date, driving for hours to be with my mates When I get home record it to tape, then I kick back and let Raiden say I just wrote the song of the summer In the frigid wintertime walk outside like I'm a runner Turn 28, I pretend that I never felt younger It's all lies Take away my words and my thunder Just like bankruptcy was filed by the publisher Trying to get my points across with no underscore Hard as I try (WELCOMER) Jack, if you need me here's my number, 0277(REDACTED) Play this song at my wedding, play it wherever the setting, whatever the setting (I was only 1x1x1)
15.
Manchurian candidate me tonight Preload me with promise See you on next tuesday, yes I mean night Indulge my what ifs I'll show you my new song Sounding like my old song Is it really diminishing returns or is it too much space inside my mind? I want you to prove me wrong All of my years in the service, I never pulled my toy You can take the boy out of MKUltra but you can't take MKUltra out the boy
16.
Enoch 02:40
If someone is peeking around the corner telling you that you don't own your life Maybe you can tell them for the right price you can be persuaded to do what is right Standing in your doorway I'm feeling like I am in Norway I don't know what you see in me You took my hand so very easily From the Northern Caucasus to the South Island Get me to the South Island!

about

mells is able to sidestep a lot of new artist pitfalls in this with refreshing and unusual levels of self-awareness. unlike the work of most emerging artists, there are no structural motifs in this that feel unearned or dishonest. at the same time, one wishes that mells would use this self-analytical ability to commit more strongly to an artistic identity. this album never feels like enough of anything: not emotional enough, not unemotional enough, too focused on craft, not well-crafted/sung enough, too self-centered, not self-centered enough. even a neo-antonionian drive to parse oneself as a postmodern artifact is only dialectically parseable through perspective. some compositional things in this are really interesting, and it's definitely still miles ahead of the quality of most contemporary music, but i get the sense that maybe mells has swapped out narratological dishonesty with faux-perspective-agnosticism as his particular emerging artist bane. it's the same game, just played one meta-level deeper.
—nocturnalduck

I can’t write about music and this album is a good example of why. Every little nanosecond of sound seems to me to have just about infinite value, and since you can’t talk about everything you can’t really talk about anything. But it’s there, it exists: messy, at times ugly, always beautiful. It’s got a great title and pulls from a big bag of musical tricks (this is my way of saying that I don’t know how the sounds were made or what instruments or equipment was used.) I’d sooner never type another word ever again than try to say what genre this is. Let’s just say that as a former guitar/drums-only guy who has become some sort of trap music obsessive, this hits the spot. All music is noise and all noise is music, and lots of shards of both here—my ear pockets feel full and satisfied. Fittingly for an album whose main single is called “Megatron,” the closest cinematic equivalent I can think of is Michael Bay’s Transformers films (and lest the comparison be taken wrongly it should be noted that I consider Bay a very earnest artist.) It’s simultaneously termitically SoundCloud scuzzy sounding and “this would go insanely hard in a packed stadium” thought-inducing. I like music that’s just aggressively what it is; this is that. The vocals are beautifully unprofessional sounding. It somehow feels like both a dead-serious personal exorcism and an elaborate joke on the entire history of music. It’s like any good album with good sounds and good melodies and good whatevers, but nastier, or scrappier, perhaps; it’s got a ragged edge to it that’s pleasurably and movingly handmade. And, though I appreciate all of its nanoseconds, there are two or three moments that are so cathartic they’d vaporize Aristotle in an instant if he was alive to hear them.
—Collin Brinkmann

credits

released December 13, 2022

Mosese Ah-Hi: production, drum programming, sampling and vocals on Brother Of The Joker

Charlie Cryer: vocals on Reuben Winter

River Dalli-Niven: rattly car on Goner

Asher Lee: production and vocals on S.O.T.S.

Sam Mannell: production and drum programming on Manchurian Candidate

Veronica Maughan: production and vocals on Megatron

Hector McLachlan: keyboards and synthesizers on Monoholy, The Life Of Oharu, Goner, Cut Up, Reuben Winter and Enoch

Jack Mells: vocals on all songs; guitars and bass on all songs except Goner and S.O.T.S.; drums on Monoholy, Say What I Mean, The Life Of Oharu, Barry's Song, Cut Up, Trailer Theme, Reuben Winter and Enoch; synthesizers on Say What I Mean, Goner and Trailer Theme; drum programming on Megatron, Goner, Men Make Me Nervous, Cut Up, Trailer Theme, Sonar, Brother Of The Joker, S.O.T.S. and Manchurian Candidate; sampling on Monoholy, Megatron, Goner, Reuben Winter, Sonar and Brother Of The Joker; deck of cards and water bottle on Horror; production and mastering on all songs

Bao Ngo: vocals on Barry's Song

Thomas Raethel: rack synthesizers on Reuben Winter

Miles Sutton: production, piano, synthesizer and sampling on Goner; production, guitar, keyboards and vocals on S.O.T.S.

Reuben Winter: voice on Reuben Winter and guiding force in my life

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