Bag of Waters (Re​-​mastered, w/ bonus tracks)

by Expwy

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With insatiable pop addiction, Expwy forge wondrous anomalies between classic riffery and a future primitive brimming with mutant fuzz and choralic melancholy. Bag of Waters enslaves with every sonic ritual, finding wikked balance between jangled nuance and blasted harmonies; without warning, it’ll radiate cultic catchiness to every stalwart remover within the spectral radius of your dual blaster. Its ambitious existence remains a beacon to the brilliant creative energies exploding within our tundradic paradise. Totally and unabashedly awesome.

-Aaron Levin (Weird Canada)

His fluid guitar playing continues to be a huge plus, providing these songs with worlds more gravity than a lesser musician would be able to conjure. It’s all shot through with a lo-fi, DIY attitude and big bag of strong hooks. As long as they continue to be this good, Expwy should just keep them coming.

-Pop Headwound

The dual-guitar groove of “I Lost a Million Narrow Steps…” recalls Bowie at his raunchiest. “Glinting Buckles…” is aiming at the 60′s by way of the 90′s pop jangling. I can’t imagine where “Pack Away Your Knives…” came from, but it sounds really cool. This album is energetic, unique, and eminently re-listenable. In the era of disposable music, those are great qualities for an album to have.

-Argue Job

Quirky fuzz pop, with some sixties references and tons of reverb and e-organ, but without water down and drench the whole mix. Tons of surprises and good vibrations from Canada.

-Dying for Bad Music

EXPWY released another free album on Bandcamp titled Bag of Waters. Like the previous it harnesses fuzzy lofi and raw sound. Bag of Waters is a leap from the previous Dance Maul and Dance Maul and not just in their long ass song titles. There’s something about it that sounds simple yet eclectic. The album brings nostalgia to days of jamming in garages and just making music.

-Ride The Tempo

Bag Of Waters is his newest LP and his finest in my opinion. He gets straight to the heart with it – letting the pop core of each song really stand in front, not letting it get muddled in the lo-fi haze. There’s all sorts of memories and connections brought out by LeGroulx’s songs – the Mamas and the Papas, Simon & Garfunkel…but for me…for some reason I hear the Dead Milkmen mixed in there. That’s the beauty right there. For all the nostalgia that his vibe brings up, there’s a whole host of quirky personality with it that brings it back to the future.

- Laurent Hrybyk (Pasta Primavera/Portals)

Originally released 12 April, 2012

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released 25 March 2014
Tracks 1-13, 16-18: Matt LeGroulx - All instruments and vocals.

Tracks 14 and 15: Ian Jarvis - guitar and vocals, Dan Nyborg - pedal steel guitar, Jeremy Lear - bass, Jahanzaib Mirza - drums, Matt LeGroulx - guitar and vocals.

Cover photos by Catherine Dumont

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Track Name: Deep and frozen mother nude
Saddle cozy
Fragile and she looks out for him
Tell yourself that in the cold room lays new england
Crowning holly
Pacing is a lamplighter sin
She is willing
Cherokee youth nourish jasmine

In the garden i looked to see roses crack
You'll agree that nourishment will likely make sense
Temper goodwill with a bloody uncouth regret
Thirty missiles
Track it down in mojave death

In between the walls you'll see
Something that appears to be
Wind chimes interval
A tree
And then give it back to me

A disheveled bear is shrewd
Deep and frozen mother nude
And it may be quick to cool
In a bathrobe made for two

Running bodies
Backward and a total eclipse
Fumbling neckbones
Pistols and is better equipped
Raise your scythe up and sing a song of lanterns lit
Running, killing
Lamb is on the table tonight
Track Name: Cargo: Headstones
Gray day, head down
Shadow luster
Slope rain, slope rain
Gray day, head down

Two dogs towsack
Slope rain, slope rain
Grey day, head down

If you have a gun
Coffee black wagon
Give it to the chief
Mountain pass relief

Icy tattered eyes
Kissed a decayed line
Through the dark patrols
Looking backward home

Cargo: headstones
Cedar needles
Portrait, bullet
Cargo: headstones

If you have a gun
Coffee black wagon
Give it to the chief
Mountain pass relief

Icy tattered eyes
Kissed a decayed line
Through the dark patrols
Looking backward home
Track Name: Glinting buckles harnessed the moonlight
I dreamed I was a talented shoeman
I'd sprung from a window ledge
Innocent I knew I was housebred
A bullet on a stump

I could not love her
I could not love her
That decorated door
I could not love her
I could not love her
With her arms around her knees

He listened to the sound of the smooth white
Edge, he pat his shirt
Glinting buckles harnessed the moonlight
The cabin torch-disturbed

I could not love her
I could not love her
That decorated door
I could not love her
I could not love her
With her arms around her knees

I could not inherit roads
While he spoke
On the mountain flatlands choked
And you blushed
Up a fiery bush instead
By the floor
Shelter of a bottle cap
And you groped
With your fumbling head up high
Rake the leaves
All alone a paradox
On shore leave
Talking scarlet shafts of sound
In the yard
Cigar smoke does billow up and out
Track Name: Foppish gallant and scarecrow thin
I design in my mind
Incredible repeating shapes
I accepted his calmness of line
I accepted the risk origin

The half bred subdued them
With the smell of a lonely sea
Desolation is always a wait
Desolation is always too late

Travel far
Travel wide
Travel long
Dance with lineage and blood
A fatal langorous angel
A glass of whiskey neat and trim
Steel-hard and backwater prim
Curious inching

Soap will delight you
Bucolic maiden of candle floss hair
I reached out to touch your chin
Foppish gallant and scarecrow thin

Belated, ammended
Shining nimbus of heavenly grace
It was now to us a symbol
Of houses, beast omnivores

Travel far
Travel wide
Travel long
Dance with lineage and blood
A fatal langorous angel
A glass of whiskey neat and trim
Steel-hard and backwater prim
Curious inching
Track Name: Reduced to vanity smiles
I situated your hair
Eight or ten quizzical stares
Eyes peeked out from a worn
Tattered shawl chamber border

Shut your mouth secede guile
Take your straw hats a mile
Strings are locked into strength
Wearing out a dull waist

She hated him for a while
Reduced to vanity smiles
Famine makes taut and thin
Horse traders pock marked and grim

Shut your mouth secede guile
Take your straw hats a mile
Strings are locked into strength
Wearing out a dull waist
Track Name: I lost a million narrow steps to a hard luck cockeye
I lost a million narrow steps
To a hard luck cockeye
Clotted blood and cigarettes
Uniform daydream suburb

The cathedral stout
Court martial stone
Willing cabdriver quarter
A dufflebag futurist
Gone to cloak up a madhouse

Shaking hands a railroad clock
Run up a steeple stair
Pressure hose cafe chief
Dusty wood nightclub there

He threw back his head
Looked a little too bright
Pale and scorched by equipment light
Clenched up a lung back
Blue pneumatic kite
Pugilist study

The cathedral stout
Court martial stone
Willing cabdriver quarter
A dufflebag futurist
Gone to cloak up a madhouse
Track Name: We will try to lamplight Brooklyn crescents
Have a drink and flourish
Bombs are hardly noticed
Then I tried Atlantic nationalists

Imbued with a thick drip
A much older conscript
I would try to take a vacation south

Will you give me my room
Ten books spitted belgians
We can harness the light
Breaths screen manhattan nights

Reading hunting reform
Mission work is deplored
We will try to lamp light brooklyn crescents

Will you give me my room
Ten books spitted belgians
We can harness the light
Breaths screen manhattan nights
Track Name: Smoked and crossed up a fist into arms
There was no snow
Cupid fleshed up and taking a pipe

Forearm, outside
Come back in and fill it with light

I was naked to the waist
Warm and lamp-glowed moons opaque

Ashes around it
Smoked and crossed up a fist into arms

Sit and look at my eyes
Architects will lie


Bright-haired, deciphered
Open a book and I'll teach you to drink

Dreamy river
Sullen demons are effigy cake

It was in the summertime
When you told me I was lying

Cave in to pressure
Lay the foundations of your life looted

Sit and look at my eyes
Architects will lie

Vapor horses
Estates father lust
Absorb hardship fire
Track Name: Pack away your knives and pack away your doves
Forget the cloudy tails
They died evading chance
Whisky from the jug
Pulled the chewing sights

The boys exhumed the rich
Without envy or regret
I was interested in tales
Accidents of luck


If you come into my house
I will bake you up some muffins
If you loved her madly wolfpack
Oxen snowplow mountain rangers

The caverns link to nowhere but
Now that god is sparrow hungry
Words of supine sleeping sunless
Reduced my understanding


Drink the twitching down
Choose a kinship blood
But pack away your knives
And pack away you doves

If the whores return
Divert the childhood nuns
Extenuation dares
You married supple flesh


If you come into my house
I will bake you up some muffins
If you loved her madly wolfpack
Oxen snowplow mountain rangers

The caverns link to nowhere but
Now that god is sparrow hungry
Words of supine sleeping sunless
Reduced my understanding
Track Name: Burst out crying from the jaw
Take an apple out to lunch
Morning scared and trembling texas country brunch
Take an orange off to spain
Put it on a train arrested crowded jail

Singing songs assaults police
Obstructing strikers telegrams a cluster peace
Sitting under broken trees

Thrust your head into the ground
Fashion plastic traffic cones
Burst out crying from the jaw

Singing songs assaults police
Obstructing strikers telegrams a cluster peace
Sitting under broken trees
Thinking "Why did I choose seas instead of quiet deserts?"
Track Name: While he laid unmoved she feminised his quill
She was almost large
Weening vanity
A castle-like tin home
An artist since age three

Hardship curbs the still
Expected winter lull
Firmly place the plate
Careening to defeat

I picked up the comb
And shook my hair measured
The rifle somehow clothed
The stockings in the hall

She took up on a stump
An oak tree whistled back
Her knees sprung up and out
A nervous rust blackjack

Come and take my hands
And lick my clutches clean
Ruthlessness prevails
A brick battle to gain

She finished leather arms
A smokehouse ten feet tall
Toss the clothes up high
A conscientious ghost

The spaniard will insist
The british spartan shell
A courthouse on the hill
A spectacle of nails

While he laid unmoved she feminised his quill
Unable to walk home
She killed the game herself

Come and take my hands
And lick my clutches clean
Ruthlessness prevails
A brick battle to gain

She finished leather arms
A smokehouse ten feet tall
Toss the clothes up high
A conscientious ghost
Track Name: Howling lungs lit up like campfires
You teased
Patterns
Longfaced revolution discharge

Ring rang
Low floor
Old hat whistles crack the door full

Something
Keyboard
Fumbling gold star little fear

Nodding
Noon time
Hostile eyes tie knots of spice dust

Climbing
Dark roof
Howling lungs lit up like campfires

Hot wine
Kiss me
Take away the baggage wood

Half dream cadence bed