Maximum R&D

by James Britt

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The debut album from James Britt. A counter-part to the same-named album from Neurogami.

A collection of songs that merges post-punk with minimalism with dance-noise with ambient.

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released November 16, 2016

Produced, arranged, composed, and performed by James Britt

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Track Name: Five-story Walk-up
Excerpts echo on the landing
Briefly tangle as they start to fade away

Behind the Medecos and deadbolts
Broken math informs the calculus at play

A secret carnival of shifting acts
The penny-fused ambitions on display

Lean back off the rooftop just to follow
Constellations for another age

Fall on to the Paris night-boat singing,
burning up until you hit the stage

As some improbable magician
Conjuring past yet another stunning cage


Defer the accidental,
Drive the water from the shore
Solitude of will deforms
Mind the circle of the blast
And incinerate the past

Discarded or collected
On discovery all vain
While passion still performs
To orchestrate the whole
Hearts humming with one soul

Embracing in the passing
All permission but a veil
We are dancing through the storms
Shadows on the dune
Throwing roses at the moon


Introspection as reveal
Or so we tell ourselves
We burn the map in place

Do we formulate the real
Or do we sell ourselves?
As fiction finds the space

But we invent ourselves again
Embrace the maximum
Uproot the lotus tree

Corrode sedition's last refrain
And want the maximum
We want the R & D

On step along the marble stairs
In all the promising
With every story found

When do we recreate the real
How do we sell ourselves?
A fiction found and bound

But we invent ourselves again
Embrace the maximum
And burn the lotus tree

Corrode sedition's last refrain
We want the maximum
It's all R & D
Track Name: Nameless
I tell myself that it's a dream.
I close my eyes and wander all that's been invented.
You've given everything a name.
You close your eyes to wonder, saturated faith to obligate
A shutter to prolong a failed reaction
Falling, falling.

What's seen is partial point of view
A luring fiction tricks the opening of shelter.
To press oneself against the real
Colliding past the friction that obscures what resists
Forming empty names that seem to just keep on calling, calling.

Tagging truth congeals to lie
Convinced by shallow shrapnel
reason bricks the soul
Rejecting what's before your eyes
You will stay nameless in the shame you lack forever hiding
Forming empty names that you will just keep on calling, calling.
Track Name: 40, West Past Thoreau
The rain prefers the rusted hills that we've left behind
Recurring sage marks time we're passing in sudden golden trails
Returning softly clouds confer with the patient fields
The light conceding to the road

What other days remain our own with such painted shape
Thoughts tired so familiar merge to our sure escape
It's now our turn to softly sing the lulling hum's refrain
A light preceding for our road
Track Name: TR3
Were we ghosts
When we scratched the walls
Did our noise remain
the contagion of rhythm

Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

A sudden ballet
On a brief palisade
in the black light of downtown
All shards are imagined

Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

Forging ghosts
When we scratched the walls
In the noise remains
the contagion of rhythm

White Street ballet
Corrodes black and white
Dance noise infraction
Inflamed our condition

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to the sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy

The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
Track Name: Washington Heights
Like tales of Cabrini woods
Fading flights of

Mind how the stories fold
Mere ambition shines behind the

Eyes always burning north
Or over past the bridge's lines

Far on, from these streets
Beyond the running and the

Routine of our noise
The fumes trapped in

Bags, Bennett underfoot
Needles mark the interrupted

Trail walked by the ghosts
Our alter-egos bruised while

The A train calls again
One last super-sonic run


Another late-night Pinehurst
Another canvas changed

Reach past the recent future
Small hopes, prearranged

Replay the evening shadows
Remake the morning star

We leave, to live
We are left with who we are


Marked arms, adverted look
Shielding from the show of

Charmed lives spinning past
Sheer revision lost behind the

Eyes always turning north
Beyond the drop of Overlook

Paths shown, as they bring
fortune in the waiting and the

Route shaped by our choice
Assumes that we

Find here underfoot
Spaces left to bridge the broken

Trails left by our ghosts
Our altered streets resume

The morning calls again
One last super-sonic run


Another late-night Pinehurst
Another canvas changed

Reach past the recent future
Small hopes, prearranged

Replay the evening shadows
Remake the morning star

We leave, to live
We are left with who we are


We bring with us what we think worth reclaiming

And put them with the things we still withhold

The dead will not be buried by renaming

But fate is just a story we've been told.
Track Name: How We Sleep
In the dream
The stride is ocean grace

In the dream
We are without a place

And never near that last ungrateful fading

In the dream
Past angels waiting low

Undelayed
For time we rarely know

The chorus narrates over hearts cascading

Heather fields
to teach the road to us

How we sleep
Renews the final trust

Forgetting how we lose the cost of fearing

Unrestrained untainted
How we sleep

The pleasures of our fortune
How we weep

To drop away all tangle
Exhale the thinning air

Across the hills
We fold up disbelief

Past the clouds compelled to
shattered grief

For all such moments now
We are what we allow