The symbol associated with the Heligoats looks to be some sort of Madison Avenue executive owl, with a maniacal smile like the curved hands of a clock, holding a fork and looking ready to dig into a Thanksgiving turkey and some stuffing. It’s nearly cannibalistic. The various aspects of the owl creature, seen all at once, are nightmare cookers. They encourage some cold sweats and restless tossing and turning that twist sheets taught, as if they were towels to be snapped in a locker room. This could be the beast that tramps around Heligoats chief operating officer Chris Otepka’s head when he closes his eyes, like a white rabbit. It might be the wild thing that he follows down a hole and through various corridors. … [Story Continues Below]

First song
Dark (Heligoats) [3.02MB] [966 downloads]


— unreleased
A jam.  That’s what it was during my time with Kara Eubanks and Dan Hanke.  Under all of it’s definitions. We jammed, I jammed, she jammed, he jammed, I jammed, we jammed. Then it jammed. Dark is about dark times. The night time usually. Band.
 
Second song
Rubber Stopper (Heligoats) [3.10MB] [904 downloads]


— unreleased
Hey Kristi, if you’re out there, I’d like to know if you remember how I jabbed my finger into your eye. Kara’s plucks are like a fine cooked goose. Dan’s funk is dead-locked on fun. Finally, I am happy. Chop around the clock. Born spring ’09. Born!

  Third song Movieguns (Heligoats) [2.48MB] [976 downloads]


– original version appears on The End of All-Purpose

This is a song from the new EP.  My apartment got burglarized two days ago.  They stole all of our cool stuff.  I left for work in the morning at 9 o’clock a.m.  My roommate’s stolen credit cards were used in the 11 o’clock hour.  Damn…  That means the burglar was in my apartment shortly after I left for work.  He left his big stupid hand prints on the windows.  I could tell by his house by the pool on his right palm that he was an idiot.  I made a joke that very same morning about being burglarized while at work.  His hands rifled through all of my clothes.  Yes, it looks like HE TOUCHED ALL OF MY UNDERWEAR!!!   I was restless the first two nights trying to sleep in my room.  The originals were too.  But I came to terms with it last night, and I’m cool..  and I can even laugh about it a little now.  There’s a stupid idiot running around jumping into windows and touching people’s underwear.  That guy sounds super dumb. And I’m not into what he does.  So forget about him. People choose weird paths. It’s all OK. The guy in “Movieguns” puts his hands in his pockets, and walks off set whistling. I BELIEVE! Kara and Dan helped me birth this song away from the EP version.  Throw an archeologist in there and I’ll pay for your Skywalk ticket.  $25, really?  I miss Kara.  I miss Dan.   We had a fun day in Rock Island.  Can’t wait to come back.  Can’t wait to come forth.

It could spout these absurdist truisms that are right, just off-kilter a bit. They could ring like the bleetings of an overzealous street preacher, who stinks like an early morning after a hellish night – like bourbon and himself and girls. They could strike a target and they could sail aimlessly past the markings. It’s what the owl executive gives you, so it’s not necessarily an accurate portrayal of what Otepka and his Heligoats project bring to life. The stories that surface on Otepka’s newest album – a six-song short player entitled The End of All-Purpose, are brawny in the very idea that nothing’s really turning out the way that it was drawn up when drawings and forecasts were being made – except for one character who’s turned out exactly the way that everyone always told him he would turn out, but that’s no picnic and not much better than the depressing thought of things unraveling so adversely. His is a fascinating take on a porn star’s suicide attempt, though there’s really not all that much porn and absolutely no suicide to be found within the song. It’s an in-depth exploration of the problematic troubles that seem to find their way into the act of love, the act of choosing who gets your love and who just gets to take it for a huge discount. The ideas that are kicked around have more to do with the kinds of love and wish fulfillment that go on in the ever-increasing promiscuity of modern times, the kind of tag-teaming that’s chalked up to sowing wild oats and getting it out of the system. It’s teeming with intriguing notions that are more than just words and more than just poetics needed to go along with some musical chords. Much of Otepka’s songwriting career, which included a lengthy, but cut-short stint as the band Troubled Hubble, he’s been praised for his writing and yet when he delivered it with the wry smile of his, the cleverness sometimes was seen as being a little too goofy. A song called “I Love My Canoe” could have been charged as part of the brotherhood that included the Barenaked Ladies’ “If I Had $1,000,000 Dollars” and “That Was A Crazy Game Of Poker” by O.A.R., with just a little more indie cred, but the majority of Otepka’s words feel as if they’ve been researched and confirmed. The words are precisely chosen and gently worked into the right sentence. The songs on The End of All-Purpose are his best and most thought out yet. He sings two incredible lines – for a song or a book – in that little song about the porn star, that could seed some lengthy ruminations and some deep stares. You’d never peg him as someone who might look at the car spindle in Berwyn, Ill., as a grand destination, a place for clearing a head – who might be able to find more beauty at a dirty flea market than the average person, concocting all kinds of anecdotes to accompany everything that every vendor is trying to get rid of. He sings, “Love’s just a question of who’s sucking blood and who’s bleeding,” and what can be seen here are two victims, both addicts. And then later in the song he sings, “I wouldn’t put my body through it if I knew that I couldn’t take it,” to quell the worries. We’re all big people and we choose how we’re going to turn out and that alone is an endless current that will keep Otepka writing.

Heligoats tour dates:
10.28.08   seattle, wa. — house show
10.29.08    portland, or — rererato
10.30.08    salem, or — the space
10.31.08     portland, or — The Tea Zone’s Camellia Lounge
11.01.08    boise, id — visual arts collective
11.02.08    salt lake city, ut — urban lounge
11.04.08    lake forest, ca — gypsy lounge
11.06.08     phoenix, az — trunk space GRAND AVENUE LIVE
11.08.08   lubbock, tx — bright house
11.09.08   amarillo, tx — the 806
11.10.08   dallas, tx — prophet bar
11.11.08   tulsa, ok — gypsy coffee
11.14.08  austin, tx — river revolution party!
11.15.08   wichita, ks — barleycorns
11.16.08   birmingham, al — cave 9
11.18.08   athens, ga — caledonia lounge
11.21.08  madison, wi —indie coffee

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