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"Unusual Pittsburgh pop quartet whose music runs an insanely wide path, recalling everything from Blondie to the first White Noise album at various times. Quite a nice way to remake/remodel things by shifting them around right before our ears."
Byron Coley - The Wire Magazine (Issue 355, September 2013)

"“Songs” is a busy piece of hallucinogenic pop from one of the Steel City’s most underrated bands."
Patrick Bowman - Decoder Magazine

"Their free rolling approach is extremely difficult – in a positive way -to pin down."
Dominic Valvona - Monolith Cocktail

"What's better than waking up to an inbox filled with new music is when you actually like the music that's been sent."
The Reviewer - Room Of Reviews

"With the pressure to perform intensified by the success of 'Superpowerfragilis,' The Van Allen Belt has taken a new approach to making music."
Andrew Gretchko - Pittsburgh Post Gazette

"This group are one of the greatest living embodiments of musical endeavour on the planet."
Kevin Dunphy - MP3 Hugger

"You will feel good after listening to this."
humana - KFJC Radio


released May 31, 2013

All Songs written and produced by Benjamin K. Ferris and recorded by
The Van Allen Belt
Vocals: Tamar Kamin
Bass: Tom Altes
Mastering: Scott Taylor
Everything Else: B.K. Ferris
© 2013

Artwork by Joseph Loughborough



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Track Name: Humanist Hymn
Heaven I hear is a great place to dance
Don't lose your fear, keep up those chants
You could have a paradise
Or a planet of your own
Do you need it to be nice
The only rules you've ever known
And one more thing
I only do right because it feels good
Karma sounds nice, but can it make rice?
Nature keeps score, just ask the poor
To think we have our own accord
I never needed a reward
I don't have urges to attack
'Cause I want folks to like me back
And one more thing
I only do right because it feels good
Track Name: Taste
I have trouble with my taste
Seems that sense has been replaced
Nothing is more absurd to me
Than falling in love with currency
And out in the wild all the lions fight it out
I’m too busy having important things to talk about
Pay no attention to the pirates you can blame
Did you hear so-and-so is going with what’s-her-name?
There is nothing left to taste
Every flavor’s been erased
Taking a bath in luxury
Feeding this great catastrophe
Tracking lines on the old-time rewind
All these pieces have long been assigned
Track Name: Songs
I was given something by a something in the air Or a girl
with curly hair Who had been unaware That I was
learning how to fight the army of despair If life would
send me misery, I’d tell it is was wrong And then I’d
make it sing along Lost in some melody You could never
get to me I was so obsessed, you see I was my own
giving tree Spent the better part of my life writing tunes
in vain Sometimes to kill the pain Sometimes just to
explain The comedy that never ends inside my foolish
brain When I met you, you were just the perfectest of
all An angel in the sun as I recall It was you who had a
clue And the interest only grew So easy to talk to
you But I was still with you know who Grandeur of
delusions is the nature of the job Our world is in a huff Is
pleasure not enough? Like I was gonna liberate some
country with my stuff Or somehow I could kill the
sadness in somebody else If I could make a sound cast
spells I’m a shaman in disguise I will win the Nobel
Prize I’ll defuse bombs with my eyes And take down all
the oil guys What’s the good in all of that when it ain’t
next to you And in my Xanadu In the heights of 412 I’m
writing lovey-dovey crap instead of something new I
would like to be there when you have a funny thought I’ll
throw on the coffee pot Do you still take it black? Maybe
I could make a snack We can laugh at Nickelback And
grab a vinyl from the stack So, silly me, I thought that I
could win you with a song But songs don’t really
work Call me sometime If you dare I don’t care if you’re
sorry or something But in my mind And on my
bike You’re just the kind I can’t dislike How’s your new
life? How’s the job? I’ve been living in hungrier
places But even with that being said I feel the best times
are ahead You can see I’m trying And failure I’m
achieving The world’ll go on dying Your presence is
relieving Hard for me to say it I know I have an
issue But, baby, you’re the crazy If you don’t think I miss
you Can’t shake you from my thoughts Got a habit of
missing shots Does writing this make me a jerk? Cuz I
know songs don’t really work And if they did I’d
probably… Lie