From a trench filled with sugar and super glue came Milagres, with its five cooperating hands. Milagres noticed the birds nesting above its stoop in Brooklyn and decided to deal with the potential consequences instead of removing the nest.
Songs were written over the course of years, some were etched magnetically into long shiny strands of plastic, or coded into virtual space. Others were lost forever. Some reached out to touch folks, others were medicinal and sticky - acquired tastes.
A lot of things happened to Milagres. They fell thousands of feet, they lost their senses, and they had to piece things back together numerous times. Along the way, they climbed mountains, rocks, trees and fire escapes to observe the places they were in. Eventually, they took what they learned and built a land bridge of somber and quiet beauty. It was an album called Seven Summits.
Milagres crossed the bridge they made, fell apart, and put themselves back together again. They moved into an elaborate zone of shinier, newer toys and bigger risks. A thousand planes flew overhead and dropped mysterious packages, hanging from colorful parachutes. Flowers, samplers and microbrews were everywhere. Milagres drank, ate, danced and went skinny-dipping before settling in to make something indescribable in a blue house next to a waterfall.
Eventually, a new album, Glowing Mouth took a glistening, dark shape. It was certainly the best thing they'd ever made and they were overcome with a desire to share their creation with the world they'd left behind in order to create it. Lost, Milagres collected their belongings, and forged out into the vast, mechanical wilderness, seeking other beings with which they could laugh, make noise and talk about robots.
In 2011, Milagres releases these new commitments to tape and travels deep into your heart via your iPhones, festivals and jukeboxes. Help them find their way in!
