Hey, hi. Thanks for coming.
Soā¦Ā hereās a thing.
We love making music āĀ we do. We also love playing it. We even love, sometimes, the surrounding malarkey: the 3-hour drives, the overnight flights, deciding how many t-shirts to print so they last through a long run of shows; racing all morning to come up with gags for an afternoon livestream, trying to make tweets that both announce a tour and arenāt boring as hell, trying to make Instagram stories that both push a pre-order and donāt seem desperate, trying to make TikToks that will force people to āduetā with us, whatever the fuck āduettingā is(?).
That junk can be kind of fun, because at least if you mess up, nobody goes to jail, nobody dies on the operating table. And ā you do it all for the music. To get these songs, which you believe in so deeply, out into the world.
Of course you know that āthe worldā isnāt going to hear your new songs, not even a particularly significant slice of it. But thousands. Hundreds of thousands, actually. And what kind of entitled prick do you have to be to wish that more than hundreds of thousands of your fellow human beings would listen to something you made?
And yeah, thatās part of the problem. You want more, but you feel like an asshole for wanting it. (How many people have less!) A common condition, we know, not exclusive to pop musiciansā¦Ā but giving yourself and your time over to a project that asks you to PUSH and CAJOLE and MARKET and SELL all the time if you want to get anywhere ā and repeatedly assures you that if you donāt, no one will ā is, well, somewhat shame-inducing. Not to mention exhausting.
We love Lobes. We love Huffy. Heck, we love āem all. And sure, every show hasnāt been šÆ, but most were in the high 90s, and we really probably are better today than we ever have been, and these last couple of months, touring the new record, have been hugely gratifying.
But, guysā¦ we canāt do it forever. At some point, somewhere down the line, we wonāt have 10 songs we love, but weāll put out an album anyway. At some point, maybe not too many years from now, we wonāt care what goes on the tour t-shirt, so weāll ask our management to print whatever they thing will sell. At some point ā this one could happen any day! ā weāll tell our social media team to stop asking us for photos and captions, and to just post whatever they want.
At some point, inevitably, weāll walk on stage, play the show, then pack up and go back to separate hotel rooms without having said two words to each other.
We donāt want to wait around for that to happen.
After many, many, literally dozens of hours spent discussing it over the last few months, and yes, dozens of beers, weāve decided that Lobes will be the last We Are Scientists album. Weāll finish out the touring thatās been planned for this year, including still unannounced runs this fall āĀ and we will love every minute of it āĀ and thenā¦Ā wellā¦ š¬š«£ guess thereās plenty of time to figure out what comes next.
This is not goodbye. Lobes is barely two months old, and this is gonna be a great year. But we wanted to let you know where our heads are at.
With love (and a touch of squalor),
Keith & Chris
Existential Thread
Please nošš, everyone has that ONE band, and you are mine.
This is because we voted Jesus Takes a Keytar Solo out in Round 1 of WAS March Madness, isn't it? We should have known there would be consequences.