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HELLMODE

by Jeff Rosenstock

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BL3ACK!TONYLP! 3 summers too early Favorite track: 3 SUMMERS.
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malcalor There's a sub-genre of indie pop/rock that I call "Apocalypse Therapy" in which the artist publicly unpacks their very personal misgivings about the state and direction of the world we all live in. Rosenstock maligns our current status-quo where: we are powerless to express our humanity, have our voices heard, and keep our needs met. Cathartic punk vocals and driving guitars serve as our attorney pleading our collective case to the Universe.

If we all scream together, will our voices be heard? Favorite track: LIKED U BETTER.
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its_rammy Quickly becoming one of my favourite albums. Yet another banger bananza coming from Jeff. Love it Favorite track: HEAD.
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1.
Will you still love me after I’ve fucked up? After I’ve shown I don’t deserve your trust and I’m not the person that you thought I was? Will you still love me after I’ve fucked up? What will you feel when you see my name pop up? I’ve grown and changed but can it ever be enough? ‘Cause growing and changing doesn’t change the stuff Will you still love me after I’ve fucked up? Would you transcend time and space so you can punch my stupid face and knock some sense into my head before I make a terrible mistake and make you rethink everything that you thought was good in me? “I’m better than the things I did!” Then why did I do them anyway? And does the weight I’ll carry from here on out even compare to the damage that I’ve caused? No! It does fucking not! So why should you care? Would it be easier for both of us if I just disappeared? ‘Cause I’m still here! Will you still love me once I’ve given up, drifted away and left the rest to rust? Burned out my brain and ground my bones to dust Took you for granted and you fell out of love Just like that
2.
HEAD 01:30
I am just an avatar of someone I’ve invented A messenger of certainties I’m trying to decode Fact and fiction both depicted as the truth for profit and all I have to understand is what I’m being told It’s difficult articulating any silver lining When the signal fires burning cast a fog over the sky I am screaming something that will later be deleted and bracing for a world no longer suitable for life ‘Cause there’s a bomb inside my head and I wish that I could disconnect the threads There’s a bomb inside my head and I wish that I could disconnect the threads Currently it’s obvious there are no fair elections, There is no constitution and there is no bill of rights and if you gather in the streets to demonstrate objections, They’ll beat you with a club and whisk you off into the night. Watching as they dilly dally putting out the fires. Kickin’ back and chillin’, throwin’ decades in the dump Wag your tail and giggle at the idiot who stumbles While he holds you captive for the speeding headlights coming on ‘Cause there’s a bomb inside my head and I wish that I could disconnect the threads There’s a bomb inside my head and i wish that i could disconnect the threads And I don’t wanna think about it anymore I don’t wanna think about it anymore And it feels okay But that doesn’t make it stop
3.
Creepin’ out the fog I start to sense that something’s wrong My heart is racing fast and beating out of time. Driving me insane, Why are you hardwired to my brain While I just skip along and tell myself I’m fine? I liked you better when you weren’t on my mind I liked you better when you weren’t on my mind Thought of you again and I don’t wanna tell my friends. Don’t wanna scare ‘em off and don’t wanna be judged But it’s so fuckin’ tiring being tired all the time With no indication that it’s ever gonna stop. It won’t let up. I liked you better when you weren’t on my mind I liked you better when you weren’t on my mind I don’t wanna concede that you’ll never leave Whether I like it or not I wish I was strong Can you just get the fuck out of here and let me get back to my day? Can you find another host on somethin’ and please be on your way? Thanks so much! TYSM!!! :-)
4.
DOUBT 04:28 video
Speak Even if it feels weird Even if it feels weird to be yourself Speak Even if it’s hard to Even if it hurts you Even if your brain begins to melt Slow motion breakdown Pantomime for help Scream It doesn’t matter anyway It doesn’t matter anyway so let it out Scream Louder than you need to Loud enough to cut through Louder than the noise that drowns you out Slow motion breakdown There’s no need to be scared Nobody knows it’s there When the day stops short and the sun goes down on you and you didn’t get done Anything you wanted to It’d be one thing if it’s once or twice But it’s every night your entire life The redundancy of your POV Infinite serotonin starving fever dream Slow motion kill screen Slow motion kill screen Slow motion kill screen There’s no need to be scared Nobody knows it’s there Kill all the doubt or the doubt is never gonna go away Kill all of the doubt or it’ll waste your day Kill all of the doubt or it’ll never go away I don’t know how to scrape the dog shit that’s stuck on The heart of the fuckin’ world! How to cut loose the doom that’s been screwed to The roof of your fuckin’ skull! How to make life the kind where you don’t die regretting what you haven’t done! You gotta chill out with the doubt the doubt the doubt You gotta chill out with the doubt the doubt the doubt You gotta chill out with the doubt the doubt the doubt You gotta cool it with the doubt Slow motion breakdown Slow motion breakdown Slow motion breakdown
5.
As we charge swiftly into darkness As the alternatives fall through Do you still dream about tomorrow? Does it look like the one you knew? Does it remind you of a future we won’t do? The garbage we’ve shaped into mountains Assistance with a twisted catch Do you still dream about tomorrow? Does it stare at you from the past? Does it just sit there like a flavor that didn’t last? The rain doesn’t fall by the end of the day And I’ll continue to have nothing to say Oh, the weight of the world makes me feel like The future is gone. It’s weird that we’ve become numb to it We’ve grown accustomed to the fear Do you still dream about tomorrows After the ones that brought us here Or are you just burnt out thinkin’ “damn, i gotta deal with this shit another fuckin’ year” The rain doesn’t fall by the end of the day And I’ll continue to have nothing to say Oh, the weight of the world makes me feel like The future is gone The present’s insane The future is dumb The past all mistakes And I don’t wanna battle ‘bout The triggers that they placed or where we Land on the minutiae of the infinite tragedy I’ll roll my eyes ‘cause I don’t give a flying fuck Whether I’m right of if I’m wrong The future is dumb So what if you die? So what if you don’t die? So what if bubbling haze rains ash from the sky ‘Cause the world doesn’t owe you? So what if you die? So what if you don’t die? So what if destiny lands and burns us alive ‘Cause the world doesn’t owe you? So what if you die? So what if you don’t die? So what if reservoirs have gone empty and dry ‘Cause the world doesn’t owe you? So what if you die? So what if you don’t die? So what if you realize that we ran out of time And the world doesn’t owe you? The world doesn’t owe you The world doesn’t owe you The world doesn’t owe you a thing.
6.
When you think of me Do you see something inside me that I could never see Some amount of miles away Daydreaming straight into the blaze? Aaron Carter in a Target screamin’ “Is it a mistake?” We watched the sunset dreamsmog Shit out the doom fog When this song comes on Put all your clothes on Count to ten and breathe Drink some water When your head starts spinnin’ I tried everything that was easy Oh, it’s hard soft living What’s it gonna take To guide the brush fires to eradicate Every single trace of these Scumfuck white supremacist shitlords? When this song comes on Burn a police car To just stay strong is hard When all you can think of Is how did we go so wrong? How did we go so wrong? How did we go so wrong? Don’t wanna hold out for the end of the world Don’t wanna hold out for the end of the world We watched the sunset dreamsmog Shit out the doom fog When this song comes on Turn all the lights on Because it’s done So clean up and try not to think of How did we go so wrong? How did we go so wrong?
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HEALMODE 03:22 video
I never thought I’d say it But it’s hard to hate the rain in California The air is cold and blurry As it presses the pine needles to your car Tumbleweeds roll through the parking lots of shopping malls and supermarkets Everyone is inside Watching movies on their TV’s Staying warm The street outside is flashing Underneath infrequent bursts of glaring headlights Moving like a glacier or careening like a drunkard towards the trees Flick my shitty lighter and pull smoke From the one-hitter on the doorstep Blow into the fog and listen to The paradiddles on the leaves When it’s gone the air will clear and we’ll have so much more to see The stores will be filled up with people Trying to buy their groceries For now i’m standing in the moonlight Wondering when will this all be over I’m wondering if it really doesn’t matter What I do or what I say I’m wondering if the neighborhood coyotes Found a good place to take cover And if it’s gonna be another fourteen months Before it really rains When it’s gone the air will clear And we’ll have so much more to see The construction will continue And the power tools will screech And cars will cram the street And that’s just fine with me ‘Cause I will stay will with you Not do a single thing all day with you And hunker down after the storm is through Perfect lazy days Where all you need is me And all I need is you Perfect chatty days Where all you need is me And all I need is you Perfect rainy days Where all you need is me And all I need is you Perfect lazy days Where all you need is me And all I need is you, you
8.
LIFE ADMIN 02:43
Little washer on the ground Why didn’t I pick you up Right when I found you With my annoying stupid fucking face? I’m losing my mind I gotta leave this place Might go to the desert ‘Cause I make enough to Fuck off to the desert If I want to I haven’t decided yet. Got a sweet new pedal and I don’t pay rent, cuz It’s been a weird day for me I don’t think it’s been a good day for you So I wanna make the rest of it Less devastating Trying to get boba But they keep me waiting, waiting I don’t wanna write a song About anything these days I throw them all away Like I can never do with All the stupid shit Gathering spider eggs In my bougie basement Now I’m living with the fear That anyone will find out how I live Having barbecues out on the deck Drinking ice cold beers Under a fire season sunset It’s been a weird day for me I don’t think it’s been a good day for you And I wanna cheer you up Without you feeling pressure Maybe listen a Slaughter Beach, Dog record It’s been a good day for me I think that it’s been a good day for you and I’m wondering if the pizza spot Is still worth hating Got burned last December And I’m still complaining Complaining, complaining, complaining
9.
When I can sense that jaws of hatred Have sunk in their fangs forevermore I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong When I can see that there’s just no talking to People deceived by fascists I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong And I wanna say I didn’t think that It would get so bad, so bad When I feel like that despite our efforts We’re ignored and unrepresented I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong And I really wish that I could say that I could see the end The end, the end But decisions get made By these pricks who benefit from disaster And it’s easy for you right now So you don’t think about after But what you gonna do when it’s gotta stop? Rise up in streets and got shot by cops? You can call me crazy, baby I wanna be wrong, so wrong I wake up every day and Something new is happening happening I wake up every day and Something bad is goin’ on goin’ on I wake up every day to This new dumb reality and I think How do I wake up When I just don’t wanna? ‘Cause I thought we could be better But I’m starting to give up You can call me crazy, baby I wanna be wrong, so wrong
10.
Awakened by a blaring notification The contents of which I have trouble remembering The constant chaos keeps a brain a-rattlin’ Tweaking yet somehow desensitized Watching the world burst into Flames for no reason Other than the fear that You were wrong about something Fuck building bridges Everybody start diggin’ A graveyard for the things that need to die Graveyard for the things that need to die Let it crash, let it fall It doesn’t do any good at all When someone causes pain And it’s ok to push them away To get unstuck and let the sun Pull the flowers out of the mud Someone gets a gun Doesn’t know why he shoots It doesn’t matter Once the flesh is torn It doesn’t make a difference If we all can say Exactly how it got to be this way Stop trying to explaining to me Why I’m supposed to be forgiving If you will not say you’re sorry FUCK ALL THESE PEOPLE
11.
3 SUMMERS 07:08
Don’t kid yourself Don’t tell yourself that you’re not evil ‘Cause they’re cheering you on Like you’ve never done wrong Don’t you pretend The world is treating us all equal When a person can starve as another one hops in a Lyft plus to JFK To Europe, expenses paid I know it’s not okay but I still participate How hard can you go? And for how long can you sustain it When the force that fights back doesn’t ever relax? It’s so relentless Oh, how long can you defend against a cheat code At a furious pace with a smile on your face ‘Til they pick you up off the floor With more effort than before? It’s the fate of not being bored You’re not with us anymore If I can’t keep myself from speaking loud Where am I gonna fit in the real world? If I can’t help myself from freaking out How am I gonna live? I want the warmest breeze to blow I want the banks and schools to close I want the universe to glow for you I danced and sang I held my friends For three whole summers And fell into their laps When the windows went black I needed love I needed warmth I needed pressure Sticking tight to my skin Squeezing out what’s within that At nights keeps me awake In crowds keeps me afraid Heaven is in the rain Dripping from the ceiling If I can’t keep myself From speaking loud Where am I gonna fit in the real world? If I can’t help myself From freaking out How am I gonna live? I want the warmest breeze to blow I want the banks and schools to close I want the universe to glow until it’s Too bright for our eyes Too much to keep inside Too smart to criticize Too dumb to rationalize Did you have a good time? Got hurt but feelin’ fine? Goofed up on bad wine Stay young until you die Stay young until you die Stay young until you die Stay young until you die I sat around and watched the wind For three whole summers An eternity lapsed As I swallowed attacks And just held them in I can’t be fixed So I’m just achin’ ‘Cause the longer I go Is the more that i know That I’m different than before And you can’t help me anymore

about

Jeff Rosenstock makes increasingly chaotic albums for an increasingly chaotic world. With each passing year, it feels like the temperature of the universe boils five degrees hotter, and with each new album, Rosenstock’s music grows more unwieldy and lawless. Louder, faster, more feral. Which brings us to 2023—a planet on fire, a mere 90 seconds to midnight on the doomsday clock, and the release of Rosenstock’s appropriately titled, anarchic record, HELLMODE.

“To me, the album feels like the chaos of being alive right now,” Rosenstock says of HELLMODE. “We’re experiencing all these things at the same time that trigger our senses, and emotions that make us feel terrible. We’re just feeling way too much all at once!” But for all its textured turmoil, there are also surprising glimpses of clarity and grace to be found in HELLMODE, when Rosenstock deliberately slows things down in places that are prettier and more delicate, rare moments of shelter in the storm. Which only makes it more rewarding when these moments unexpectedly unravel and spiral back into extreme, manic chaos, like abruptly being flung into a Nintendo game on level 99.

HELLMODE marks the fifth studio album the prolific Rosenstock has released in the last ten years under his own name, following the dissolution of his beloved cult projects Bomb the Music Industry! and The Arrogant Sons of Bitches. Also tucked into his rapidly expanding catalog is a live record, a ska reimagining of his 2020 album NO DREAM, and various dumps of stray songs and loose singles. And somewhere on the side, he has found time to score the Emmy-nominated animated series Craig of the Creek.

Rosenstock’s rising profile and critical acclaim over the last decade have been something of an anomaly. He’s a proud torchbearer of the punk sonics, aesthetics, and ethos of his youth, leaning into pop punk and ska sensibilities that were deemed Decidedly Uncool by the gatekeepers of the time. (On any given day at a big outdoor music festival, he is likely the only musician who will bust out a saxophone solo.) But when Rosenstock celebrates these styles, he somehow ends up getting praise from tastemakers and landing on prominent year-end lists. Maybe it’s because his appreciation doesn’t feel like cheap nostalgia or surface-level cosplay. Everything he does is just so damned sincere.

That success is something Rosenstock has been conflicted about, and fuels some of the anxiety that runs through HELLMODE. “It’s weird feeling success at the worst possible time, while the world falls apart,” he says. “These things I’ve been unintentionally working towards for the last two decades have come to fruition now, when everything is on fire.”

To record HELLMODE in the summer of 2022, Rosenstock once again enlisted his longtime studio collaborator, Jack Shirley, the Grammy-nominated master of heaviness who has recorded all of Rosenstock’s studio albums. But this time, they took a slightly more ambitious approach, booking time at the legendary EastWest Studios in Hollywood. They recorded to tape in Studio 2, the same hallowed ground where System of a Down recorded Toxicity, and where Whitney Houston laid down vocal tracks for The Bodyguard soundtrack. The newfound studio resources produced the biggest and most expansive Jeff Rosenstock record to date.

“I looked at it like: Well, we’re never gonna make a major label debut record. But I really like the sound of a lot of those records from the 90s—the Rob Cavallo stuff, the Jerry Finn stuff,” Rosenstock says. “So what would we do if we were in the studio trying to make that kind of record? It’s funny, I feel like in 2023, you can write an unabashedly poppy punk song and it’s probably not gonna be on the radio anyway, so it doesn’t feel like a sellout move. We felt free to make something that just kicks as much ass as possible.”

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released September 1, 2023

JOHN DEDOMENICI - BASS

KEVIN HIGUCHI - DRUMS, PERCUSSION

MIKE HUGUENOR - ELECTRIC GUITAR

DAN POTTHAST - ACOUSTIC GUITAR, WURLITZER, VOCALS

JEFF ROSENSTOCK - ACOUSTIC & ELECTRIC GUITARS, SAXOPHONES,

CLARINET, ORGAN, SYNTHESIZERS, PIANO, VOCALS


ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY CHRIS FARREN & LAURA STEVENSON

TROMBONE ON “WILL U STILL U” BY JEREMY HUNTER

VIBRAPHONE ON “HEALMODE” BY SKYLAR SUOREZ

TRASH CAN ON “LIFE ADMIN” BY CHRISTINE MACKIE


SONGS BY JEFF ROSENSTOCK ©+℗ 2023 PRINT YOUR OWN MONEY MUSIC (BMI)

RECORDED BY JACK SHIRLEY AT EAST WEST STUDIOS IN LOS ANGELES, CA

AND THE ATOMIC GARDEN IN EAST OAKLAND, CA

MIXED BY JACK & JEFF | MASTERED BY JACK


ENGINEERINGLY ASSISTED BY LOGAN TAYLOR

ADDITIONAL RECORDING BY JEFF, JEREMY & SKYLAR IN THEIR PLACES OF LIVING

PRE-PRODUCTION AT BALBOA STUDIOS IN LOS ANGELES, CA


INTERNATIONAL VOX & CLAP CO. CLASS OF 2022: GILBERT ARMENDARÍZ, LAUREN BRIEF

SIM CASTRO, LAURA HAMMOND, PUP & NEIL SHARMA


ILLUSTRATIONS BY DAVE ALEGRE

PHOTOS BY JEFF ROSENSTOCK & HIRO TANAKA

LAYOUT BY JEFF ROSENSTOCK


CHRISTINE MACKIE - TOUR LOGISTICS & OPERATIONS MANAGER

RICK JOHNSON - FRONT OF HOUSE ENGINEER

GREG HORBAL & CARLY GOLDBERG - US BOOKING

ED THOMPSON - UK & EUROPE BOOKING

PETE D’ANGELO @ FACET CUBED - PUBLISHING SHIT

GANDHAR SUVAR - LAW SHIT

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Hello. I'm Jeff Rosenstock. In 2007 I started a free/donation-based digital label called Quote Unquote Records. I also used to be in the band Bomb the Music Industry! and then that band stopped. Now I just do this stuff. Hope you like it!

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