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A Mouth May Grow is the first full length album from red steppes. Helmed by songwriter and photographer Nika Aila States, recorded and mixed to tape at Tiny Telephone in Northern California, the songs are built from organic and felt performances, drawing their aesthetic language from the bounded period of long days and evenings in the studio, from the generous imitations of analog tape. Driving the album's musical exploration is a deep respect for folk music, age-old melodic traditions, and for the experimental and irreverent.

The songs saunter through mapped points on the Western coast of the US, explore growth and decay, and interrogate narrative tropes surrounding love, gender, and industry. Nika's wider artistic practice as a visual artist can't help but find its way into her musical work: a yearning for a sense of place, the positioning of botany and landscape as teacher and translator, and the pregnant silence of uninhabited places.


a mouth may grow:
rampages eastward / bixby / i did not speak it
Rampages EastwardYou weren't much
just dust swirling in your car
smoke on my mother's porch
and your flippant heart

I don't know you
I did not count your grey hairs
I cannot say you'll die before you hit sixty five
though you're likely to

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes
but I'm not unredeemed

I envy them:
your hands, and the space they span
the attention that they demand
and do not seem to mind

But you curse and fold just as autumn is crawling in
Still, what rampages eastward, wet and slickly red
won't make you bold

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes
but I'm not unredeemed

I pace low lately, in this box with its windows barred
a big cat in a circus cart, sleepless nextdoor for the gallery

But do your neighbours know
about the crowding of aborted scales
the vanished signal in the static space of interstates
and your loud, loud voice?

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes
but I'm not unredeemed

red steppes — I Did Not Speak It

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