For all of you excited Lavaheads out there, we’re looking to release our newly recorded EP in the next month or so. That’s right, in case you haven’t heard, Molten Lava is doing original music. You got your first taste of this with “Girl With the Gamma Ray”. Now, we’ll be introducing “I Now Declare this a Disaster Area” and “Goodbye is a Numbers Game” during our live performances.

Several weeks ago we went to Nashville, TN to record these songs along with a new version of Gamma Ray you won’t want to miss. Thanks to Dave Wilson and Vibe 56 studios for their hard work and hospitality, by the way. We’re in the process of mixing and mastering all that noise so we can present to you in the best way possible. Here’s how it’s going to go down: we’ll be making “I Now Declare this a Disaster Area”, “Goodbye is a Numbers Game”, and “Girl with the Gamma Ray” available for download on iTunes and a number of other music sites by the end of May or mid June. We’ll also have some CD copies you can come get at the shows.

What you’ve got to do is go to iTunes or the other sites and download this three song EP. Why? Because it’s most likely the most important music ever created. You’ve also got to tell everyone you know to go download it. Why? Because it’s most likely the most important music ever created.

Here’s what one critic (who happens to be me) said about the songs:

     When I first listened to ”Goodbye is a Numbers Game”, I thought I was listening to the future…literally. Not the future of music or Molten Lava, but the future of mankind and life; and I thought it was coming from the future. I thought I bought an iPod that had been transported back through time by space aliens or super smart future people to Best Buy where through some stroke of luck, I picked it up. I almost turned it off thinking, “Doc Brown would not be pleased”, but I listened on anyway–the space-time continuum be damned. Yes, I would be willing to undo Existence just to listen to this song. It was like a hummingbird made out of diamonds suddenly took ill. Without the energy to carry the weight of his precious stones on his frail and hollow bones–his beauty now his curse– he was able to fly no more. The steady and rapid beating of his wings slowed to sporadic flutters–the nothing. The small bird burdened by his glistening rocks gave into gravity and  splashed down in a moonlit marsh.