by Foxtails

supported by
suhrim777 thumbnail
suhrim777 How far can emotions go before the turn bad? "III" shows how far they can go. Yes, this is a beauty full of emotions. Love, hate and depression combined in one musical experience. You have to love it. Favorite track: Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco (II).
Eli Henson
Eli Henson thumbnail
Eli Henson I can't get enough of this. It's such an emotional, diverse expression of emotion and musicianship. If you're remotely into this sort of music, this album can't disappoint. Favorite track: The Revenge of the Chicken From Outer Space.
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price


  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Foxtails - III hand dubbed on transparent silver foil cassette w/ outer jewel case sleeve

    Lyrics and artwork on glossy insert.

    Every tape comes with free Emocat pin.

    Includes unlimited streaming of III via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days

      $5 USD or more 




ECR 005
Foxtails - III

Connecticut's Foxtails present their most refined and polished release to date. This album consists of a mix of new unheard material and a handful of refined and reworked older songs from their days as a four piece.

The jazz and math influences are clear - The guitars range from twinkly tapping to the kind of chords that have numbers in their names. The bass is consistent, going from spidery walking lines in instrumental sections to pulsing runs accentuating the action. The drums are technical without being overbearing, and go from gentle to violent at the drop of a pin as the songs call for it.

Vocalist Megan's voice rises to the forefront; she ranges from a gentle croon to an impressive scream that when pushed (and it gets pushed) becomes a soul piercing shriek that will change your outlook on life.

The production on this album is excellent (Will Killingsworth, Dead Air Studios) and the gentle instrumental moments of the album retain the intimate live feeling as if the band were playing for you in an attic.

The lyrics are dark and personal and sometimes stand in contrast to the prettiness of some of the sections. A clearly intentional choice that serves to drive home the gravity of the topical matter of some of the songs.

We would be reluctant to outright compare them to other musicians, but after listening to this album several times our observations are: there were a few moments where instrumentally we were reminded of Saetia. Some of the quieter jazzy sections exude dusty feelings of nostalgia reminiscent of some forgotten Grizzly Bear b-side. Although their singing voices aren't the most similar, Megan's ability to strongly emote while singing made us think of Dolores O'Riordan of The Cranberries.


released March 2, 2017

foxtails is:
megan c - vocals, bass
jon b - guitar, vocals
mike l - the thing that is loud with sticks

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios.



all rights reserved


Emocat Records Vancouver, British Columbia

Label based out of Vancouver with a focus on but not limited to sad and/or aggressive music.

contact / help

Contact Emocat Records

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Princess Carolyn
flowers perched on the staircase
inside the manor one lone fly
multiplied by fears and doubts
just shy of screaming
infest just shy of leaving
flesh forever stinging
shivering, slithering
from the feeling of
their wings shattering on you

thousands of tiny legs
build a monstrosity
it eats you alive
it eats you alive

thousands of tiny legs
build a monstrosity
it eats you alive
Track Name: The Chicken From Outer Space
i've been raised to believe
that all creatures deceive
how have i gone this long

grab me by the throat
throw me to the floor
i will never
see the days again
i will never
be the same again

the gift of guilted reprieve
the lack of a sense of relief
how have i gone this long

voided and alone
inside the walls i roam
staying put for days
among the fog and haze
his speech is just the same
taking pride in numbered days

all these broken pieces that have
longed to dissipate
(inside a room the tiles spin the
bed is eaten by the basement)
all these broken pieces that have
longed to dissipate
(and the pipes fall to the ground
and i am alone)
inside a room the tiles spin
staying put for days
i will never
be the same again
Track Name: c.c.c.r.e.m.i.x.
i am just
a black hole
sucking up all the stars
in the sky
i will stay here against
my will and yours
weak lungs and racing hearts
can only drown
and what may lie at the bottom of
the sea
shall be my salvation

filled with doubts and distress
have frozen solid with fear
presence of a ghost, voice of a
mute i'd rather be left to
Track Name: Punishment Light
if i knew

avoidance, reluctance, amongst
other things
subtlety, hidden means, a
malicious smile
avoidance, reluctance, amongst
other things

the perception of dialogue
the stifling of idealization

in my eyes, i have found
a higher sense of self
what is the mind without these--
pathetic inventions?

a perception of dialogue
the subtlety of idolization

if i knew

if i knew
how abused

avoidance, reluctance, amongst
other things
subtlety, hidden means, a
malicious smile

the perception of dialogue
a stifling of idealization

the means to recollect
the memories time distorts
the memories time distorts--
have locked themselves in my

a perception of dialogue
the subtlety of idolization

pretentious, in essence
no means of apprehension
pretentious, in essence
no such thing as ascension
a senseless resentment
no sense of reprehension

such demonic structure
reminds me of my father
Track Name: zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y and z now i know my abc's next time won't u sing with me!
Track Name: The Revenge of the Chicken From Outer Space
in catharsis, i am
outspoken, lively, purpose-driven

overstating, with lack
of gesturing, inconceivable,

a resonant lie
volatile eyes
convoluted and shy
created to sympathize

the pressure to exist is
i am restraining

how it loves to see me
preconceive as each word
escapes a trifling throat
now dark eyes
i will find
the ties to myself and i
now will you know
when the time comes?
now will you learn
to lie when it's right?
dark eyes, will you know
to lie
it's right?

in retrospection
a need for dissection
altruistic pest, relentless mess
growing jaded with confession
you fucking hypocrite
Track Name: I Experienced Ego Death on an NDE Thread
away from the self
in these shorted lights
the equity blinds
to have dignity;
to have to remind;
myself every
fucking time
my body caves in
that it was pathetic to think
it could ever stand a chance
in the first place

now when i
fall through
i'll think
of you
and how you've convinced me
these weak strings could ever
keep me here
Track Name: Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco (II)
now the wind can tear me
to shreds
and my bones turn to dust
why should i keep standing
if i don't even have a spine?
and my bones turn to--

well i suppose that this is how it
honey you should know that i
don't let these things go
and to keep me here is to kill off
your air
and your lungs will be mine as
our tracheae entwine
thought you knew sometime ago
that this never was a joke
i tend to lack vision even amongst
the stars

why can't someone look in my
without tearing them apart?
slow regressions from now to
slow progressions from if to when

i am both terrified of everything i
am and everything i will never be

i'll stay up til sunlight screams for
me to go to fucking sleep
i guess you suit me well, you suit
me well, you suit me well

my condolences for never
forgetting your name
it's stitched in my brain so that i'll
always feel the pain

cascades of puke and blood
fell down the drain
wax and wane, wax and wane
along with past daydreams
of the sun's embrace wax and wane, wax and--

found naive to a certain extent
and i will never know why
i'm sick of clean skin and painless
why can't i just get what i deserve
and to keep me here is to kill off
your air
and your lungs will be mine
as our tracheae entwine

i'd slit my throat with a smile on
my face if it
meant i could ever get out
(and to feel them in my flesh was
a cutting awareness i wish i never
had learned)
at 2 am i woke up
drenched in sweat
to feel the moths taking up the air
(if only i could breathe here, if
only i could leave here)
it must be nice
not to know
how it
the inside

and i might as well just cry
and i cried
on your chest