Harper Green is a New York based artist with a haunting, sultry voice. With her first EP "Cannibals", Harper has created her own unique brand of indie-pop, tying subversive lyrics to ominous melodies and edgy production. Her songs leave you on edge, wanting more and with a foreboding sense of anticipation.

The Ritualists is NYC-based dark psychedelia. Fronted by lyricist and multi-instrumentalist, Christian Dryden, the group's fusion of classic glam rock, post punk and modern Brit-pop has raised more than a few eyebrows, earning them comparisons to legends such as David Bowie, Echo and The Bunnymen and The Verve, and the praise of Sex Pistols founder, Glen Matlock. The Ritualists' live show combines aspects of traditional rawk theatricality and classical surrealism. They have awed audiences up and down the east coast, from The Highline Ballroom, NYC to The Masquerade in Atlanta. They were recently one of only 25 other artists chosen to participate in the All About Music festival in Nashville, TN. They have played alongside notable artists such as Lady GaGa, The Fiery Furnaces, Earl Slick, and Love & Rockets. They have performed live for 107.7 WACC in Connecticut and 90.3FM WMSC Radio in Montclair, NJ. The Ritualists are also featured regularly on 107.1 FM, "The Peak" and 93.30 FM in Argentina.

Leland Sundries, a band from NYC led by Nick Loss-Eaton, is dedicated to storytelling in a way that recalls Woody Guthrie and his Folkways brethren. [Their] scrappy Americana will get you longing for empty two-lane highways and kudzu-encased back porches.” – New York Times “Not only does Brooklyn singer-songwriter Nick Loss-Eaton write richly detailed, sepia-toned tunes that layer America then and now atop one another like a ghostly palimpsest, he’s just as handy at knocking out Johnny Cash-worthy trifles like ‘Giving Up Redheads.’ His quartet has been spending a lot of quality road time lately, so expect them to be well-marinated for this homecoming gig.” – The Village Voice “Excellent.” – iTunes “Reminiscent of Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and Elvis Perkins.” – Baeble Music “Oddball storytelling with a lo-fi country sensibility” – Time Out New York “Leland Sundries singer/picker Nick Loss-Eaton’s the-Band-meets-Lou-Reed approach mates gnawing electric guitar and old-time acoustic six-string, banjo, and harmonica melodies with dry-witted, drawling, modern-day ennui.” – Boston Phoenix “[The] narratives of bus rides, trains and bars, windmills, roast beef sandwiches and Russian overcoats are penned with a novelist’s eye for detail and delivered in a wry New York baritone.” – No Depression “What Lou Reed would sound like if he was asked to front Tom Waits’ Mule Variations band… Highly recommended to fans of Leonard Cohen.” – My Old Kentucky Blog “One of the more striking debuts this annum… Let’s hear a full-length, soon.” – Blurt, 8 stars (out of 10) “The whole schmegie has that latter-day Waits/early morning Leonard Cohen vibe about it.” – Philadelphia City Pages Online “A wholly original outfit that just released one of the most exciting musical debuts of the year.” – PopDose Crackling garage rock meets literate indie rock in a sound marinated in the extremes of New York City on Music For Outcasts, the full-length debut and first UK/European release for Leland Sundries. It comes out February 5 2016 on L’Echiquier Records in conjunction with Décor Records, and places Leland Sundries in the context of bands that combine literacy with overdrive such as Silver Jews, Deer Tick, Jack Oblivian, Wooden Wand, The Hold Steady, Johnny Thunders, The Modern Lovers and Ezra Furman. Leland Sundries is the portmanteau under which frontman Nick Loss-Eaton and an ever-evolving roster of Brooklyn, NYC musicians produce the kind of careering, scrappy garage rock which has -via nascent EP releases- already earned the band nods from The New York Times and Timeout. Music For Outcasts itself was shaped by the fall out from two particularly pivotal events in Loss-Eaton’s life, the last few years of which have seen him not only recover from alcohol dependency, but go on to survive emergency open heart surgery. Fairly white-knuckle, stare-down-your-mortality fare for anyone, never mind someone barely out their twenties, and a live-it-out experience which bears its blackly humorous mark across Music For Outcasts. Ironically, the surgery itself presented Loss-Eaton with the opportunity for his first ‘holiday’ in over 4 years- a chance which took him (not entirely to his doctor’s ease) to the UK & Europe for several weeks, to begin work on what became Music For Outcasts. He says, “I hooked up with UK artist/producer Alexander Festival Hall to demo the songs in his tiny East London studio.” Studio recordings were then made in an unheated loft studio in Nick’s old neighbourhood of Greenpoint, in a former creamery building nestled next to a bridge between Brooklyn and Queens, much of it recorded on analogue tape. Around half of the tracks which comprise the record were written prior to Loss-Eaton’s recovery from alcoholism, rendering them – as Nick wryly noted during subsequent recording sessions – ‘time capsules back to a time of desperation’. For evidence of this pressure-cooker effect in microcosm, look no further than the surf-rock wash of ‘Greyhound From Reno’, which zeros in on the pill-hazed, midnight exodus of a shady character skipping town. Whilst the track lampoons its sleazy, washed up protagonist, Loss-Eaton delivers its underlying inference direct to the mirror, written as it was at the tail end of his addiction; ‘It’s impressionistic, non-linear, but that sense you can’t outrun yourself is palpable’. The track came eventually came together in aptly chaotic fashion during late-night recording takes; ‘We turned out all the lights in the studio and it got weird. I sang and screamed until I went hoarse, and it felt like an exorcism of panic’. Elsewhere on Music For Outcasts, Loss-Eaton turns the microscope on his own scars with a similarly unflinching candour. ‘Freckle Blues’ (written whilst New York was holed up during Hurricane Irene) equates the elapse of time since a relationship’s demise with his own date tally of sobriety, and ‘Maps of The West’ traces an ill-advised foray into dating whilst in the early stages of abstinence. ‘They recommend against this, and I soon saw why’ recalls Nick; ‘I fell hard for her. Should have known it wouldn’t work out when she took me to a bar. She drank whiskey. I drank seltzer.’ That said, the song nonetheless taps the fledging stability that his recovery brought to proceedings; ‘I found a measure of hope in being sober that wasn’t there in my life or my writing before’. And yet beyond the more personal scorched earth the record rakes over, there is a wider resonance within the world of misfits and missed connections that Music For Outcasts inhabits. Fittingly for one who snatches fragments of lyric ideas from overheard conversations & glimpses into the lives of others, the characters and vignettes which Loss-Eaton summons here are so vivid as to become almost tangible. ‘Stripper From Bensonhurst’ mines far beyond the attendant stereotypes to chart the push/pull between a grim domestic semblance of normality far more intolerable to this woman than her nocturnal ‘other life’, whilst the taut, Spoon-esque snap and swivel of ‘Radiator Sabotage’ paints a world of burnt-out glamour as palpable as any of Lou Reed’s succinct dispatches. Even the track titles themselves – ‘Studebaker’, ‘Wallace ID’ – function almost like projector slides, brief flashes of narrative which demand conjecture. Two studio EPs, a vinyl/digital 7” single, three music videos, and national US touring have already earned Leland Sundries praise from Pop Matters, New Yorker, Magnet, American Songwriter, Village Voice, Time Out NY, Baeble Music, No Depression, Blurt, and Boston Phoenix. The band has performed at Campout Fest (Joshua Tree, CA); taped a Daytrotter session; and shared stages with Spirit Family Reunion, Todd Snider, Marah, Eef Barzelay (leader of Clem Snide), Taylor Hollingsworth (of Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band) and Cracker.

When we left off the first Lost Leaders record was just released. This was in 2014 before the country went mad. That record did things for us. Our song “I’m Gonna Win” was on radio stations around the country and on several year-end top song lists. We played many an on-air concert singing into foam cylinders suspended on desk-lamp arms under florescent lights. It got us into some great publications like Relix, No Depression and The Huffington Post and on A-sides with John Chattman so we got our origin story down pat. And we’re sticking to it. Most importantly it got us in front of thousands of people including a sold out show at The Capitol Theatre. It consumed tires and gasoline and Spotify playlists. It also got us looking forward. And got us writing. Much about this new E.P. mirrors the creation of the previous release. We have a thing for barns that are like churches. Where the first record was recorded largely at Levon Helm’s barn which feels like a church, this set of songs was recorded in a barn built out of an actual church, taken apart and reassembled, cathedral ceiling, stained glass and all. Here in the Hudson Valley we holed up and worked on six new songs with a great crew of new players. Byron brought in some beautiful finger picked guitar songs with great harmonies and I brought in more cynical yet optimistic rockers. Some of the original contributors came back. Jared Samuel (G.O.A.S.T.T) contributed some synth weirdness on April Snow and Clark Gayton (E. Street Band horn section) gave us an awesome trombone choir on Gienevieve. This time around the songs are from a more immediate place. We didn’t have as much time to write them. So they are drawn more sharply. They are brighter, more concise and hit a little harder. Lost Leaders grew from a collaboration that has lasted through years of weirdness and magic. It has lasted through Byron’s time in Ollabelle and their time on Columbia records touring with Ryan Adams, Diana Krall and others. It lasted through my time in Lava Baby and our strange NYC power-pop journey with a record label whose president was convicted of money laundering. For all we know he is still in prison. It lasted through years of touring with bands and artists from all the dark corners. The partnership became Lost Leaders during Byron’s tenure in The Levon Helm Band and is now continuing through his time playing with The Lumineers on their current record and tour. Lost Leaders continues to stay off the boards and push its way onward. It continues to make much from little. But despite the self generating energy that propels us ever forward we’re calling this new E.P. “Heavy Lifting”. That’s just how it is.

Regarded by many as the original Williamsburg Band. Hey, somebody had to be. The Ton Ups still live and roam the streets of Williamsburg Brooklyn. The Ton Ups play driving garage rock.