Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #39 - Dead Confederate

Why I Decree it to Be So:

A couple years back I gave Athens, GA's Dead Confederate their own honorary day. After hearing their sophomore release, Sugar, that LET holiday still stands. Sugar feels distinctly different than the Spanish moss swampiness and shadowy haze of the most excellent debut Wrecking Ball, though it retains those dark complexities and the crushing heaviness that make Dead Confederate such an interesting rock band. Single "Run From the Gun" is a standout, with its deliberate sultry slowness and passionately calm and collected vocals. But my oh so favorite is the bad behavior ode of title track "Sugar," all come hither and full of that creeping, simmering slow burn that makes it a dynamite Dead Confederate song. And of course, that guitar is pretty epic, too. Who says second albums have to suck?

mp3: Run From The Gun (Dead Confederate from Sugar)

The Untitled Interview #55: Starring Bobby Bare Jr.

Some people just have It, musically-speaking. One such lucky music person is Bobby Bare Jr., who has the voice of legend and the songwriting skills of a poetical Everyman. I had the pleasure of seeing Bare Jr. live a few months back and was blown away by that voice and those songs and that feeling of inevitable artistry. To me, Bobby is one of those rare musicians who pretty much has to do what he's doing. The universe wouldn't have it any other way.

He's back on the road once again, engaging in a series of house parties in order to give fans a once-in-a-lifetime live experience. His DC house party tomorrow night is sold out, but if you're so inclined Iota has him on the schedule also for tomorrow, and there's always the Richmond house party on Wednesday. I'll tell you what, y'all should probably consider one or both of those. While you're mulling it over, here's some good words from the man himself. Glean all sorts of Bare-ian nuggets, including Bobby's thoughts on The Replacements, elves, and fast food. If that's not enough, check Bobby's site for even more esoterica. And seriously. Go see him live.

Les Enfants Terribles: How the hell are you?
Bobby Bare Jr.: Senselessly subdued.

LET: What was the last song you listened to?
BBJr.: Clem Snide – “Your Favorite Music”

LET: Playing music is:
BBJr.: Best when it’s easy – and it’s always easy.

LET: What album most made you realize you wanted to make music?
BBJr.: Let It Be by The Replacements.

LET: Beatles or Stones?
BBJr.: Beatles or Stones uh uh The Clash.

LET: Top 5 albums (of now, of this month, or of ever):
BBJr.: Let It Be - The Replacements
Hatful of Hollow - The Smiths
Reckoning - REM
At Dawn - My Morning Jacket
Easy Beat - Dr. Dog

LET: Favorite music-related movie?
BBJr.: Urgh! A Music War.

LET: Half-full or half-empty?
BBJr.: Half drunk - half naked.

LET: Which of your peers do you think is making the best music these days?
BBJr.: Andrew Bird.

LET: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning?
BBJr.: Why did an elf poo in my mouth?

LET: Little-known Bobby Bare Jr. fact?
BBJr.: I am horrified of elves.

LET: The greatest record store in the world is:
BBJr.: Grimeys in Nashville.

LET: Shaken or stirred?
BBJr.: Blended.

LET: Best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
BBJr.: Don't be afraid of the rock and roll music.

LET: How do you know when you've played a really great show?
BBJr.: When people try to criticize the show and don't care cause I know they are wrong.

LET: If you weren’t in a band you’d be:
BBJr.: In a healthy, loving, relationship.

LET: What do you find most comforting/most disconcerting about going out on tour?
BBJr.: Fast food and fast food.

LET: If you were so inclined, whom would you form a tribute band in honor of?
BBJr.: Pixies - I am in one called "Is she weird-is she white."

LET: Best song ever written?
BBJr.: "The Girl You Want" - Devo.

mp3: Sad Smile (Bobby Bare Jr. from A Storm, A Tree, My Mother's Head)

[photo by Hunter Armistead]

The Untitled Interview #54: Starring Brad Oberhofer (Oberhofer)

A wise woman said to me lately that 2011 is going to be the Year of Oberhofer (take that, bunny rabbits). I've gotta be honest, I’m not so sure I’d disagree with her. Something about that excited, intoxicating mish mash of jumbled lo-fi poppery and jagged guitar bits and bobs and of course, that dynamite voice, makes me think I might kinda love the monster that Brad Oberhofer has created under the moniker Oberhofer. I’m particularly in serious thrall with the sassy bittersweetness of “Awy Frm U” and the whistle-while-you-shake-it chilliness of “I Could Go.”

Currently touring with Tapes 'n Tapes, Mr. Oberhofer took a minute to fill in the blanks. See his opinions on anything from The Shangri-Las to Montreal to cold feet. And hey, DC kids, I do hope I’ll see you tomorrow night, when Oberhofer brings the liveness to our very own Rock & Roll Hotel.

Les Enfants Terribles: How the hell are you?
Brad Oberhofer: I'm great! Hungry, cold, and on the way to Montreal. I love Montreal.

LET: What was the last song you listened to?
BO: "The Leader of the Pack" by The Shangri-las.

LET: Beatles or Stones?
BO: Haven't listened to enough of either to know for certain, but I'm leaning toward the Beatles.

LET: Top 5 albums (of now, of this month, or of ever):
BO: Right now:

Okay- High Road
Arcade Fire- Funeral
The Nightgowns- Sing Something
Hella- Hold Your Horse Is
The Strokes- Is This It

LET: Favorite music-related movie?
BO: Amadeus.

LET: Half-full or half-empty?
BO: Half-full.

LET: Which of your peers do you think is making the best music these days?
BO: My friend Paul in Vacation.

LET: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning?
BO: This morning it was, "Why didn't anybody wake me up?"

LET: Little-known Oberhofer fact?
BO: My feet are cold.

LET: The greatest record store in the world is:
BO: Jerry's in Pittsburgh.

LET: Shaken or stirred?
BO: Stirred. I think.

LET: Best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
BO: "Nothing will ever be more perfect than it is right now."

LET: If you weren’t a musician you’d be:
BO: In a beautiful, tree-coated, warm place.

LET: If you were so inclined, whom would you form a tribute band in honor of?
BO: I'd never do that.

LET: Best song ever written?
BO: No such thing!

mp3: Should Have Taken Acid with You (Neon Indian Cover) (Oberhofer - buy stuff!)

Singles Club: Beach Fossils

Y'all know I kinda majorly love me some Beach Fossils. But really, what's not to love? Keep an eye on my Top 70, because they're a-comin, believe you me. Not a band to contentedly rest on their laurels, Beach Fossils is prepping for the release of their latest and greatest EP, What A Pleasure, out February 22 on Captured Tracks.

From the new EP, "Calyer" has all the hallmarks of a sublime Beach Fossils song - from the effervescent jangle of the guitar to the lo-fi feel of the whole dang thing to the slightly monotone vocals. It's all there, and has me plenty excited for this here EP. What a pleasure, indeed.

mp3: Calyer (Beach Fossils from the forthcoming What A Pleasure EP)

Live Review: The Moondoggies @ Iota, 1/28/2011

I was way, way beyond excited to see The Moondoggies live. Ridiculously so. The Seattle swamp folksters had made a real big impression on me with latest record Tidelands, and I just could not wait to see the songs done live and proper. It wasn't a question of would it be a good show, but how good a show is this gonna be? And my little lords and ladies, it was one hell of a show.

I'm not sure I was prepared for how good this band was gonna be. From the beginning, they were stunning. At times they were full of gentle twang, a subtle whisper of a time long gone but still remembered. At others, they were letting those instruments of theirs to careen all over the place, kicking up storms and creating some serious noise. Every note was so very rich, so very in tune, and so very hard to resist. When the band played "What Took So Long," a current earworm of mine, I just about got chills. The harmonies, o the harmonies.

It wasn't long before I began to realize who The Moondoggies were really reminding me of: The Band. Something to do with the fullness of the sound, the tone of Kevin Murphy's voice in person, and the presence of some serious keys. Very, very Band-esque. At times I felt Creedence creeping in, lending their influence in the hue of some swampy, molasses-thickness on the guitar hither and yon. I think The Moondoggies are kindred musical spirits with the classics for sure. They've got old souls, not to mention an appreciation for good showmanship. I like to think The Band would be proud.

Much to the chagrin of the way sold out crowd, the show eventually came to an end. Thankfully, though, not before the band unleashed a breathtaking version of "Night & Day," the pretty softness of the opening section of the song so gentle and sweet, and the chaotic feverish craze that followed was undeniably awesome. What a show, my friends. What a show. Go get yourself in the path of this band, because ye shall not be disappointed. Scout's honor. In case you wanna try before you buy, head over to the official Moondoggies site, where they so graciously have some live sets you can get your mitts on for free.

mp3: What Took So Long (The Moondoggies from Tidelands)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #40 - Secret Cities

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Right away, Pink Graffiti is like one of those dreams that you don’t want to wake up from. It’s beautifully stunning and stunningly beautiful. Its’ scope is enormous, hugely expansive and layered with a delectable coating of rolling, wondrous sounds. As sweet and fluffy as fairground cotton candy, yet not without quite a kick, Pink Graffiti is the sonic equivalent of having your cake and eating it, too. “Pink City”, the dreamy, pretty little opener, is soft and full, and totally mesmerizing. “We had a lot to say/but it would take all day” goes the song, as it undulates along a placid, shimmering path. For all intents and purposes, it’s one of those rare songs that manages to encapsulate the feel of the song in a song title. It’s a song to tiptoe through tulips to. “Boyfriends” immediately follows, paying homage to Brian Wilson both lyrically and sonically (don’t tell me you don’t hear the Beach Boy undercurrent). A bit more substantial, from a guitar angle, than the song before it, “Boyfriends” is every bit as wonderful. You heard it here, friends. Secret Cities made one hell of a record, and I just love it to bits and pieces. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Pink Graffiti pt. 1 (Secret Cities from Pink Graffiti)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #41 - AM

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Listening to AM's exquisite record Future Sons & Daughters, I kept envisioning a spectacular Southern California sunset, sky glowing blue and peach, the air golden and soft. There's an air of slight desolation to this album, perhaps a little akin to a mid-century California motel, lonely and worn by the side of some sunbaked road in the middle of lord knows where, ghosts of reveling guests of years past lingering. It's a little sad, but a whole lot beautiful. The cover, too, is pretty bang on, because there's a lot of retro lushness on this record, conjuring up faded glamor all over the place. Oh, and it also looks like a Sergio Mendes record cover. Which, thinking about it, really might have been the goal all along.

mp3: Self Preservation (AM from Future Sons & Daughters)

Singles Club: Locksley

Word on the street is that there's a little football game going on in wintry Dallas in a matter of hours. I haven't paid all that much attention, since none of the teams I kinda like made it to the Super Bowl, but figured I can throw my two cents out all the same. Truth is, I like neither Pittsburgh nor Green Bay, however, I dislike Pittsburgh more. So, for today anyway, I'm a (temporary) cheesehead. It's not so bad, really. I like cheese. And my best friend from college lives in Wisconsin. And there's a former Alabama guy on the roster...

Digressions aside, in honor of my brief stint as a Packers supporter, I thought it was the perfect time to post this here song from Locksley. The Wisconsin natives penned a totally adorable little poppy gem called "Oh, Wisconsin!" and it's too cute not to post. Plus, if you make a donation when you download, the money will go to one of several Wisconsin-based charities. I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty cool. So go on. Do good whilst you rock out (wearing your cheese proudly on your head). Go Pack.

mp3: Oh, Wisconsin! (Locksley from Oh, Wisconsin!)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #42 - Neverever

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Take two hot Scots with a penchant for retro, uproot them from the gray of Glasgow and move them to the sun and surf of Los Angeles, and what have you got? I’ll tell you what. You get the absolutely adorable Neverever, and their feisty little debut record Angelic Swells. Neverever is Jihae and Wallace Meek, a couple of musically-seasoned performers who now call each other bandmates as well as their better halves. Angelic Swells is outta sight, daddy-o, and you should absolutely definitely positively own it. Moving through Angelic Swells, several things become clear. First, and most obvious, is that this is one heck of a record. I can’t fault a single song on it. Next, Scottish kids really know how to make music. Especially if they’re from Glasgow. And finally, moving to LA seems to be just what the doctor ordered. Hey, it worked for Mr. and Mrs. Meek. They added the best of both cities, the influence of great Glaswegian bands of yore with the chirpy pop sounds of the sun-drenched SoCal landscape and wrapped the strains of the 60s, 70s, and 80s around it all to create their sublime sound. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Young and Dumb (Neverever from Angelic Swells)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #43 - Wild Nothing

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Those Texans among you will probably bristle quite a bit when I say this, but I'm about to hijack one of your little slogans. From henceforth, it's gonna be Don't Mess with Virginia, y'all. Another one of the rather exciting crop of Old Dominion bands (well, ok, Jack Tatum in this case) to get VA on the map is Wild Nothing. This record, Gemini (and no, I don't just love it because it's named for my sign), harnesses a twee, sugary sweetness of shimmering synth pop and blends it seamlessly with shades of Smiths-ian melancholia and wistfulness. The candy sweet songs come off like that furious first flush of summer, breathless and exciting and miles beyond infectious. Quite a delicious little record indeed.

mp3: Chinatown (Wild Nothing from Gemini)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #44 - Woods

Why I Decree it to Be So:

It might sound a little wacky, dearhearts, but to me, At Echo Lake sounds just like it could only have been made by a band called Woods. You see, Woods make an utterly charming genus of rustic rock, heavy with the aroma of cabin fires, crisp lakeside nights, and the pleasant, pungent earth. It's a record that's instantly dynamic yet somehow tranquil. And Jeremy Earl's voice will take you down all sorts of haunting paths untravelled. I like to think of Woods as making a kind of backwoods boogie for the city dwelling set. Whatever you wanna call it, At Echo Lake is evocative and fresh, but with a sense of cozy familiarity. It's an absolute gem.

mp3: Blood Dries Darker (Woods from At Echo Lake)

It's Covered: Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women OR A Terrible Time for Birthdays

I'm keeping this one fairly short and sweet, as cakes and gifts await, children.

February 3-5 marks three birthdays in the Terrible household--my father's, my brother's and mine. You may recall a tribute i made to my bro, Cornbread, last year (he currently lives in Texas; they give each other those kinds of nicknames; don't look at me).

Well, this year, i'm doing one for the three of us. As we grew up, it was not uncommon for someone to bust out a guitar aty whatever family gathering and start a sing-a-long. Was booze often involved, too? Couldn't tell you, as i was just knee high to a grasshopper back then, but i think the fact that our favorite and preferred song was "Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women" kind of speaks for itself, no?

And with that, kids, It's Covered.

mp3: Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women (Jim Croce from The 50th Anniversary Collectoin)

mp3: Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women (Sons of the Pioneers from Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women/My Best to You)

mp3: Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women (Paul Curerri and Devon Sproule from Duets 2)

mp3: Cigareets and Whiskey (Session Americana from Table Top People Vol. 2)

Feel free to start a thread wishing me many happy returns of the day or, better yet, send drugs and nude pictures of your ex's. It's all about the giving, right?

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #45 - Light Pollution

Why I Decree it to Be So:

As rich and substantial as a pint of Guinness, and as lovely and refreshing as an unexpectedly cool day in the middle of a DC summer, Apparitions is filled with majestic soundscapes. Light Pollution reminds me a lot of bands like Dirty On Purpose and Film School, gritty yet beautiful, with cascading walls of ever-changing noise that reverberate long after the song has ended. There’s a blend of electronic elements with more traditional song structures, and the resulting combustion is of paramount enjoyment. The noteworthy “Bad Vibes”, for instance, plays up nuanced bleepery with a big guitar sound, and slight vocal distortion, creating a masterful twist of noise that builds and builds as the song powers along. Simply blistering. Chicago might be known for being the land of baseball curses, crooked politicians and deep dish pizza, but it’s also home to an increasing number of quality new bands, such as the divine Light Pollution. All that’s left to say, really, is that you need to own this record. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Oh, Ivory! (Light Pollution from Apparitions)

That's AAAArt Right There, Son, by Mike Doughty

In the interest of full disclosure, i've got a thing for Mike Doughty. Could be that i was an avid member of The Only Answer (and a few other iterations), his on-line fan community. Sure, we seldom actually talked about The Mikeanator, all things being equal, but it was our love of his music that brought us together in the first place, i'd wager.

Have you checked out Soul Coughing (particularly Ruby Vroom)? What about Smofe + Smang or any of his other early solo stuff? Back before signing to Dave Matthews' label, Doughty was one of the leading jazz beat poets out there, as far as i'm concerned. Then he apparently opted to try to go mainstream, but we don't need to get into that right here.

As luck would have it, MD just did a performance piece with Carolin Pook and her Pookestra. For the following performance, that means Mike laying down rhymes that would make Ginsberg jealous, two violins, two upright basses and a trumpet. The end result is more artsy than straight musical (or AAAArt, as Doughty calls it), so strap yourself in for the nearly 20 minute ride. Where else can you go to hear someone use the phrase "seelenausfallgeschichte?" This is beat music of an ENTIRELY different nature, kids, but it's no less digable.

mp3: Excerpts from the Seelenausfallgeschichte of Dodge Cuddly, Jr. (Mike Doughty and the Pookestra from Dubious Luxury Website)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #46 - Hopewell

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Lucky is the band that makes a live record good enough to release to the masses. Hopewell, dear friends, is a lucky band indeed. Oh, and they also happen to have killed it every single time I've had the pleasure of seeing them live. Hopewell Live (Volume 1) is the next best thing to being there at a Hopewell gig - with the added bonus of having their colossal, swirling mass of volcanically intense and powerful sonic expeditions at your beck and call whenever the mood strikes. They're a longtime favorite here at LET, and this record only cements their status as such even further. Encore, indeed.

mp3: Preamble (Pt II) (Hopewell from Hopewell Live Volume 1)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #47 - The New Pornographers

Why I Decree it to Be So:

It’s a party on this here record, eh? With a sound that sounds a lot less country-rock than I expected, Together is a nothing short of a big ole beautiful beast of a rock record. The songs are luxuriously expansive, filled to the brim with epic sounds, though mercifully stopping short of over-the-top bombast. And naturally, I’m inclined to love any record that features the incomparable vocal talents of Miss Neko Case. But I suspect I’d love Together even without Neko’s vocal perfection. From the fabulous fragmentation of the instrumentation on opener “Moves”, I knew I was in for a treat. It, and a vast majority of the album, has this fabulous, broad sound. To me it sounds like bits and pieces of the wonderful noises made by bands like T. Rex, Roxy Music, and Slade, though missing some of that excessive decadence. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Silver Jenny Dollar (The New Pornographers from Together)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #48 - Stornoway

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Listening to this here record by Stornoway, it's as though you can almost feel the beautiful briskness of salty sea mist kissing your cheeks and feel the cold sand squish between your toes. Supposedly influenced by the water and life on the shore, the vibe of Beachcomber's Windowsill is modern traditional English seafaring folk. Hipster sea shanties? Not quite. But one thing that is for sure is the fact that there's a whole lot to love about this album, and something about it just makes me smile. It's the perfect accompaniment to daydreaming.

mp3: Fuel Up (Stornoway from Beachcomber's Windowsill)

The Untitled Interview #53: Starring Daniel Pujol

There’s a certain I don’t know what about Daniel Pujol. Perhaps it’s that hint of devil may care that courses through those catchy songs of his. Perhaps it’s something about having grown up in a haunted house. Perhaps it’s the inescapable pull he has musically. Don’t believe me? Just ask Jack White. I had the immense pleasure of seeing Daniel and his PUJOL cohorts a few months back on their tour with fellow Nashville residents and sonic ass-whuppers, and I tell you what, boys and girls, that was one mighty fine, melt-in-your-mouth, blow the house down rock & roll set.

We in the DC metro are lucky enough to have a repeat PUJOL-ian performance. Make dang sure you’re at Comet Ping Pong Friday night, my friends, because this profound pairing of PUJOL and Monotonix should assuredly not be missed. Prepare to peel yourself off the ceiling. But first, check out what Daniel had to say about Mozart, animals, and Peter Gabriel.

Les Enfants Terribles: How the hell are you?
Daniel Pujol: Pretty good!

LET: What was the last song you listened to?
DP: “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel!

LET: Playing music is:
DP: Like holding your breathe through a tunnel just to make a wish.

LET: What album most made you realize you wanted to make music?
DP: All of Mozart’s B-Sides.

LET: Beatles or Stones?
DP: Man, that’s like Ying or Yang, McDonald’s or Burger King, you need the other one to keep the initial one spry and strong.

LET: Top 5 albums (of now, of this month, or of ever):
DP: Lou Reed: Street Hassle, David Bowie: Lodger, The Beatles Collection (all the albums in a album box, HAH!), Iggy Pop: Lust for Life, Rolling Stones: Exile on Main Street.

LET: Favorite music-related movie?
DP: “A Charlie Brown Christmas.”

LET: Half-full or half-empty?
DP: Half-there.

LET: Which of your peers do you think is making the best music these days?
DP: Wez Traylor of Natural Child.

LET: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up in the morning?
DP: Dear Gawd, please protect me from my million emails, and give me the patience to humor the cat’s conscious effort to convince me that he “made” me feed him.

LET: Little-known Pujolian fact?
DP: I LOVE animals.

LET: The greatest record store in the world is:
DP: Nashville’s Dead’s webstore!

LET: Shaken or stirred?
DP: Black, no sugar.

LET: Best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
DP: “You can have something NOW, or you can wait, and have what you want.” ~Dad
LET: If you weren’t in a band you’d be:
DP: Adjunct teaching at a community college or doing Teach America in a rural high school.

LET: Favorite thing about Nashville?
DP: The music scene.

LET: What do you find most comforting/most disconcerting about going out on tour?
DP: I miss my loved ones, but Adam and I make sure to sit around at coffee shops and mope about how much we miss our Scully’s. Adam Tanaka is the most comforting thing about touring.

LET: If you were so inclined, whom would you form a tribute band in honor of?
DP: MEEMAW.

LET: Best song ever written?
DP: “Sexual Reality” by WIZARDZ, off the album Cyber Sex Offender.

mp3: Too Safe (PUJOL from Black Rabbit)

TV on the Radio on Other People's Tracks

Jonesing for a bit more TVotR these days? Still fiending since Dear Science,? Well, fortunately for you, i've stumbled across a couple of tracks from the boys in the band to get your fix whilst we all wait anxiously for their next proper release.

You've heard me wax rhapsodic about Beans before, and with a guest list that includes Tobacco and Nobody, his End It All promises to be one of the better jams of the year. And for the purposes of this discussion, guest vocals by Tunde Adebimpe make this track a beast.

mp3: Mellow You Out (ft. Tunde Adebimpe) (Beans from End It All)

You know i would have posted anything by my favorite Swede, but the fact that Dave Sitek decided to do the remix meant i had a theme for today's post. Which is almost as nice as the track itself.

mp3: I Follow Rivers (Dave Sitek Remix) (Lykke Li from Sound Cloud)

Megan's Top 70 of 2010: #49 - Sleigh Bells

Why I Decree it to Be So:

Sleigh Bells, Sleigh Bells everywhere. I’ve been seeing that name just about everywhere these days, so naturally curiosity got the best of me. Thankfully, instead of killing me, it led me to some seriously bitchin’ summer music: retrofabulous beats and icy cool chick vocals, a veritable snow cone of tastiness. Treats is full of, well, treats. These songs are slammin’, straight up, a wild mix of 80s and the future. Overall, Treats is a solid record. There’s some seriously killer songs on here, and as a whole it’s a perfect soundtrack for whiling away the muggy, stifling hours of summer. Crank up the AC, pour yourself a girly cocktail or five, and turn this shit up to 11. And let whatever hijinks ensue. (SEE MORE)

mp3: Rill Rill (Sleigh Bells from Treats)