Design Your Charade

by Downtown Utopia

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Keegan Ostrowski
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Keegan Ostrowski These guys deserve attention, and I can't wait until a full length album comes out! Favorite track: L.A. Babylon.
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Downtown Utopia's debut album. We recorded this album over the course of 2016. Most of it is instrumental, but some parts are sung/spoken. A mix of progressive rock, blues, jazz and overall groovy material! We hope you enjoy it as much as we liked recording it! We wrote, produced, mixed and mastered everything ourselves.

Special thanks:

We thank Michelle Dagenais Arvisais for the wonderful picture we used for the album cover, Chloé Renaud-Ouellette for lending us her beautiful voice for ''Cynically Ill'', Joel Brun, for writing the wonderful text featured in ''Voices'' and reciting half of it, Isabelle Charron for reciting the other half of ''Voices'', Jean-Luc Charron for his input on the production and for recording the percussions on ''Voices''. We also thank our friends and families for supporting us in this project!


released November 6, 2016



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Downtown Utopia Ottawa, Ontario

Downtown Utopia is a progressive blues-rock band from Ottawa, ON. Mixing various genres such as rock, blues, jazz, hip-hop and more, we strive to write groovy and unique songs.

Yan-Érik Dexter / Piano and keyboards
Simon Besozzi / 8 string guitar
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Track Name: Cynically Ill
Saved by the clock
Haven't been in so long
I've lost my way
Crawling inside and out of a womb
Saved by the lord
Haven't been in so long
We've found our way
Finally taking some of your time
Track Name: Sloth Machine
Track Name: L.A. Babylon
Track Name: Voices (Bonus Track)
As we plateau, I can’t help but yearn for more,
I hear an echo, a ripple of fear,
Away, let us rewind the future to the past,
Time will tear us apart, my dear,
Hoping that it will last,
The constant trials and fatigue,
A little bit longer, across the dream state,
Of cultivating the Mead,
This cloudy template, with a utopian display,
Gleaning, the lost depths of my mind,
Where all is lost is found,
Gathering what you have left behind,
And silence is converted to sound,
I reap the feelings of hurt entwined with constant sighs,
Roaring across the meadows of laughter and glee
Not knowing what to think, and perpetually asking why?
Silence is converted to answers, and our solace is nigh