About Cryptic Cadet

What started out as the most brutal slap fight in the history of Las Vegas wound up being a collaboration that, for many local musicians, was the only topic worth discussing after the drugs had worn off and it was too late to get any more alcohol. 

But the rest of the world didn’t seem to care. So the decision was made to coerce Tim Lefebvre into joining the band full time. Surely with someone that tall, we would HAVE to be noticed. Particularly if we went to Japan.

Offers of breakfasts were made. Celtics jerseys were dangled just out of reach. Multiple threats were issued. Debates as to whether or not Tom Brady was the GOAT went on for hours. All of this was enough to force his hand, and Tim reluctantly agreed to stand in one place long enough for some pictures to be taken that at least made it appear as though we were a band.

Cryptic Cadet has always been a collaborative effort and this time around was no different. Files were sent to numerous artists, some of whom were kind enough to tell us to fuck off in person. Others opted to do it via email. And while we always prefer the personal touch, the profanity-laden emails didn’t result in nearly as many bar fights or the need for bail money.

Michael Landau, Lyle Workman, Will Champlin, Matt Ascione, Ken “Fletch” Walcott, and Lucy Woodward either couldn’t think of good excuses or were desperate for beer money because they all not only agreed, and went on to lay down some amazing tracks, but they made it sound like we actually knew what we were doing. And for that, we thank you. The checks are, collectively, in the mail.