Hotline TNT Announce New Album Raspberry Moon, Share Single: Stream
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Hotline TNT have announced their third album, Raspberry Moon. The follow-up to 2023's Cartwheel is out June 20th via Third Man Records, and they've shared lead single 'Julia's War' as an early preview. Watch the accompanying Full Metal Jacket-esque music video below, which features cameos from They Are Gutting A Body of Water, NYC comedian Dan Licata, and more.
Raspberry Moon mark's Hotline TNT's first album as a four-piece and was produced with Tenement's Amos Pitsch. Frontman Will Anderson created his previous two records as Hotline TNT with just one producer, and this time his touring band (guitarist Lucky Hunter, bassist Haylen Trammel, and drummer Mike Ralston) joined in on the fun.
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'Julia's War' takes its title from TAGABOW's record label, and is complete with a succinct chorus of 'na na nas' not too unlike a sing-a-long at your local pub. 'In a world of half-hearted hooks, and buried-in-the-mix vocals, we had to muster the courage to do what the rest of the shoe gaze community could not… We looked out to the stadium and reassured the audience: Our voices, together, will be heard,' Anderson said in press materials.
He continued: 'You've never heard a TNT chorus this straightforward — when we stress-tested it during the writing process, the 'try not to sing along challenge' came back with a 100% fail rate.'
Hotline TNT will also head out on a North American tour starting May 1st, playing mostly opening slots for Hippo Campus. Select headline shows will take place in St. Louis, Buffalo, plus, Slow Pulp will join the band at a special Milwaukee stint (get tickets here). Check out Raspberry Moon's album art, tracklist, and Hotline TNT's spring schedule below.
Raspberry Moon Artwork:
Raspberry Moon Tracklist: 01. Was I Wrong? 02. Transition Lens 03. The Scene 04. Julia's War 05. Letter to Heaven 06. Break Right 07. If Time Flies 08. Candle 09. Dance the Night Away 10. Lawnmower 11. Where U Been?
Hotline TNT 2025 Tour Dates: 05/01 — Louisville, KY @ Mag Bar 05/02 — Urbana, IL @ Rose Bowl Tavern 05/03 — St. Louis, MO @ Sinkhole 05/04 — Columbia, MO @ Rose Music Hall 05/06 — Colorado Springs, CO @ Vultures 05/08 — Boise, ID @ The Shredder 05/09 — Portland, OR @ Roseland # 05/10 — Portland, OR @ Roseland # 05/12 — Seattle, WA @ Showbox # 05/13 — Seattle, WA @ Showbox # 05/14 — Vancouver, BC @ Vogue # 05/16 — Sacramento, CA @ Channel 24 # 05/17 — Las Vegas, NV @ Brooklyn Bowl # 05/18 — Phoenix, AZ @ The Van Buren # 05/20 — San Antonio, TX @ Aztec # 05/21 — Austin, TX @ Moody Theater # 05/22 — Dallas, TX @ Bomb Factory # 05/24 — Oklahoma City, OK @ Jones Assembly # 05/25 — Bentonville, AR @ The Momentary # 05/27 — Columbus, OH @ Kemba Live # 05/29 — Grand Rapids, MI @ GLC Live at 20 Monroe # 05/30 — Chicago, IL @ The Salt Shed # 05/31 — Minneapolis, MN @ Surly Brewing # 06/01 — Milwaukee, WI @ Cactus Club + (early and late shows) 06/03 — Buffalo, NY @ Rec Room
# = w/ Hippo Campus + = w/ Slow Pulp
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