Uploaded October 2022 | Updated September 2026, 13 hours ago
If you ever wondered what goes on in the head of a film noir hitman, horror novel asylum inmate, or a golden age silver screen villain, it might sound something like SPIRIT IN THE ROOM. The vision of Louisiana-born and Los Angeles-based singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Dennis R. Sanders unfurls through cigarette smoke, cheap booze, and distortion like an anachronistic fever dream soundtracked by a collision of gothic vocal hues, immersive alternative architecture, and jarring metallic catharsis. It’s scary at times. It’s sad at other times. However, it’s always unpredictable—especially on SPIRIT IN THE ROOM’s 2022 debut EP for Housecore Records, Flamingo, out NOW!
Order your copy today!
housecorerecords.com/pages/spirit-in-the-room
spiritintheroom.bandcamp.com/album/flamingo
VENTING
HE STOOD FOR A SECOND
FELL TO HIS KNEES
CURSED HIS ARRIVAL
A RIVAL INDEED
SAYIN’ WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
SAYIN’ WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
NAH, NAH, NAH
OH AND BY THE WAY I’M NOT YOUR BOY. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW?)
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW??)
IM NOT THE ONE THAT YOU’VE BEEN HIDING FROM
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR
SHE STANDS AS A WITNESS
A VICTIM INDEED
THE SECOND SHE EXITS
THE SAFER SHE’LL BE.
SAYING WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
SAYING WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
NAH, NAH, NAH
THEY DON’T WANNA LET ME GO
THEY DON’T WANNA LET ME OUT.
OH AND BY THE WAY I’M NOT YOUR BOY. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW?)
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW??
An American Primitive Production
americanprimitive.org
If you ever wondered what goes on in the head of a film noir hitman, horror novel asylum inmate, or a golden age silver screen villain, it might sound something like SPIRIT IN THE ROOM. The vision of Louisiana-born and Los Angeles-based singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Dennis R. Sanders unfurls through cigarette smoke, cheap booze, and distortion like an anachronistic fever dream soundtracked by a collision of gothic vocal hues, immersive alternative architecture, and jarring metallic catharsis. It’s scary at times. It’s sad at other times. However, it’s always unpredictable—especially on SPIRIT IN THE ROOM’s 2022 debut EP for Housecore Records, Flamingo, out NOW!
Order your copy today!
housecorerecords.com/pages/spirit-in-the-room
spiritintheroom.bandcamp.com/album/flamingo
VENTING
HE STOOD FOR A SECOND
FELL TO HIS KNEES
CURSED HIS ARRIVAL
A RIVAL INDEED
SAYIN’ WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
SAYIN’ WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
NAH, NAH, NAH
OH AND BY THE WAY I’M NOT YOUR BOY. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW?)
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW??)
IM NOT THE ONE THAT YOU’VE BEEN HIDING FROM
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR
SHE STANDS AS A WITNESS
A VICTIM INDEED
THE SECOND SHE EXITS
THE SAFER SHE’LL BE.
SAYING WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
SAYING WHO ARE YOU SHITTIN’ MOTHER FUCKER I’M FRONTIN’?!
NAH, NAH, NAH
THEY DON’T WANNA LET ME GO
THEY DON’T WANNA LET ME OUT.
OH AND BY THE WAY I’M NOT YOUR BOY. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW?)
JUST SAY THE WORDS AND YOU DISAPPEAR. (WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW, WHAT NOW??
An American Primitive Production
americanprimitive.org
