Summer is our least favorite season. In fact, we hate Summer. We hate it so much. June, July and August. If we could hibernate this is when we would do it. If we could we would just skip these hot, humid, muggy and miserable days and jump straight ahead to September when the weather gets reasonable again. So why did we call the record ‘Indian Summer?’ Sometimes the things that bring the most discomfort are the things that don’t seem to leave when they’re supposed to. This is not a comfortable album. It certainly wasn’t easy to write. There are some things on this album that neither of us have ever told anybody. There are some things on this album that neither of us has ever said out loud (there’s no better way to keep a secret than to put it on an indie rap record, btw). Aside from being our most personal effort, we’re also down a man. Just John moved back to California during the recording of our last album, PB&J. And then there were two. This album wasn’t even supposed to be an album. There shouldn’t even be a Remnant anymore. After John left we all sort of went our separate ways for a while, even though Adan and I both stayed in Atlanta. I honestly thought The Remnant was over. So when Adan and I got together to write what was supposed to be the first of two EPs I approached it as if it was going to be the last couple of songs I would write as a member of the group The Remnant. I was sure this was it. Then I heard the songs. The first songs we wrote for this record were “Summer Dog Days” and “Withering Heights.” I would just like to go on record as saying these two songs are the best things I’ve ever been a part of. The music given to us by Deacon (of our longtime rap heroes CunninLynguists) is perfect. It’s moody and doesn’t bother apologizing for it. I’ll never forget the first time I heard Adan’s verse for “Withering Heights.” It was over the phone. I made him say it twice. I told him that people would be heartbroken all over again to discover that it was fiction (spoiler alert). It’s amazing. It’s perfect. My verse is good--really good--but Adan’s hits where it really hurts. Right in the feels. It was that moment that I realized we were in this for the long haul. The Remnant’s still here. Still rapping. Still local. ~Tribe One One year later. Now you’re reading these words and listening to these songs. This is our album. Indian Summer. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s supposed to be that way. Listening to these songs should feel like reading a close friend’s diary. You were never meant to find it. It was never meant to be shared. I hope you’re not offended, but we didn’t really even think of you as we were writing. We made this for us. We hope you like it. This album would not have been possible without the following: Just John, Deacon the Villain, Alex Adiels, Jou1es, DJ Opdiggy, Roark Bailey, Mikal kHill, Faint, Brandon A. Thomas, Dwayne Dugger, Carmen Rodgers, Chantae Cann, JoJo Martin, Kameron Corvet, Micah Dalton, Quez, Senoj, Art Bright, Renay Nailon, Jamila Abston, Elizabeth Bosserman, FVTV and Icon Studios.