01/09/2026
“Don’t s**t where you eat” is good advice whether you’re on a ship, stuck in a dead-end job, or starting a post-hardcore band with the people you live with. September learned that the hard way. Born in a Cupertino punk house, fueled by teenage devotion, lust, love, and inevitable fallout, the band only lasted nine months, played two shows, and recorded five songs, but those songs required a scale-appropriate heartbreak to exist. As Kim Shade later put it: “A time that is crazy precious to me, but hurts sometimes too.”
Recorded live in a living room with Bart Thurber in 1995, September’s music sits somewhere between Fugazi restraint and Smashing Pumpkins loud-quiet abandon. Long and unorthodox songs stitched together by kids figuring out their instruments and their lives at the same time. Voices screaming “What is the past? Nothing more than a time to grow, a time to move on.”
Numero is excited to release and reissue this album because it captures something rare and unrepeatable: the sound of a band forming, fracturing, and burning bright before adulthood fully arrived. Five imperfect songs, frozen in time. We’ll always have September.
