On Friday, June 7th, Man Man will release their new album, Carrot On Strings, on CD/LP/DSPs worldwide through Sub Pop Records.
 
The album’s lead offering is “Iguana,” a track that Man Man’s Ryan Kattner (Honus Honus) says is a song that is “loosely inspired by Werner Herzog’s monologue at the end of ‘Cave of Forgotten Dreams,’ the Flying Lizards, and every old leathery man in a Speedo.”
 
Man Man has also shared the funny accompanying video trailer for “Iguana,” which stars bandleader Kattner (as Gary, The Iguana), Derek Waters of Drunk History (as the Director), and Noland Anderson (as John Travolta). Watch and listen to the “Iguana” lyric video and its hilarious long-form trailer for the song now.
 
Carrot On Strings was recorded at Mant Sounds studio in Glassell Park, Los Angeles, and produced by Matt Schuessler, with whom Kattner had worked on a cover of Neu!’s “Super” for the seminal Krautrock band’s box set. He and the band knocked out the songs live (workshopped in front of live audiences while Man Man toured) over 5 days in August 2022, and then hashing other sonic ideas over the following months. “I wanted things to be loose,” Kattner shares. “My intention was just to knock it all out,” he says. He even recorded more than a few of the single-track vocals while reclining on a couch. “It’s pretty wild,” he says — “because, you know, it wasn’t actually wild at all. It was the first time I wasn’t sequestered in an isolation booth, extensive baffling keeping me apart from the rest of the music. Something about being in the mixing room, tracking vocals, songs blasting out of the monitors that just felt perfect for this particular album.”
 
Man Man is also announcing headlining North American dates supporting Carrot On Strings. These dates begin on Friday, June 7th, in Phoenix, AZ, and end on Saturday, July 20th, with a hometown release show in Los Angeles at the Echoplex. See below for a full list of shows.
 

Fri. Jun. 07 - Phoenix, AZ - The Rebel Lounge
Sat. Jun. 08 - Santa Fe, NM - Meow Wolf
Sun. Jun. 09 - Denver, CO - Globe Hall
Tue. Jun. 11 - St. Paul, MN - Turf Club
Wed. Jun. 12 - Chicago, IL - Lincoln Hall
Thu. Jun. 13 - Louisville, KY - The Whirling Theater
Fri. Jun. 14 - Pittsburgh, PA - Mr. Small’s Theater
Sat. Jun. 15 - Philadelphia, PA - Underground Arts
Sun. Jun. 16 - Boston, MA - Brighton Music Hall
Tue. Jun. 18 - New York, NY - Racket
Wed. Jun. 19 - Baltimore, MD - Ottobar
Thu. Jun. 20 - Durham, NC - Motorco Music Hall
Fri. Jun. 21 - Asheville, NC - The Grey Eagle
Sat. Jun. 22 - Atlanta, GA - The Masquerade
Mon. Jun. 24 - Baton Rouge, LA - Chelsea’s Live
Tue. Jun. 25 - Dallas, TX - Club Dada
Wed. Jun. 26 - Austin, TX - Parish
Fri. Jun. 28 - Tucson, AZ - 191 Toole
Sat. Jun. 29 - San Diego, CA - Casbah
Thu. Jul. 11 - Morro Bay, CA - The Siren
Fri. Jul. 12 - Sacramento, CA - Harlow’s
Sat. Jul. 13 - Carson City, NV - Brewery Arts Center
Tues. Jul. 16 - Seattle, WA - Neumos
Wed. Jul. 17 - Portland, OR - Mississippi Studios
Fri. Jul. 19 - San Francisco, CA - The Chapel
Sat. Jul. 20 - Los Angeles, CA - Echoplex
 

Carrot On Strings is now available to preorder from Sub Pop. LP preorders in North America from megamart.subpop.com, select independent retailers, and in the UK/Europe from Mega Mart 2 (the new, UK-based sibling site to the world-famous Sub Pop Mega Mart) and select UK/EU independent retailers will receive the Loser Edition on Transparent Orange. All color vinyl versions are available while stock lasts.

About Man Man’s Carrot On Strings:
When Man Man released its last album, “Dream Hunting in the Valley of the In-Between,” frontman Honus Honus (né Ryan Kattner) was in a state of unrest, oscillating between hope and cynicism. Perhaps fittingly, the album ended up dropping during the pandemic. (We could all relate.) But much like that bizarre turn of global events, the ennui seems so distant now to Man Man’s creative force, whose revived sense of purpose washes through Carrot on Strings (out June 07, Sub Pop), his latest release, which radiates a mix of calm and confidence.
 
Kattner always embodied a wild-man pied-piper vibe: his melodic, art-rock output just unhinged enough that it was at once intriguing and angsty. He was so alluringly creative that you went along with it, even if you were never sure where Man Man would take you. Carrot on Strings is no less inventive, but its ethos is radical in context of the band’s two-decade, idiosyncratic career. “When I was younger, I would feed off of chaos. I would be upset and get drunk and smash chairs. Physically demonstrative of my emotions,” Kattner explains, “Now those chairs are in my head: It’s less of an outward projection, more of an interior monologue.”
 
The name “Carrot on Strings” came to Kattner while experimenting with the sound of someone munching on the vegetable, which you can hear in the cacophonous, almost similarly named title track. It refers to “the diagnosis of my career,” or how success always seemed to dangle uncertainly before him—life as a series of “almost maybe” opportunities to elevate things to a more sustainable tier. But listen intently, and you’ll hear a more content Kattner, making an uneasy peace with, “Life, as far as I’ve known it, has always been side hustles. Would it be great if I could go into a studio and record for a year without figuring out how to finance it? Yeah, it would be,” he says. “But ultimately, I need to keep making music because art is an extension of my psyche. It’s not about how I define myself or want to be perceived necessarily. It’s how I have learned to translate the palpitations of my heart. Or, simply put, I’d go insane without it.”
 
The unrest may have slightly lifted (chalk that up to fatherhood), but “Carrot on Strings” opener, the shot of scintillating adrenaline that is “Iguana,” clarifies that he’s still on a mission to traverse uncharted territory, even if it is total banger sing-along. The song melds Krautrock, dance music, no-wave, and even an homage to Old Yeller (the 1950s Disney film) sneaks in for good measure. Kattner, who penned the lyrics to “Iguana” while cycling through the hills of Los Angeles (“That’s how I found a lot of the songs, through looping…if you passed by me on the street, you probably thought I was a very unstable person, singing and workshopping ideas, but I guess in LA that kinda goes with the territory”), was inspired by director Werner Herzog’s somewhat mystical cave-painting documentary, Cave of Forgotten Dreams. “In the last 10 minutes of it, he has this beautiful monologue about uncertainty and the universe, the evolution of self-consciousness, albino crocodiles. How nothing is real, nothing is certain. Here you have this relatively straightforward documentary about ancient cave paintings, and in the end, Herzog can’t escape himself from being himself, which in the end, why would you want to escape yourself anyway” he recalls, drawn to this outsider artist who infiltrated mainstream culture without compromising his impulses. With “Iguana,” Honus Honus continues, “I’m trying to write a very genre-specific song, but I can’t escape my own idiosyncratic pull into making it be something else or a combination of something else.”
 
Growing up with a father in the U.S. Air Force, Kattner lived an itinerant childhood that included a few pivotal years in Germany, where he honed in on an appreciation for out there German cinema and art. He’d go on to teach himself to play piano at age 22 by playing with drummers, developing a style more rhythm-based than chops heavy but was also equally focused on screenwriting, the craft he studied in art school along with playwriting. (He continues to more-than-dabble in the film industry with an acting role in the upcoming horror-comedy movie Destroy All Neighbors, for which he also served as composer; music supervising season 1 & 2 of the Interview With The Vampire AMC TV series; and shopping around, with director Matthew Goodhue, a script he wrote that he describes as a Wim Wenders road movie on acid.) “As a child I gravitated towards troublemakers but not necessarily out of rebellion but more likely because it simply seemed more interesting at the time,” yet, growing up as a multiracial Hapa kid (half Filipino, half white), “I didn’t have anyone else to relate to on that level until I discovered playing music in my early 20s. The artworld and especially underground music is scattered with people from all sorts of interesting and disparate backgrounds.”
 
Like “Iguana,” the spacious, indie-pop “Odyssey” is a slight nod to another of his German avant heroes, the filmmaker Rainer Fassbinder (also the musician’s professed style icon). “My melodies are typically born out of playing parts on repeat by myself,” he explains, “and pushing the boundaries of where my voice can go. Music and lyrics are birthed together, laborious but significant in that it instills a combined permeance. One fits into the other like a puzzle ring.” Meanwhile, “Blooodungeon” — a symbolic sexy, mutinous lovechild between Italo-disco legends La Bionda and the goth-rocker the Sisters of Mercy (or as Kattner puts it, “Dario Argento’s Goblin mixed with something from a ’90s Berlin leather bar”) — even finds him crooning suavely in German at one point. Sensing a theme yet?
 
All these journeys off the beaten path are underscored by a palpable ease that’s way less about the process and more about the outcome. “It’s never been a driving factor in my life as a performing artist but I’m truly at a point now where I don’t give a fuck about image or any of that stuff,” he says. “That’s not saying there isn’t care taken in aesthetics, presentation quality, truth, or the art itself. And it’s not about acquiescing. Making music, acting in people’s films, these things are just more fun to me these days, come more naturally. It doesn’t mean it’s easier. I wish it was! There’s still love, labor, and toil involved. And a reserved spot on the wall for banging my head in frustration.” This newfound looseness is imminently apparent on songs such as the twangy “Cherry Cowboy,” a lingering, ambling ode to the small Texas panhandle town where he was born, that is also loosely inspired by a Randy Newman ear worm from the 1986 comedy Three Amigos. By contrast, “Pack Your Bags,” is born to be a thumping stadium chant just waiting to be unleashed for consumption.
 
In a bid to not overthink anything (mindful that his last album took about seven agonizing years to make), he booked out five days in Mant Sounds studio in Glassell Park, Los Angeles and enlisted “very chill” producer Matt Schuessler, with whom he had worked on a cover of Neu!’s “Super” for the seminal Krautrock band’s box set. He and the band knocked out the songs live (workshopped in front of live audiences while Man Man toured) in 5 days and then hashed out other sonic ideas over the coming months. “I wanted things to be free. Loose. My intention was just to knock it all out and embrace whatever came from the sessions,” he says. He even recorded more than a few of the single-track vocals while reclining on a couch. “It’s pretty wild,” he says — because, you know, it wasn’t actually wild at all. It was the first time I wasn’t sequestered in an isolation booth, extensive baffling keeping me apart from the rest of the music. Or obsessed with stacking vocals. Something about being in the mixing room, tracking vocals, songs blasting out of the monitors that just felt perfect for this particular album.”
 
“Odyssey” considers Kattner’s transformation, his newly defined sense of self that distinguishes his outsize stage persona from the thoughtful, soulful guy he actually is. Before surmounting this identity crisis, he frequently faced bouts of severe depression and imposter syndrome. “I first got into music to escape from myself,” he says. “And now, it sounds so corny, but I have zero doubt that music ended up saving my life.”
 
So when you hear him croon on tracks such as the wistful meditation on humility “Mulholland Drive” or the cheeky-tableau “Cryptoad”, you’re actually hearing Kattner liberate himself. “Take me home,” he sings on the latter. ”This party sucks.” It’s his favorite song on the album. “I didn’t want to make an overtly heavy record. The world already has too much heaviness,” he explains. “We’re teetering on the brink of fascism, the planet is boiling, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria.  We don’t need to have another album that points that out with every breath.”
 
“On a cellular level, I’m not even the same person I was on my last album. This time around, I didn’t want to overthink it, or beat myself up too much about it,” he continues. “I think I spent the first 15 years of playing music, wanting to quit every day. And now…it just feels like a gift.”

Man Man
Carrot On Strings
 
Tracklisting:
1. Iguana
2. Cryptoad
3. Tastes Like Metal
4. Mongolian Spot
5. Blooddungeon
6. Carrots On Strings
7. Mulholland Drive
8. Pack Your Bags
9. Alibi
10. Cherry Cowboy
11. Odyssey