The best thing about OC is that when things get weird - which they rarely do - things get very fucking weird. Here is a world of found, stolen and mangled sounds. The (no) Apologies Project is the house band for an art space in Anaheim whose musical pastiche is the combination of postmodern artistic sensibility and an almost Blacksploitationesque fetishizing of revolutionary 70s urban culture with some of the ass-shakingest punk-meets-funk you'll ever hear. quite frankly, you don't have any records like this. I might've thought this was cool when I was in 8th grade and all my friends and I were going through that "awkward" phase. The (no) Apologies Project have an annoying name and a herky-jerky experimental rappin' garage take. You'd have to be a total fucking square not to get down, dig? doing the danceable art-punk thing with (no) apologies. I see them as the Sugar Hill Gang meets Le Shok. Arty, jazzy, no wave-type stuff. Nice saxophone licks, losers.
