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Member Since: 07/04/2005
Band Members: joel david pumple,craig anthony egan,andrew christophocus jeffries,louis henry mazzone
Influences: ..no choice but to build it..you could not have known this before. you needed to see it done to redo it. it's like when you're a kid and you think your room is perfect- a little messy maybe, but generally perfect. your favourite stuff is all around you within arms reach of the bed, and you're happy with that, and your friends come over, and they think that your room is perfect , too.they look around and say, "cool room, dude," or just " totally..."but now, after all the trouble of getting your room right, you're seeing it through your friend's eyes. you see yourself through your friends eyes, and you have this peggy lee moment. "is that all there is?" you think, "is it all just synthesizer and nail polish?" because you know that things are missing. you thought it was perfect but now you see. the imperfections. you thought it was full, but where's paris? where's that gauzy pink floyd thing you love so much? or the noisy cymbal from the stooges? or that guitar thing from diamond dogs? or the beatles' tricks and the simon and garfunkel harmonies? or my bloody valentine, dammit, and what about the whole, freaking sonic map of rock and roll? where's that?so before you know it, a massive remodel is underway. you're moving things in as fast as you can, filling the gaps, and all too soon you're drowning in desire, up to your ears in all the things you love and want to do. and you know that you should throw things out, but you know that you won't, so, finally, you face it. you have a room full of magic and it's a mess. so you start slow. you take this little guitar lick, lay it on a bassline and put a little bit of your heart on top of it. that will do for now. then there's this word and this noise that go together. you put them together and lay them on the floor. then you get depressed, overwhelmed. there are still a million things around, and you want to start throwing things away but you don't. you call in your friends and they bring even more stuff with them---hooks, shticks, guitars and grievances---but that works fine. susan, for instance, is really pissed about the war, " the war?" you think, but musical things start sticking to the idea of being pissed off about the war, because you can't have rock and roll and not be just a little pissed off.then, inevitably, you get pissed off at your friends. they're in your space, but you don't throw them out. you make music out of that anxiety, together. now it's feeling like the real world. now the stylish stuff that breaks your heart, the elegant confessions, the whispers of techno deluxe, start feeling less like style and more like your actual feelings. and then there's a shape to everything, an old time record album shape, and you're picking up gold dust from the floor and sowing it through the music like seeds along a cotton row. and it starts to rock---as everything worth doing does. and your room gets bigger, more spacious and gracious, like a ballroom on mars, where we can dance, if we wish, with our lizard leather boots on.Dave Hickey
Type of Label: Major