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About Me


Do you like to sleep in cars? Do you perform at your best when you are flat broke working two jobs and have barely had any sleep? Are you comfortable with the kick drum as your pillow? Do you find your friendships are cemented through bloodshed and fisticuffs? Then you my friend are ready to witness the apocalyptic fury of the Orientalists.
With little but vigor and broken instruments the Orientalists here set forth on a bypass to otherness. Huge distorted tomes of imperialist propaganda, subjugation and racism melt away into air, if for only moment, replaced by huge droning distorted rock pouring forth into the void with revolutionary fervor.
Brought together by an interest in the esoteric, enigmatic and eastern, this fearless foursome has assembled 6 songs in their first self-titled and prophetic manifesto. Their meaning is clear, but the message is veiled in the garb of heavy rock-n-roll. Like a caravan of gypsies invading your town or heavy rock sheikhs out on a raid, their style is both angry and uplifting, accusatory and full of praise, serenely lucid yet obscenely delirious. It is an absolutely delicious concoction.
Front and center, the Farfisa organ is delivered hot and steamy... yet quite palatable. It is a classic Rock sound somehow not overly retro, in this case forward looking, almost futuristic. This is flavor not used sparingly when sprinkled throughout this dish. It is a sound for the ears of those adepts in the upper echelons of the Mysteries.
The Orientalists meticulously weave a thick rug of sound. The guitar and bass, with purpose yet not in unison, seem to mesh as they twist and intertwine. They create a matrix of streaming consciousness. Culinarists might call it a bouillabaisse or gumbo.
Driving the backbone, the asynchronous, illusive beat is more like a call to arms, whipping the masses into a fanatical fury. Rhythmically, the listener is pounded with a backbeat as solid as the backbone of a dinosaur. (This is feeding time). This band is dynamic as well. We're talking M80's and K88's.
The Orientalists are a wrecker of engines. A sonic assault on your oppressive, decrepit regimes. A proclamation calling for the return to the old rites and mysteries of the ancients. A feast fit for the farewell of kings.
When the Orientalists are cool, they deliver Bowie style disco or prom-rock in the fashion of King Crimson. Not stylistically punk, fashion conscious or TV approved... a sort of dead guy in the trunk. They found their droning carpet sound at a furniture store in the Bronx. The Orientalists lionize the Lo-Fi and shun the pre-packaged. Like a trumpet of modernity blasting down the Walls of your Rock paradigm. Listen to this band not on your iPod, but rather on an old Walkman or a Denon stereo, or better yet a Victrola.
Regardless, you will find the sounds are frequently raw, yet suddenly quiet and Sphinx-like. Don't be surprised when you are suddenly engulfed by their blistering storm. It is all part of their subtle ruse to leave you helpless when they attack like marauding hordes with an army of Rock volume.
Orientalist songs are both well crafted and intense. The Orientalists cook with flavorings of stray lyrics from Rock heroes and enigmatic references to ancient occult formulas. At first listen, you might miss the passing omens, the apocalyptic visions of disdain. Later, you find yourself humming the lyrics to yourself and in a moment of realization note, I knew there was more to this life than whoring and vain jangling.§ They're jingling baby.
Are you prepared to brawl with this group? Then prepare for the day when the earth is rent asunder (40) and all you're left with is the taste of blood in your mouth from the kick drum.

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Member Since: 12/13/2006
Band Website: orientalists.co.uk
Band Members: We are the Orientalists:

Hart (Ra): Voice, Farfisa and fermented rage
Cap (Horus): Guitars, groupies, additives
King (@nubis): Bass, sleep deprivation and P♠lm vortex organization.
Montana (Osiris): Drums, football chants and fanaticism.

Inquiries:
ORIENTALISTS
PO BOX 61020
LONDON
SE1 6XX

Influences:
Sounds Like: "Wonderful genius !" --the Quarterly.
"Superb !" --the Westminster.
"Clever fellows !" --the Foreign.
"Fine writers !" --the Edinburgh.
"Profound thinkers !" --the Dublin.
"Great men !" --Bentley.
"Divine souls !" --Fraser.
"One of us !" --Blackwood.
"Who can they be ?" --Mrs. Bas-Bleu.
"Abominable !" -–Channel 29.

Record Label: Orientalists
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Organ UK Demo of the week

DEMO OF THE WEEK THE ORIENTALISTS  Raucously slick in a ragged demanding messed up in your face wired and raw as hell sonic assault kind of way. They're from New York (unless I've mislead, are they b...
Posted by Orientalists on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 04:50:00 PST

~ Deploy Muffler ~

time slips away so slowly nowand time, it means so muchso little nowa riddle nowdeploythere are lips sinking ships in her purseit's the curse of the saturday saintsclimb onboard, grab a couchit's the ...
Posted by Orientalists on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 11:10:00 PST

~ The Doll ~

there's jack and his filthy moneydressed as a nerd on halloweeni'm disappointed sacco and vanzettijust couldn't make the sceneand thank god i've got all my toes and my fingersthank god i've got all my...
Posted by Orientalists on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 11:09:00 PST

~ Pretty Friend ~

i'm not going there by myselfi'm walking with a pretty friend of minei dont care about much timebut it's getting lateand the box seat's made of pinethen i'm leaving there by myselfwere we be dead? wer...
Posted by Orientalists on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 11:06:00 PST