Our new record "Versus the K-T Boundary" is hand printed and stamped in a Birmingham compound of productivity. It is our first studio release with 11 tracks of studio struggle. It is teaming with potential energy. It is perfect for certain times of the day including: morning coffee, "wake-up" alarm clock cd selection, long drive home from work, on the way to birthday party for cousin, driving toward the striped sun in late winter, etc. You can pick up a copy at any of our shows or contact any of the band members.The Triceratops move as a speckled pony climbs across a lantern-lit night horizon toward dawn, and as a bellowing pawn falls to the angst of a tyrant’s sword. The Triceratops glow like an indentured nightingale urges onward her love toward sure irreversible death and anguish, and as a lamenting wrinkled husband curls for the first night alone in his startlingly vast bed and slides his weak legs across under the blanket to find that after all these years, he is as a child again, alone.The Triceratops is a moving vibrant unit; a closed captioned performance of Spirit and Song. A prince, as a soldier, laughs at the wages of the working poor, and The Triceratops bends and breaks the frontiers of modern perspectives.We perform/compose/arrange music. We play pianos, violins, trumpets, guitars, drums. We sing in concert. We move with the wind of sound. We break and tread with the torrents of narcissistic satisfaction. We pay for what we take. We lay where we lie. We are born. We are alive. We will fail. We will try.
