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About Me




You can reach the Angels' mobile day or night at: (01) 612 703 2148

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 8/31/2007
Band Members: A good question … Angels Music Club is the latter-day brainchild and head-splitting creation of one Erick — of whom, very probably, you have also never heard. No matter; he is a songwriter, a guitarist, a pretty unique singer and in odd moments calls himself a 'waste theorist' (whatever that might mean; we've never really understood it; or cared). A recalcitrant pair of Macs, reprieved from a Durance Vile imposed at the hands of those cursed Britishers, rounds out the trio. Yes, we know: one musician, three Macs, an oversized and ailing Mercedes and the high, white sound in Erick's head do not a trio make. But we don't care.
Influences: the smell of bacon; the Buddha; a burst-eyed corpse dog by the roadside; the whole Victorian system of nazified zippers, snaps, garters and stiletto heels; Joe Strummer; six large grapefruit, a bottle of chilled Stolichnaya and about two solid … never mind; Neil Gaiman; each other; Jimi Hendrix; various radioactive personages including and especially Marie Curie; the one and only Pienbique; Charles Fort; the stars at night in the summertime above a mysterious and probably haunted French lake somewhere in the Upper Midwest; Frank Miller; the way Phish used to practice which has a name we disremember; Jesse James (the 19th-century criminal, not the mechanic/porn star's boyfriend, and his influence is hidden, subtle & damned pervasive); Hokusai; random electronic faults; Stephen 'The Hairy Potter' Lloyd; the Velvet Underground; the numeral twenty-three; the periodicity of things you wouldn't normally think contained a built-in system of return; Jeffrey Lee Pierce; true crime; Picasso; Owsley; that yellow-matter custard dog we already mentioned; l'Agence France-Presse; the inimitable Max; the Laird of Boleskine; rockets, fireworks, homemade explosives and other fun things; Van Clague Miller, Jr. (actually these last two seem in some way related but we're not sure why); isostatic rebound; Wayne Shorter; the way the sun looks as it rises over Tokyo Bay with all the polluted sky looking so pretty; The Who; the illusory nature of death

Sounds Like:
Record Label: Interstitial Records
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

just like The Donald

They didn’t leave me much choice, really. So don’t be too mad at me, please.I mean, OK, we’re sort of dilapidated as an idea and thoroughly dysfunctional as an enterprise and I, myse...
Posted by the angels on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 03:51:00 PST

An unserious letter

Well, not really. Your correspondent just needed a title and it seemed somewhat appropriate.But this is a work in progress and it is plain to see that there hasn't been much progress recently. There a...
Posted by the angels on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 07:00:00 PST

weird light

It is snowing, and sunny, and bitterly fucking cold all at once. And the light outside is weird; it looks like Kralizec or something out there.Ah, Minnesota & where the climate never ceases to amaze.A...
Posted by the angels on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 06:51:00 PST

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"

Someone asked me what, exactly, I think I'm doing by switching around the music so much. 'Dude & I've heard, like, nine versions of that tune or something now, haven't I?' (For the record, it was thre...
Posted by the angels on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:25:00 PST

hello to hokkaido

I was just browsing around inside MySpace's controls page or whatever you call it & I'm still quite a newbie, ok & and I just came across a little function showing the readers of myvery intermittent,...
Posted by the angels on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 09:19:00 PST

on some works in progress, above

The songs above were written and recorded, at haste, over three days in mon apartment using:" american-built fender strat 1957 vintage reissue (w/ actual vintage 1959 strat pickups)" shecter diamond b...
Posted by the angels on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 11:55:00 PST

gap

There is a whole big block of empty space here.I'm not going into it.Suffice it to say that head & heart were heavilymodified during this period.Okay, then.
Posted by the angels on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 03:14:00 PST

communal efforts

The four Angels (and the fifth, secret, slightly angelic Priest) are always interested in collaboration with other artists.Always.With that in mind, if you'd like to mess about with one of the tracks ...
Posted by the angels on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 05:10:00 PST

endlessly repeatable

We were cleaning up a mess we made & or trying to, anyway; it's been a long, tough week and neither of us were really all that coordinated or interested & when the waitress asked us 'what band we were...
Posted by the angels on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:39:00 PST

perfection

Well & nothing is ever perfect. Unless it's perfectly strange like Kayo Dot, or perfectly incomprehensible like most of Erick's ideas, or perfectly wrong like that girl who keeps sending us self-filme...
Posted by the angels on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:07:00 PST