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The music you hear (or don’t hear) right now is being brought to you live via telekinetic auroral broadcasting! The answer to all this "You Need New Glasses" business is found here: and not to ruin the surprise - it’s inside of us all! And sadly, good buddy, it’s been there alllllll along. Spanning three excruciatingly painful years of smelly car-rides and extraneous cursing while hoisting heavy instruments up and down basement staircases, these four sweaty individuals have quite a fascinating story behind their illustriousnesses. The campy psycho-folk "music" originally brought to you by the evangelist indie rock stylings of "Hot Lunch" (later titled ’Fart Stain’ and again changed momentarily to ’Donkey Lips’) swept the 2005 Plymouth State Battle of the Bands auditions, receiving such rave reviews as, "You guys sound alright!" and "Hey, I didn’t know Sean could play the drums!?" Morale seemed high, but soon plummeted after accusations and ridicule was brought on ruthlessly by hippies with ping-pong balls and red plastic cups. They were met with animosity for "giving off ugly colors" and being "typical three-peice Modest Mouse ripoff maxypads." But slowly, like a spider building a beautiful and intricate web- with the intention of catching and eating fat, delicious, bugs; their music ensnared the ears (and minds) of a small group of incredibly wonderful and interesting people. But it was upon the act of divine intervention that brought upon many changes over December 2006 and January 2007, including the rearrangement of musical (and metaphysical) instrumentation and the addition of a final member, finally completing a poorly drawn oval shape that stands as the musical notes + arrangements being projected through your skull right now as your eyeballs move across this screen. Personally, I think they have real potential. They aren’t whores of the modern world. They like cats. They own records and discuss art. They ride bicycles and conserve energy. They read books and make dinner. They’re made of bones and meat and guts and skin with tattoos, and eye balls that enjoy movies from the 1970s. They stay up late. They are socially awkward. They are your friends with names that sound like, Shawn, Christine, Jason, Patrick, and Mason. You might think they’re assholes. And even if you’re right, at least we can all agree on one thing; the ending of "Sleep Away Camp" is truly terrifying.
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