Music:
Member Since: 4/23/2008
Band Website: myspacy.com/esemplasy
Band Members:
Lazerbitch : Tay Zonday : B-52s : Vile Evils : Sebastian Tomczak : The Seatbelts : Information Society : Mountain Man : Rareform : Eumir Deodato : Argyle Socks : Omsk Information : Red Math : BiPolar : Liquid IQ : Dr. Mario
Influences: The media. Drug users. Episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". Mahatma Ghandi. Traci Lords. Ceiling tiles with holes in them. Tiled bathrooms. Tiles on a computer desktop screen. Certain animals I communicate with telepathically. Zombies. Sam Raimi. The dialogue in "Miller's Crossing". Shit with peanuts in it. Or carrots. Yahoo Serious. That motherfucker is funny. George Lucas. Ton-Tons. Kerlian photography. Curlian? Kcoorleein? My nipples. Abstract paintings with names like "The Confluence of Paper Clips". The death of smoochy. Doggy style. You just want mine. Kung Fu movies dubbed in Spanish. Astroglide. Molecular Acid. GERD. This awesome album cover with a lady naked and covered in honey. The collected works of T.S. Elliot. Shel Silverstein. Teens for Cash. Vampires. Vampire Slayers. Vampire badger hybrids. Hybrid cars. The taste of ethanol. The taste of pussy. Televangelists with big and/or immobile hair. Renegade Soundwave. Biting my nails. Toenail clippings arranged in the form of Cyrillic lettering. My fingers, when I sleep. Call of Duty 4, more specifically, headshots using a Barretta .50 caliber sniper rifle. Or shooting someone in the face with a shotgun. Neptune and Pluto together, not separated. Greek Mythology. That owl in "Clash of the Titans". "Flash Gordon". The preceeding words I just wrote, especially the part about Vampire badgers. Saying "enough".
Sounds Like: Nothing you EVER heard before. The music was made on Pluto with the help of Neptunians with brains the size of a Manhattan twice the size of Manhattan. Powerful alien mindbeams zapped through a wormhole the size of a worm's girth and entered are skulls as tiny particals of neutrino particles with quarks in them. These triad configurations danced with our neurons like 10,000 Pips of Glady's Knight and The Pips and snapped our minds. AND THAT'S what this music sounds like. Like biting into a pretzel found in the back of a cupboard and carbon dated to 1976-the cracking of a mind lazered with black hole emissions and the clapping, wet sqooshing of gagging. Like a deep throat clip.
Record Label: Didn't the internet kill them already?
Type of Label: Major