Showing posts with label Midwest Rocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Midwest Rocks. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A Beginner's Guide To Ejaculating Everywhere.

Rising from the dollar bin like a coked-out phoenix clad in midriff-baring shirt and three days worth of stubble comes fucking Diamond Reo. Not to be confused with the country band whose name only varies by one letter (apparently this particular band took their name from the same automotive company that supplied the appellation for Reo Speedwagon), the group of lowlives in question came out of Pittsburgh in the early 70s, offered up a few albums, much of which was thoroughly forgettable Mott The Hoople knockoff bullshit, but in the middle managed the brilliant scum-rock sleaze of Dirty Diamonds.

Most of it's mid-tempo Rust Belt butt-rock of the sort that saw its apex between 1971 and 1974. Copious cowbell abuse propping up the basest of Mark Farner aspirations. The album's opener, “All Over You,” is about ejaculating (all over, as the title specifies) somebody. And while none of the other songs really get to that level of base dumbness, it definitely establishes the general tone of the album. Take “It's A Jungle Out There” - a tribute to the toughness necessary to survive the rough-and-tumble urban life, that sounds like a half-speed prophecy of “Welcome To The Jungle” both in riff and lyrical conceit and is especially funny considering none of these dudes look exactly like the kick-ass-and-take-names type. Or “Boys Will Be Boys,” a paean to dudes who do dude stuff with other dudes (possibly as homoerotic as I just made it sound, I dunno). A few tracks pick up the pace to something not a million miles removed from the NWOBHM that was congealing across the pond around the same time, but this had nothing to do with leather and spikes crowd singing about swords and dragons.

It's pure id music, all libido, adrenaline, and testosterone - subtlety (and shirts that cover the full torso) be damned. It ain't special but there's not much better for drinking a few six packs of Mickey's alone on the porch in the middle of the afternoon with all the doors open or changing your own oil or something. It's ridiculous as shit and twice as dumb but it's a fun listen, a regional anachronism, a time capsule from the era of quadrophonic sound and quaaludes. Turn the shit up and get dumb as fuck.




                                                                                     

Saturday, November 20, 2010

RELATED NEWS - LOKO'S, DENTED HEADS AND WOLF ROXON

You're running out of time! If you haven't Loko'ed you haven't lived.

Oh, and just for the hell of it...



Here's something from Wolf Roxon of The Moldy Dogs to balance everything out:

"In the early 1970s, rock and roll was dead. Everyone pretty much agreed with this premise. Ok, Led Zeppelin still rocked some arenas, The Stooges were in full swing, there was a 1950s revivals and even Dave Edmunds had a hit. But, before the internet, satellite radio, and cable tv, we depended on radio for our exposure to music. And it was pretty much devoid of rock and roll. Especially after the rise of disco, record companies were only interested in music similar to that currently on the top of the charts and were cautious about sinking money into 'developing groups', or to market outside of the mainstream.

"When we lived in Los Angeles, I spent countless hours of literally every day taking our demo tapes to the big record labels, then, eventually the small. In the mid-1970's the record companies would, for the most part, listen to your demos, or at least a song. We were rejected by all. They simply could not imagine a market for our music and they realized we were about as far as one could be from disco or even the overproduced rock they promoted...

Early punks with no dorky hair, piercings, or tattoos.
"Record companies invest millions of dollars into groups and like to know that they are marketable. They tended to pigeonhole you, that is, defining your niche and determining your audience. If you area an unknown doing something that's undefinable, you are useless to them. And that was the Moldy Dogs in a nutshell.

"When we signed our management contract for The Tears I asked our manager how they planned on 'selling us'. The answer: 'We consider you the next Aerosmith.' We couldn't think of one rock band we resembled less than Aerosmith. So, the pros are seldom right when they pigeonhole, but they have the purse strings."
Oh, and for the record, that Yaphet Kotto post was awesome.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

"BORDERLINE": WOLF ROXON AND MADONNA

Above: Wolf Roxon (right)and Paul Major with Debbie Harry:
"This is as good as it gets, folks."
Despite what a lot of vaunted music historians and rock critics will tell you, the history of rock music is told almost entirely in urban legend rather than actual documented history. Rock and roll, more than any other genre of popular music, thrives on the bombastic, larger than life myth of the rock star and his/her exploits. It's how generally talentless individuals gain everlasting notoriety and fame - their music might not be particularly 'good' or even 'interesting', but their actions and behavior warrant attention that their music may not. Think of The Sex Pistols, the greatest con in rock history, who were famous for spitting on people and saying 'fuck' on television before they ever put out an album. Think of the 80s hair metal abomination (left) and bands like Motley Crue who are remembered more for their VH1 Behind the Music than their one kick ass album. Or think of black metal and it's rise to notoriety - how many articles about Mayhem have you read that take the high road and neglect to mention the suicide of Dead and the band members making jewelry from his skull. And think of how few people would ever have heard of Varg Virke-what-his-face if he hadn't burned down a church and stabbed Euronymous. Or, more close to home, think about Led Zepplin, a band that our esteemed editor, Mr Cobras, exposed last year as a bunch of no-talent douche-brellas here. How well would Plant and Page be remembered if they hadn't got all creative with that shark?
From Johnny Thunders shooting up llama snot, to Elvis shooting televisions, to dudes snorting lines of ants, trashing hotel rooms and tour buses, to Ozzy biting bat heads, to Stevie Nicks ordering roadies to blow cocaine into her rectum with a straw (easily the worst job ever), urban legends are the "true" history of rock and roll as told by the people that actually make rock and roll what it is (or was): the fans (below).
In the interest of adding another legend to the cannon of rock history I got drunk one night and asked punk rock pioneer Wolf Roxon, guitarist for Wolfgang and the Noble Oval, The Moldy Dogs, Walkie Talkie, and The Metros, to tell the story of the man that once rejected Madonna as a lead singer shortly before her rise to world domination. It's a pretty interesting story, so I decided (with his permission, of course) to post his response, unencumbered by my editing or my incessant babbling...
"In the 1980-82 New Wave scene in New York City, my group, Walkie Talkie, rehearsed in the “Music Building" (still there!!). The owner, Jack Lerner, bought an old warehouse in the unsavory Hell's Kitchen section of Manhattan and turned each individual storage loft into a rehearsal room. They were rented to bands for a monthly charge and available 24/7 to make all the noise you wanted. The walls and floors were solid concrete and the doors were thick, hardened steel.

"Walkie Talkie (right) rented a room on the "infamous" 10th floor where there were many name groups including Billy Idol, the remnants of the Patti Smith Group, Regina Richards and the Red Hots, and others. We tried to assist and support each other, even to the point of standing on either side of Billy Idol in the elevator to keep him from collapsing. Generally, there was a spirit of camaraderie with all the bands--we would loan equipment, talk shop, and so forth. It was definitely not cool to say anything negative about another band.

"Madonna's group rehearsed on the floor below us. Whenever we took a break during our rehearsals on those hot, steamy New York nights, we would open our windows and could hear them very clearly. Like us, and most newly-hatched bands, they were in that period of development when a group mixes both inspiration and perspiration in order to play tight and achieve a signature sound.

"We all seem to remember one song blowing in our windows which we are pretty certain originated from Madonna's room. The lyrics seemed to focus on two lines: "round and around like a merry-go-round" and "all night long". The song went on forever, seemingly just repeating these two lines... all night long.....all night long.

"If you search the internet and You tube, there is no shortage of pictures and demo recordings of Madonna during the very early 1980's. She looks clean and fresh, with stylish hair, vibrant, daring, edgy and full of confidence to the point of conceit. But, with the exception of the latter, this was not the Madonna we knew. Her hair was longer and generally drab, more attitude than edge, unremarkable in dress and she did not stand out as a musician, songwriter, or a front person which, during this era, was viewed as an essential key to success.

"Of course, "band news" and rumors were always circulating and when her band broke up, we heard she was looking to join another group--so we kept ourselves locked in our room and never ventured to the snack bar or some public area where she could find us.

"But it didn't take long. One night she jumped into the elevator and complimented us as a group and individually. She popped the question more than once--asking if she could join the group and, over the next week or so, cornered me, then my drummer, Randy, suggesting we get together and pool our musical prowess.

"The truth is, we never considered her a prospect. The decision was unanimous and never even discussed. Now, this is the part that's a bit foggy--I swear we never even gave her an actual audition. I remember going with Randy down to the bar where she worked (off St. Mark's Place) and having a drink while we very politely told her that we just didn't need any other members and she would be better off finding a band where she could be the sole singer/frontperson. This was true, especially after Vic Harrison joined our group. He was an incredible vocalist, guitarist, keyboard player and songwriter. So there was no room for Madonna even if we were willing to consider her.

"Today, most people would be astounded that we have no recollection of auditioning Madonna. But you must realize that in early 80's she was one of many thousands of wannabes (like us) in the New York scene. In fact, Walkie Talkie had a larger fan base than her at this time. But what's most puzzling to me is that Madonna would want to join us. Both our musical approaches were relevant to the early 1980's, but Walkie Talkie had one foot firmly in the 1960's while she was 1970's dance rooted. This is a huge musical difference and it's hard to imagine how we could have ever survived together.

"When we pool our memories, decades later, it's possible she did come up to our rehearsal space and probably sang for us while strumming the chords on her guitar. This sort of exchange happened quite often in the Music Building and wouldn't necessarily be memorable. But I don't want to give the impression we had a long line of applicants for a singing position and Madonna took her turn and was told to take a hike.

"Walkie Talkie broke up in early 1982 and I began working on solo projects. Within that year, I left the scene, hung up my guitar and lost track of pretty much everyone.

"I have a vague recollection of Madonna playing the clubs in the Chelsea area where the focus was more on dance songs/bands/performances and perhaps even singing and dancing to prerecorded tapes. The next time I heard about her was when I was in London in 1984. I was staying with Paul Major and one day he put a record on the turntable. "You won't believe who this is!!!" he exclaimed. Yep, sure enough it was Borderline which is still my fave song of hers.

"By then, I was a schoolteacher and saw a growing number of my students dancing around the playground to Madonna's hits. Every so often I would confide in my pupils, telling of how I knew Madonna a few years ago. “Sure Mr. Roxon....dream on” was the usual response. So I would shuffle back to the classroom where, armed with my red grading pen, I'd attack a pile of essay questions—correcting the spelling and punctuation and writing comments and advice in the loose-leaf's margins which would seldom be read and never followed. And every so often, my eyes and ears would turn toward the open windows where, on the blacktop below, Madonna was conquering a new generation of virgin listeners turning on for the very first time. Seemed she never stopped....round and around...all night long and all day too... for nearly three decades.
"Many people ask, if we had to do it all over again, would we let Madonna join Walkie Talkie, in other words, did we make the biggest bonehead decision in rock history since Pete Best quit the Beatles??? The answer is yes....and no. We simply were not looking for another singer/guitarist at that time and, if we were, the major consideration, would have been talent. We just didn't feel she had anything to offer our act.

"However, our biggest mistake was underestimating her desire, drive, and will to make it to the top--no matter what it took. Every successful group has a "ringer" like her (or a manager) who is very aggressive and never misses an opportunity to sell her/himself or the group. Perhaps she would have made a difference. But who knows? She most likely would have dropped us at the first smell of success or fame. What adds to the irony is the fact that Walkie Talkie parted ways so, in the end, we had nothing to lose.

"Regardless, occasionally at night, when safely tucked away in my bed, my mind ventures to wonder what could or might have happened had we had just said “Yes” to Madonna."

There you have it, straight from the man himself. Some of you might see Mr Roxon's story as a failed opportunity. Perhaps he could have "made" it, got all famous and stuff riding Madonna's coattails, but from my communications with him, I doubt that he would have had much patience with people like Denis Rodman or Jose Canseco or Vanilla Ice, or any of the other million dudes Madonna dated. Though it would be pretty funny to see him on MTV wearing one of those cone bra things and doing that ridiculous Vogue dance. Thanks again, Wolf.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

WITCH'S HAT - "HUZZAH!" (Single) - 2007


Witch's Hat (lead singer pictured above) was a group of hipsters from the shitty college town of Columbia, MO who were active in the middle part of the last decade (2004-08). They weren't metal, but often used metal imagery in their work. In reality, I've always had the creeping suspicion that they were a bunch of indie dickheads into that hipster irony thing, but I could be wrong. Here is their logo:

They released two albums Mastery of the Steel, on Emergency Umbrella Records, and Spain, which was self-released. Their music is a mish mash of fantasy themed, amateurish indie rock and distorted Ween weirdness, which, all in all, isn't particularly interesting. In fact, despite the fact that their songs are about aliens, vampires, sea creatures, and other kick ass subjects, most of it is downright boring and will get on your nerves worse than Agnosia... but they did write one good song.

"Huzzah" is piece of accidental brilliance. A medieval epic about a young dragon slayer and his quest, the song is replete with imagery of days of old: dragons, wizards, a kidnapped virgin princess, trolls, swords, and "goblets raised up high". It begins slow, with a flute intro and as the tale unfolds builds into a raucous, anthemic celebration of nerdy fantasy rock that's simultaneously hilarious and inspiring. It's one of my favorite songs of the last decade, but I didn't find it on any top ten or top 100 lists so I decided to post it here.

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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Wolfgang and the Noble Oval - Stool Samples - Unreleased (An Interview)



Like most local scenes in the early days of punk, the history of punk rock in St Louis is a largely untold story lost somewhere between the haze of youthful hangovers and the slow alzhiemers of fruitless job hunts, countless changed diapers, and well, just growing up. But unlike most scenes, the origins of punk rock in St Louis can be pinpointed, almost to the exact minute, with the formation of Wolfgang and the Noble Oval in 1971. Comprised of two individuals who would later become among the cultest of cult legends, vocalist/guitarist Wolf Roxon (of NYC proto punkers The Tears, The Metro’s, and Walkie Talkie), and Jon Ashline (vocalist and drummer for midwestern noise-freak legends The Screamin' Mee-Mee’s), Wolfgang and the Noble Oval predated the faintest grumblings of punk rock, making music that defied conventional notions of what music could be and, more importantly, who could make music. In an age dominated by the grandiosity of larger than life bands like The Eagles and Led Zepplin, Roxon and Ashline simply locked themselves in a bedroom and pounded out raw, stripped down rock songs that eschewed the style over substance ethos of the popular rock music of the day.

"The bulk of music in the late 1960's and early 1970's had lost its primitive, rhythmic appeal," Roxon recalls. "Rock'n'roll was basically dead except for oldie shows. The contemporary guitar and keyboard stars were showing off their fine-tuned skills, the writing was either pretentious or banal, and everyone looked like spoiled, boring 'rock stars.' In short, we loved basic, root rock, not overproduced spectacles."

With titles like ‘Whoa, Jonny Gimmie That Beer" and "Eva Braun, Spinnin’ Round", Ashline and Roxon's recordings provoked confusion among listeners accustomed to the pandering so prevalent in the music of the 1970s.

“Most [listeners] expressed horror and couldn't believe their ears,” recalls Roxon, who now lives in Vermont, of the reception of the bands recordings.

(Above: Roxon post-W+NO)
Roxon and Ashline met as teenagers in 1968 while working at the same Burger Chef restaurant in suburban St Louis. Both considered themselves normal teenagers at the time, but something about their relationship must have been a bit different since rather than spending their time tossing the old pigskin around, the pair spent their time obsessed with music.

"We usually hung around Jon's house, spending most of our time producing what were called “break in” recordings," Roxon says.

A predecessor to modern day sampling techniques, break in records were popularized in the 1960s by Dickie Goodman. His recordings consisted of an interviewer asking questions to real or imaginary individuals, which were met with responses cut from popular music.

“We would pretend to be interviewing fellow workers at Burger Chef and might ask, ‘What do you want from this job?’,” Roxon recalls. “The answer might be a ‘sample’ from the Beatles version of ‘Money’—the sung line ‘Just give me money—Thats what I want.’


(Right: Ashline in the mid-1970s)

“It may sound stupid and mundane today,” Roxon continues. “But that was high tech stuff back then. The average person thought we were engineering geniuses and our bosses couldn't figure out how we could be smart enough to pull this off yet unable to make a decent tasting hamburger!”

"But the real importance of this hobby," he continues. "Was that, in searching for music samples, I plowed through Jon's record collection. He was light years ahead of me. I mostly listened to top ten hits. Suddenly, my exposure to offbeat music was greatly increased by hanging around Jon who led me down the road of ruin by introducing me to record collecting."

Through Ashline, Roxon discovered the music of The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, The Godz - music which today holds a heralded place in the history of rock, but at the time was obscure and strange. Punk was still a few years out and bands like The Stooges and The MC5, while critically acclaimed, were receiving more death threats than royalties. Mixed with their burgeoning creative desires, the music inspired the duo to create their own music as well. Over time Ashline and Roxon began to experiment with writing actual songs using actual instruments and actual recording equipment in 1971.

"There comes a point when you want to do produce something of your own," Roxon continues. "I practically begged Jon to form a group with me."

"I had been writing lyrics since childhood," Roxon recalls. "I played a little guitar and could bang out a few current hits, that is, on a good day when my guitar was in tune. Every so often we would manage to have a practice session and usually, in the end, there was a mutual agreement that rock stardom was not in our cards."

But it was by the grace of fate (or Santa Clause) that the duo actually came together as a band.

"The watershed moment of our history came when Jon's little brother received a toy drum set for Christmas from K-Mart marketed as The Noble Oval. It was a toy set, not a cheap set of adult drums. You could pick up the entire kit with one hand."

"They were crap," recalls Ashline of his first drumset. "Made out of tin. The heads were crap. The bass drum was oval shaped, that’s why they were called that."

New rhythm section in tow, Roxon and Ashline began to record in Roxon’s bedroom. The sessions were impromptu with lyrics and music largely conceived in the moment.

"We started playing our own compositions basically, on the spot," Ashline says. "One take songs, we did a couple covers. Most of the stuff was recorded on real cheap cassette players in his bedroom because we had no studio per se. We’d just get the recorder out, press record, and start playing."

"Only Jon Ashline could have played those drums while singing and, simultaneously, creating lyrics," Roxon says. "Jon had natural rhythm. A solid, steady driving beat was his forte. I give him a lot of credit."

"Jon even attempted a drum solo with his toy set of drums," Roxon recalls. "We debated rerecording the solo by just throwing the drums down my basement stairs. It was a tough choice."

The second session was similar in approach but carried a different attitude.

"I had written a song called 'Eva Braun-Spinning 'Round' but we once again composed the rest as the tapes rolled," says Roxon. "The four letter words were really flying out of our mouths in this session. Both Jon and I had been dumped by our girlfriends and we were loaded to the gills with anger, frustration, and Michelob."

"After the sessions," Roxon says. "We would get together with Bruce Cole (future member of The Screamin' Mee Mees) and drive to Steak and Shake or the midnight flicks at the Varsity Theatre in University City, MO and listen to the tapes. Bruce really got a kick out of the recordings and helped us decide which songs were keepers. He also named the group by calling us 'Herr Wolfgang and the Noble Oval.'"

(Below: Roxon, center, with The Tears at CBGB, NYC)
What emerged from the sessions is an endearing snapshot of two young men fumbling through the short history of rock music in an attempt to discover their own little niche. The songs are largely simple, but not simplistic; often comedic without being flippant or absurd. You can hear the elitism of The Kinks mixing with the street corner prophecies of The Godz and The Fugs, the venomemous blasphemies of Iggy Stooge emerging from the polite innocence of Buddy Holly. It was, in a word, the optimistic beginnings of rock and roll wrestling with it's tortured future. While the recordings may lack the nihilistic bite of the punk that would come later, the Noble Oval songs were created with the same spirit that made groups like the Sex Pistols and The Ramones possible.

"Today, whenever I play our songs for anyone, their first response is “That's not punk rock!!!,” Roxon says. "The problem is that the average person defines punk rock as music sounding and influenced by the Ramones, Sex Pistols and other groups in the scene in the later 1970's—what became the sonic definition of punk. But, to us in 1970, the punk rock movement was still six to eight years in the future. Punk, at that point, had not been defined. It was more of a spirit, an attitude and an image. And if it wasn't defined in 1976-77, it certainly wasn't in the early 1970's. So we, in our own way, were redefining the character of rock'n'roll. It should be fun, energetic, aggressive, rhythmic, spirited, and simple. In the end, a whole new generation of rockers discovered what we already knew.”

“In the early 1970's,” Roxon recalls, “So many musicians emulated and imitated the stars who stood at the top of the heap. Other than the ability to imitate, they offered little. They played in the same style, wrote songs that sounded the same, and looked the same. They laughed at us because, not only were we lacking in musical skills, but we had no desire to sound or be like them."

(Right: The Screamin' Mee Mee's)
Wolfgang and the Noble Oval didn’t officially break-up. Ashline went away to college and eventually (with friend Bruce Cole) became one half of the infamous proto-garage mindfuck rockers The Screamin' Mee Mee’s. The Mee Mee’s would continue terrorize eardrums throughout the ‘70s and '80s with basement recordings that carried on the ‘push record and play’ aesthetic Ashline had championed with The Noble Oval.

After Wolfgang and the Noble Oval Roxon formed the cult proto-punk outfit The Moldy Dogs in St Louis before moving to New York and forming The Tears, The Metros, and Walkie Talkie, for whom, legend has it Madonna once auditioned as a vocalist. Roxon rejected her.

"My later groups were serious attempts to become successful in the music business," Roxon says. "while we always had our kicks, especially in Walkie Talkie, we also had our disappointments, frustrations and failures lurking at every step up the food chain. Wolfgang and the Noble Oval never had this problem. We kept our musical aspirations simple and, in that sense, we were purist. As for the contemporary, universal rejection by our peers, it fueled us instead of infuriating us. We could have cared less because we really loved what we were doing."

DL: Stool Samples: Recordings from the Very First Punksters in St Louis
(A Note From Mr Roxon on the Recording: "Be aware that, within a few years of our recording sessions, TEAC four track recorders (and later, digital) were added to my arsenal. With hundreds of songs under my belt, I decided to begin a long process of cataloging everything and copied my cassettes to multi-tracks. One of my projects was to put the final touches on songs that were in unfinished states. So the Wolfgang and Noble Oval tapes were transferred, with overdubs of added bass, lead guitar and background vocals performed by myself. The original recordings are still there, but the overdubs add some musical depth and quality.")

Still Screamin' After All These Years: An Interview With Jon Ashline of The Screamin' Mee-Mee's

The Screamin' Mee-Mee's MySpace

Wolf Roxon MySpace

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

PLECOSTOMUS - DISCOGRAPHY - 2003/2007


Plecostomus is from Omaha, NE. They're a funny band. Not ironic funny, they're actually trying to be funny, in a serious way. By that I mean that they want you to laugh at their music. Which is great. They're part of a long history of bands like The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, Happy Flowers, and, Ween. The Ween link, by the way, is a link to a great video.

Their first album was called Welcome to the Ple-Ground. It included songs like 'Clam Chowder', 'Midget Sex', and 'I Drive a GEO Metro'. My personal favorites are 'Scrambled Porn' and 'Gnome Named Norm'. 'You're a Dude' is good too. 'Connor (Live from the BBC)' is about that idiot Connor Oberst from that stupid band Bright Eyes.

Society in General is their second release. 'At the Renaissance', and 'The Poop Song' are nice.

Oh, and the band is named after this fish:

Both of these albums contain over twenty songs, so I wrestled with the idea of just making a 'greatest hits' sort of thing, but decided to let y'all decide for yo'selves. Word.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

ZOOM - S/T - 1991 / HELIUM OCTIPEDE - 1994


Zoom was a band that formed in the late '80s in Lawrence, KS. They released two albums, their self-titled debut on the ill-fated but awesome Lotuspool Records, and Helium Octipede, which was produced by Greg Sage of The Wipers, on T/K Records. Then they broke up (supposedly due to a lack of support from their label) and morphed into about a dozen other bands that achieved small amounts of notoriety in the fledgling indie explosion of the 1990s, but nonetheless had a tremendous impact on underground music in the mid west, and Zoom drifted into obscurity.

There's very little out there on this band. I could only find a few things about Helium Octipede, and nothing about the self-titled album. Most critics label them 'indie', which isn't necessarily wrong, just insufficient. Zoom is a little more complex than your average 'indie' band, though Helium Octipede has it's moments of jangly weakness. Some critics think they sound like Polvo, but I disagree. Then again, I hate Polvo. Check 'em out and let me know if I'm wrong.

Best lyric: "Should have quit taking showers / Should have quit taking showers in the morning", from "7:30". Pure poetry.
Trivia: The lyrics on 'Letter from Allen' on Helium Octipede are a verbatim reading of a noise complaint a pissed off neighbor left on the door of their practice space.

Oh, and last by not least, the song 'Gary (Newman)' is an interesting cover of 'Cars'.

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Helium Octipede