A Million Dollars Worth Of Music (2007) The Fucking Eagles' debut fool-length CD on Gaptooth Jukebox
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"This Tacoma band branches out by injecting some seriously catchy power pop into their potent blend of ‘60s garage-rock and high-energy R&B on their excellent 2nd album. There are fewer Gerry Roslie-style primal screams this time around, but more harmonies and hooks, not to mention great songs." - Don Yates, Music Director KEXP 90.3 Seattle, August 2009
The Fucking Eagles Cover the Flirtations, Prep Fab New LP
"The Fucking Eagles' joyous new album, Midnight Sour (out Sept. 1 on Gaptooth Jukebox Records), includes a cover the Flirtations' "Nothing But A Heartache". Amid all the buoyant, instantly memorable garage-rock winners the Fucking Eagles pump out on this 13-track disc, there's this valiant rendition of a northern soul classic, done with sloppy-kissed, flush-of-new-love fervor. It's not as sublime as the original (not much is), but the Fucking Eagles deserve credit for tackling such a shiny gem and for having the great taste to know about it in the first place." - Dave Segal, The Stranger, August 2009
"An album of bouncy, raw rock and roll jams too catchy not to love (and check out their cover of the Flirtations' "Nothing But A Heartache.")" - The Seattle Weekly, September 2009
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THE FUCKING EAGLES - A MILLION DOLLARS WORTH OF MUSIC
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"This Tacoma band's debut album is a sweat-soaked dance party of old school garage-rock injected with high-energy R&B in ways reminiscent of modern-day rockers like the Hives and the Oblivians, not to mention a variety of more vintage sources including Mitch Ryder, the Human Beinz and hometown heroes the Sonics. The songs are split evenly between covers and originals, but whether they're digging up old soul chestnuts from Gino Washington and Sir Mack Rice or tearing into one of their own catchy originals, they bring a feral intensity and unbridled enthusiasm that's utterly refreshing." - Don Yates, Program Director KEXP Seattle
"Though their name possibly stems from a hate-filled music review in The Big Lebowski, these Tacoma, Washington rockers are anything but slackers. Their studio full-length debut, ‘A Million Dollars Worth of Music’, produced by Johnny Sangster (Mudhoney, The Briefs, The Makers, Murder City Devils), was issued via local label Gaptooth Jukebox earlier this year.
The Fucking Eagles are bad boys with hearts of gold, flip-flopping between rowdy and righteous. Often compared to the now-defunct Oblivians, the raucous quartet is a distinct breed, employing strutting lyrical antics and infectious, lo-fi guitar chords. Album opener "Baby I'm Coming Home" promises loyalty with unwavering drumming and classic Little Richard-like howling to solidify singer Atkins' case. The instant foot-stomper "He Won't Love You Like I'll Leave You" includes a ballsy anthemic hook not suitable for print while "Out of This World" returns to the wholesome side with a 1960s surf guitar riff and catchy punk rock sing-along vocals." - Emily Youssef, SPIN
"THE BEST OF 2007 ~ KEXP's JOHN RICHARDS' LOCAL STANDOUTS OF 2007:
Blue Scholars – Bayani, The Valley - The Valley, The Blakes - The Blakes, The Cave Singers - Invitation Songs, Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank, Das Llamas - World War, Arthur & Yu - In Camera, Pleasureboaters – Gross, Feral Children - Second To The Last, The Fucking Eagles - A Million Dollars Worth Of Music" - John Richards KEXP Seattle / Seattle Sound Magazine, January 2008
"Rowdy garage rock throwbacks the Fucking Eagles put on one hell of a show - gritty, sweaty, often profane dance-punk infused with Detroit-style soul and the occasional unabashed Etta James or Gino Washington cover thrown in. With a distinctly lo-fi sound and an unrivaled swagger, these Tacoma boys have taken the Seattle scene by storm over the last year and a half." - Seattle Sound Magazine, Febuary 2008
"Tacoma’s own garage rock sensation The Fucking Eagles strike back with their latest release (and second LP on Gaptooth Records) Midnight Sour. The follow-up to their immensely popular first album, A Million Dollars Worth of Music (also on Gaptooth), Midnight Sour keeps to the previously laid formula of catchy pop anthems mixed with the sensibility of R&B and the grit of low-fi garage rock. The ‘effing E’s have received a good deal of praise for their no-nonsense approach to playing live — and indeed they remind me of a time when I actually moved around at shows (okay it still happens here and there). While I’ve not yet seen them play, I’d be willing to bet a week’s worth of street dogs that no one in the crowd ends up in the same place they started.
A quick listen to “Gentleman’s Blues” sends the mind packing for simpler sounding days where rock ‘n’ roll was made of steamy riffs, purified solos and boiling choruses. It’s not hard to hear band’s like The Sonics and Thee Headcoats floating their influence here – but the real gem to the band’s lineage is their clear admiration for, and possession of, soul. A highlight to the band’s latest effort comes midway through Midnight Sour with a cover of The Flirtations classic “Nothing But a Heartache,” onto which the band asserts its special blend of bravado and heart. Sort of like a three-way high-five between Chuck Berry, Etta James and Jerry Lee Lewis, The Fucking Eagles are the perfect soundtrack to an evening cab ride, even if you did just get nailed in the face with a coffee mug. Fucking fascists." - Allie Bishop Pasquier, KEXP
The Fucking Eagles, Ty Segall, Jeff the Brotherhood, the Beets
(Comet) "The Fucking Eagles have a new Johnny Sangster–produced CD called Midnight Sour. Ty Segall just put out one of my favorite new CDs of the summer, called Lemons, on Goner Records. For me, seeing them both play live, for the first time ever, at one of my favorite bars in the city, is gonna be anything BUT a sour lemon. I think it's gonna be the sweetest lemonade I've ever tasted. And I know I'll be thirsty, because both bands make sweet and celebratory garage rock that you have to dance to—or at least bounce around to until your hair sticks to your forehead in a sweaty mess." - KELLY O, The Stranger
"Greetings from Seattle, where it's cloudy, wet and about 15 degrees cooler than it was when I left New York on Friday. Fortunately, the residents of the Emerald City have plenty of indoor diversions to keep themselves occupied - not the least of which is a vibrant music scene, primarily centered around the clubs on Capitol Hill. Last night, I ended up in the Comet Tavern on Pike Street, one of Seattle's oldest bars with $3 beers and an $8 cover for a bill of 60's-sounding garage that seems to be all the rage out here on the left coast. (See Oakland's Thee Oh Sees.) San Francisco's Ty Segall combined trippy chords with off-kilter beats, while Tacoma's The Fucking Eagles brought a full-on rock revue, complete with a pair of tambourine-wielding backup singers and an absolute beast of a drummer who had more energy than the rest of the band, combined." - Feast Of Music, North By Northwest Review, Sept. 2009
"Besides having the greatest band name of all time, the Fucking Eagles are Tacoma boys from way back...The band’s lineage has included former members of Tacoma bred grunge-era rockers Seaweed, but the new millenium requires a greasier approach. The Fucking Eagles take inspiration from crude Detroit-style R&B and cruder Memphis-style garage punk, with a blunt savagery that only experience and alcohol can provide." - Fred Beldin, Seattle Sound Magazine / Bob Seger Liberation Army
"These guys should change their name from ’The Fucking Eagles’ to ’The Fucking Awesome’. They went on first last night, and it was one of those rare occasions where I was in "jaded scenester" mode, ready to suffer through the opening band I’ve never heard of in order to get to what I’m there for, and was not only impressed, but completely blown away. They stole the show from The Tripwires and Girl Trouble - no easy feat. GREAT energy, very easy to watch, and the drummer is a maniac. They remind me of the Statics at their prime, and also conjure up images of the Drags, or maybe the Fall-Outs with more distortion." - Puget Sound Live Music, June 2007
The Fucking Eagles, Ty Segall, Jeff The Brotherhood, The Beets
Saturday September 5th at the Comet
"Tacoma rock and roll band the Fucking Eagles -- named for what one can only assume is the Dude's loathing for seminal country rock band the Eagles -- celebrate the release of Midnight Sour, an album of bouncy, raw rock and roll jams too catchy not to love (and check out their cover of the Flirtations' "Nothing But A Heartache.")" - SB, The Seattle Weekly
"Goddamn, the Fucking Eagles do that whole jangly garage-rock thing right: raucous and loud, spirited and sweaty. The guitars are messy, the bass is heavy, the keyboards keep the dance vibe strong, and John O’s vocals drip with attitude and swagger." - The Stranger, August 2007
“Theirs was a rousing set of greaser-surfer-garage rock, and I’m looking forward to using a kiosk that doesn’t block Google searches with the word "fuck" in them, so that I might better give credit to TFE’s outstanding drummer. You ever hear someone compare a drummer to Animal from the Muppets? They need to be kicked in the mouth and put in front of this drummer. Yow." - Sam Machkovech, The Stranger, September 2007
“The Fucking Eagles went on first. To be honest, they were the real reason we went to this show. I saw TFE’s a few weeks ago at the Jules Mae’s and they just rocked rocked rocked me. I was glad to be able to see them again. They have the craziest and absolute best drummer I’ve ever seen. I don’t normally pay all that much attention to drummers, but with this guy, it’s impossible to not be drawn in by his energy. It’s as though he’s missing a few of his top vertebrae, the way his head spins around. I don’t know how he managed to simultaneously stay on beat and on his chair. He’s amazing. His drumsticks move so fast that they look like those fiber optic wands that dumb people buy during street fairs. He’s always definitely worth a watch.” - Seattle Post Intelligencer, November 2007
"I love the Fucking Eagles. This is not an endorsement of a twisted Don Henley project, but a recommendation for a new Tacoma band…Sounding like a more abrasive and chaotic version of Reigning Sound’s garage-soul punk and operating with enough petulant attitude to erase Tacoma’s reputation as a musicians’ wasteland.” - Hannah Levin, The Stranger, March 2007
The Fucking Eagles, the Girls, Leaders, Guitar Magazine
(Comet) "Like their peers in Asheville's Reigning Sound, Tacoma's the Fucking Eagles have garage rock down pat. From the rousing multivocal melodies to the rowdy, fuzzed-out guitar work to the pounding toms and tinny, warm production, the Fucking Eagles' sound seems to originate from that genre's heyday rather than from this decade. Dudes knock out covers and originals with equal aplomb, and if their live show is half as good as their recorded material, tonight will be well worth the price of admission. Maybe there's something in Tacoma's water that facilitates great garage rock. Reportedly, the band have a concept album to be released in August, however, which is totally prog of them." - The Stranger, June 2009
"Speaking of music on the margins, it’s a safe bet that any band called the Fucking Eagles isn’t going to find itself in heavy rotation on mainstream radio anytime soon, but that’s not stopping me and almost every other DJ at KEXP from falling in love with the group’s Oblivians-influenced sound and playing it as often as we can." - Hannah Levin, Seattle Weekly / KEXP dj, April 2007
"The Fucking Eagles rock the way that anyone who uses the f-word as an adjective in their name should. Unpretentious, with loud guitar parts and choruses you want to sing along and drink cheap beer to. One of the best rock bands in the Northwest (they call Tacoma home), they are always one of the most consistent and entertaining rock bands around and never fail to deliver an excellent set." - Chris Burlingame, Three Imaginary Girls
"The Fucking Eagles also blew me away with a crazy blues and soul influenced mix of rock ’n’ roll. The sound is a throwback to the 60s when rock and soul were much closer then the two genres are now. The music just has a certain groove that gets into people and can’t help but rock out. The Fucking Eagles are fucking great." - Disheveled Magazine, September 2007
THE TOTEM IS STRONG
"The Fucking Eagles are the niftiest fake band of the half-moment. A mutantry of contentious quality that proffer the new old-timey, void of a coherent thrill line. Posing interlopers, hack-happy chancers. Self-aware maladroits ghost-smithing varied scraps and hooks yoinked from a dusty American R&R narrative to scratch out a shameless howl & dumb wholly steeped in barren third-world city sophisticrap affectations.
Starting as the unfunniest of jokes in 2005 in the arsenic drenched, barren landscapes and history-heavy bar back-rooms of industrial old town Tacoma, Warshington and imbibed on shared no-lifetimes of toxic smelter air and Rosalie ghost stories, the quattro seek to serve up all that smoky sweet raw-packed haunted-city ware in loud, can't danceable, junk soul form.
Never mind the caustic name and the faux-tough airs. Ragged good-timey frug & shug is the totem - cooing with the excellently bedheaded masses to unfold arms, unfurrow brows, get on the feets and fuck out loud right along with as they lame their place in rock'n'roll non-history. The soul-full-of-it and the soul-less, the doo wop and the doo wrong, Brill Building tenant discards, and all manner of clunky rhythm'n lose not-so-originals and shoulda-beens/sorta-weres from a mutant cadre of inspirators: Gino Washington, Kitty Love, Oblivians, The Syndicate, Bobby Long, Chuck Willis, Flat Duo Jets and more we won't implicate here - all now unwilling recipients of an expertless musical mistreatment and stuffed into the mercilessly contrived and ineptly fuckocted Fucklets' repeturd."
- Gaptooth Jukebox, 2005
MIDNIGHT SOUR ~ THE SOPHOMORE FULL LENGTH
Release date: September 1st, 2009 (Gaptooth Jukebox Records)
TFE’s new opus ‘Midnight Sour’ is a loosely conceptualized album diarizing looming cracks in the Tacoma party time continuum and the alcohol infused, misery-guzzling heart-sick bruisings of Tacoma’s thirtynothing set…PARTY DOOM!! But T-Town’s sweatiest party-faithful aren’t looking to clear the room with gloom, but rather rollick in celebratory stride and full drunken-savant embrace of the dooming T-Town social narrative. ‘Sour’ aspires to provide a triumphant hilltop house-party soundtrack not just for the T-Town alcohoi polloi, but all the party worn un-pretty gritty city mutantry hanging on to not hang over across the realm.
Continuing on the soulful, raucous trajectory established on their 2007 debut, ‘Sour’ effortlessly weaves appropriately ragged garage totems, pop punk drives, boy/girl group harmonies, beered-up campfire slur-a-longs, and ample nods to the R&B inspirators that informed the band’s conception. The albums’ jangly, jerky, almost gospelic closing offers the parting thought in a massive sing-a-long chorus echoing the group’s seemingly proud sense of self-defeat ‘…fail this well again’. Tacoma on your doorstep people. – Gaptooth Jukebox, 2009
“Get there early because the opening acts are pretty amazing in their own right. Tacoma’s Fucking Eagles carry on that loud, raw R&B/garage sound in the tradition of T-Town greats The Sonics and Girl Trouble and like Roy Loney they give each performance everything they’ve got.” - Seattle Power Pop, May 2008
"Jeffrey 'The Dude' Lebowski hate the fucking Eagles. But the Dude would abide these Fucking Eagles. The band blends old-school punk with classic rock for a playfully aggressive sound that's interlaced with surf, blues, gospel, and, well, pretty much everything. The emphasis here is on full-group call and response, creating a rowdiness contagious to anyone with earshot." - AP Kryza, Willamette Week
"BENDER 2009 - Friday Feburary 6th
King Louie and the Loose Diamonds, Static Static, Harlan T. Bobo, The Fucking Eagles, Bare Wires, Pure Country Gold, Coco Cobra and the Killers, Meercaz, Thee Headliners
[ROCK AND ROLL] Tonight's Slabtown Bender kickoff features the dirty-ass New Orleans-Memphis rock stylings of King Louie and the Loose Diamonds (Louie is famous locally for playing keyboards on and co-writing much of the Exploding Hearts' Guitar Romantic), and a performance from the Loose Diamonds' own Harlan T. Bobo. Bobo makes excellent soft-acoustic country pop on his lonesome, and his latest album, I'm Your Man, is an honest, soulful solo effort with smart lyrics and a menagerie of stylistic departures. It's also pretty chill on the whole. Everything else on this bill, especially the Fucking Eagles, will rock your face off with whoah-along lyrics and ample distortion. Earplugs, people. - Casey Jarman, Willamette Week
"The second annual Slabtown Bender gets underway tonight in Portland at the Slabtown bar, and is fully packed slot to slot with some of the best rock'n'roll you can find out there. Tonight's showcase features the local act The Mean Jeans who released their debut 7" on Rehab Records and a new single on Dirtnap at any second. Playing the perfectly timeless and retarded sort of pop tunes that turn bong hits into lifestyle choices, Mean Jeans are on the same page as their forefathers, the Angry Samoans. Following through with the powerpop, the next act Pleasure Kills hail from San Francisco and play a cleaner version of the genre with female-fronted vocals, sweeter melodies, and less of the beer-pillaging antics that make Means Jeans so great. Vancougar, the four-piece all girl group from Vancouver have the next slot on the bill, and fit in nicely before Bare Wires hit the stage. Tic Tac Totally Records is slated to release the Bare Wires debut full-length LP sometime soon, along with a companion VHS (yep, the medium isn't dead just yet) featuring two of their music videos. Up next, Pure Country Gold, the blazing Portland two-piece have completely redefined the post-Gories blues shtick, turning it back into the escapist, ass-slapping party vibe that's more suited for these troubled times. And with a follow-up performance from the Fucking Eagles in the next slot, who also play a sort of booze gospel/cooze blues sound, I'm sure the bare floor at Slabtown will turn into a sloppy pool of stale beer. As a closer to Friday's showcase, as if by some mystical order, King Louie returns to his (other) Motherland to perform as King Louie and the Loose Diamonds." - Brett Cross, Victim Of Time
"Friday night brings Tacoma's The Fucking Eagles, who sound something like The Ramones wandering through Johnny Cash's forest fire. Though you might be thinking, “this is just another group of bearded dudes with the word ‘fuck’ and the word ‘eagles’ in their name,” the inappropriate lyrics and freaky organ work of “He Won't Love You Like I'll Leave You” or the gutter-guitar energy of “Hurricane Lucy” will be worth catching." - Jeff Guay, The Daily Vanguards' Guide To The 2009 Slabtown Bender
“The Fucking Eagles, though, are not "that type" of band ("that type" being a jokey band that has seen the classic stoner film a few too many times). They are a throwback from a time when rock and roll predated the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. They clearly love Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, and Big Mama Thornton. With their rockabilly, rhythm and blues, and good old-fashioned rock and roll sound, they would not be out of place on stage in a honky-tonk bar dodging beer bottles 50 years ago. The band, a four-piece ensemble from Tacoma, took the stage with the traditional setup and played to a nearly packed Sky Church for about 35 minutes. The set was enormously entertaining, and certainly one of my highlights of Bumbershoot. One reveler summed it up best by exclaiming to his significant other on the way to the exit that he was "a new fucking fan of the Fucking Eagles"." - Three Imaginary Girls: Bumbershoot 2007 Live Reviews
“There are a few bands in this town that I always keep my eye on. Whenever I see their name, I know the show’s worth paying attention to. The Fucking Eagles are one of those bands. Face it. The Fucking Eagles rule. Not only do they have “fucking” right in their band name (which just screams dangerous, doesn’t it?), but their grimy garage rock meets maximum R&B could be the soundtrack to our city. The Fucking Eagles always put together killer lineups, too. When you see the band scheduled to rock, you know the whole night will be good. The Fucking Eagles, Roy Loney and the Longshots, and The Tripwires will play Bob’s Java Jive this Saturday. It’ll be one of the best shows this week. Hands down.” - Matt Driscoll, Weekly Volcano
"It’s a misnomer that eagles fuck while in flight. Eagle courtship does, however, involve elaborate and beautiful nuptial displays, both calls and aerobatics, including swoops and frantic chases. The most dramatic courtship behavior witnessed in bald eagles is called “cartwheeling,” in which the pair of potential lovers fly to a great height, lock their talons together, plunge toward earth, spin out of control, and break away just before they hit the ground. That kind of describes the sound emanating from The Fucking Eagles. The Fucking Eagles will celebrate the release of their latest bit of wax, Midnight Sour, Friday, Aug. 21 at The New Frontier Lounge. From their official MySpace, “It's called Midnight Sour and it's a concept record! Holy bad ideas!". The Fucking Eagles are a beautiful blend of garage-punk and groove. If you know the band, and can remember seeing them in concert, you may recall a lot of sweaty people dancing. Some of them lock talons, and many of them plummet to the ground. But they don’t stop moving. Because the Fucking Eagles fucking rule. - Paul Schrag, Weekly Volcano
"The Fucking Eagles suck. Friend of mine got their album and I listened to it, half of it is bad covers of good songs. From what I hear they're young so if they have good taste I guess they have a shot at not sucking in the future." - John Smith, http://smithbellcraft.com - 3/3/08
"The Fucking Eagles are a spin off from Seaweed? Man, I didn't know that. Seaweed treated me like dogshit on a project I worked on for them. It was a HORRIBLE experience. They actually left messages on my phone calling me names. Their production artist re-designed a cover I did for them and it turned out lousy. They wanted their money back. Their response was to blame me for their guy's incompetence. I played that tape for friends for a long time as proof as my experience with them. Man, I didn't know. I don't think I'll be bothering with the Fucking Eagles, now." - Art Chantry, www.artchantry.com - 3/3/08
"I don't know what your guys deal is but Im the one who deals with The Fucking Drooges stuff and noticed you denied us.Whats the deal.Whatever your reason was.We aren't on here to solicit our music.We are getting out there to the bands and promoters to put on good times for people and if they want to friend request us then cool.To me it sounds like you got a big head and came off not as The Fucking Eagles but as The Fucking Dumb ass. We were only trying to swop or hook you up with shows.I also book Longview,Portland and Seattle not that you need help but connections are always a good thing to have and thats alls were here for.Just curious as to why you denied us and now you know why we are here." - Toby, www.myspace.com/tobauchery
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Hey right back atcha, you guys (and gals too). We were just going to give you a comment...that show was a blast! You rocked as you always do. We thought the whole night was magic, probably because Ryan from the Plastards was dressed as a wizard. Anyway, congrats on the new CD too and we know we'll see you again soon. Keep rockin'!
Holy hell, that was a wonderful time of tunes last night! I literally couldn't stop my body from dancing, even through sheer exhaustion, lol. As a new drummer, my jaw dropped at the proficiency I was lucky to witness, and you were ALL that good!
I will definitely see you at the Acme on Oct. 3rd; I have friends in GT and the Plastards too, gotta show the love to you all.
(And I loved Gaptooth Jukebox's perfectly poetic review of you above.) ;)
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