Sean Paul Presley; Anthony Atlas; Eric Butterworth is now drummer. Pete Hilton moved to Bulgaria to join the Peace Core, though he is forever one Nodzzz.
Influences
The SF Public Library, New York/New Jersey mental hospitals from the 50's and 60's, British New Wave singles from the 70's and 80's. California nude beaches. Nodzzz, etc.
We moved to California during the gold rush; we pawned our gold for guitars and rented a space on Turk Street in the loins of downtown San Francisco. Amid work and school, we devote a portion of our week to making music; this portion religious people call the "sabbath."
5.30 P.M. (italian time) 8.30 A.M. (west coastime)
After "Fuck California Dreaming vol I" Bubca Records and CellaRadio are proud to print ""Fuck California Dreaming vol II" that will be out in autumn for Bubca Records. CD Limited 100 copies only for friends like the other FCD. Some bands in the compilation are yet in other dimension... ...who care? They rules the same! Cheers! tab_
p.s. Many people are asking to me the old compilation that is out of print. Soon will be online for free download an html page with the tracks and the cover, so you can make by yourself the cd.
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus. The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus. Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too, Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out For Wichita in a pile of fruit. Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle. Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it. Slap that drummer with a pie that smells. Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus. The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus. Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
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