Okay, two really old songs are FINALLY posted on the DEAD CONDORS site for you to devour before training counter-revolutionaries and slaughtering missionaries under the auspices of peacekeeping.
"Production"
Ron Draconis is the Phil Spector of loner/downer basement goth rape. He's the man behind the sound of Dusty's incessant barking and pleas. If this were another century, "Production" might have been a decent field holler. DEAD CONDORS finally find a place in the heart of Studs Terkel and Michael Gira.
"Honor Your Dead"
Who knew that recording tv hiss would lead to some really crispy asylum doo wop tracks? The gurgles and fizz are masterfully gutted by Ron Draconis and Dusty lays down some utterly worthless, yet charming Flo & Eddie moves before throwing himself into a woodchipper to avoid dates. Who knew serenading Cthulu spinsters would lead to rancid honeydrippin?
Please visit the DEAD CONDORS page and leave comments. Also, check out weirdorecords. com for equally delictable artists like PUFFY AREOLAS and HARD GOSPEL WITH CHILD. It's all from the same spooge. Be patient, weirdorecords. com will also have one or two DEAD CONDORS cds soon. Once we get out of Charles Nelson Reilly's teeth perhaps?
.F.'s Citay were very good, talented, and interesting. Krauty McKraut's Puffy Areola's, however, under the auspicies of the 'improv' banner, demonstrated a headache inducing cacaphony so bereft of any artistic talent, or redeeming value, that I was tempted to charge them admission to stay in the room after they finished. All you listening out there are advised to steer clear of this utter waste of time.
