Violet of the Pacific -- on vocals and the finest vodka the well will hold, Miss Violet sings songs of heartache and passive-aggression.
Mathrock Matthews -- the guitar master, we bow down before his Stratocaster. If he strikes you initially as distant, please understand that he's been up late for years on end, writing melodies to make you shiver. It's all for you.
Sweetheart -- the lovely one on bass guitar and occasional vocals, she smiles pretty while holding down the low end and keeping the rest of the band in line. She's taken, but she might wink at you if you ask nicely.
Silencio -- the latest addition to Strange Bird, he keeps the time with his supernatural rhythms.
That's all of us, except for our crew of beloved sound technicians, led by the Keelhauler, who come to our rehearsals and run the tape recorder.
Lest we forget....Rocksteady -- More cowbell? Less hi-hat, says Rocksteady, the sinister minister of backbeat, who has moved on, but is still in our hearts, and can be heard on our new demo. All hail Rocksteady!
Jonny Fairlane -- The Ross MacLochness to our Spinal Tap, he is gone but not forgotten.
Influences
MC5, Jonathan Richman, The Flaming Lips, Peter Paul and Zagnuts, Neko Case, Blue Oyster Cult, Calexico, Electric Six, Cream, The Mighty Chuck Prophet, Jim White,Throwing Muses, The Pork Torta, The Lyres, The Flamin' Groovies, Al Perry, Pere Ubu, Detroit Cobras, Porter Wagoner, The Glands, Aimee Mann, Mountain, the Bathroom Midgets, The Mighty Kong, The Black Keys, Wrong Hole, Mr. Airplane Man, Drunks with Guns, Beck, Homo Picnic, The Spires, Camper van Beethoven, Polaris, Jefferson Airplane, The Grifters, Green Glass, Stonar, Velocity Header
Sounds Like
We bring lounge into the garage, and spank it til it's sorry.
"Hauntingly attractive melodic rock with a hint of psychedelia. Lead singer Violet of the Pacific's beautifully classic voice leaves behind the essence of hard alcohol and empty barstools." -- Santa Barbara Independent, October 2007
Born in a brewery in Carpinteria, Strange Bird sings songs about lies, electricity and fire. It's melodic. It's loud. It's kinda psychedelic. We could use every adjective in our Secretary's Handbook (c. 1967) and still not describe the unsettling mixture of driving guitars and dynamic vocals that make up our sound. Come hear it. It's fun. We'll let you run the projector.
Happy holidays! MySpace rocks! So does the use of exclamation points! I'm breaking up with my girlfriend! She's taller than me and it's a problem! She gets the fruit that I cannot reach!
Just checkin' in to let you know that right now 3/4 of The Snobs are drunk. In different cities. And they're wearing party hats. They're not sure where they got them, but they're pretty sure that their self-esteem is much improved. But that's just tonight. Tomorrow morning is a whole 'nother problem.
Oh my gosh, your new song just made me dance on the furniture. I like that you can break someone's heart and spine at the same time. I hope your insurance covers that.
Yes, she has two coxs, but she don't care. That's just the type of bad-ass she is. She'll fuck you six-ways from Sunday and melt your face off with wit and musical madness.
