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Bad Apples Bio-2009

Hailing from New Haven, Connecticut, Bad Apples is a rock/funk trio consisting of James Albis (Rhodes, Moog, saxophone), BJ Felsted (bass), and Dave Witter (drums). Drawing on such influences as Steely Dan, David Bowie, and Talking Heads, Bad Apples continue to impress every new ear that hears them with their catchy melodies, lively harmonies, and tight grooves.

2009 has been a busy year for the band, as they released their second studio album, Today Begins at Night, in July and then embarked on a two month tour across the country to promote it. Today Begins at Night continues and expands on the blazing path set by the trio with their debut album Home. Lush vocal harmonies, layered keyboards, and the addition of a 6-piece horn section give the album a tremendous palette of sounds that can’t be ignored. Fueled by funk, R&B, and rock, Today Begins at Night is sure to cause a stir with powerhouse songs like “Lucky Day,” “New Age Prophecy,” and “Scotty ‘n Me.”

Project413.net dubs Bad Apples “a perfect example of another overlooked band,” but this is far from the case. In the two years since Bad Apples started touring, they have played well over 200 shows in 18 states across the nation, building up a legion of fans from coast to coast. With the addition of a live horn section, the Bad Apples sound captures the attention of anyone within earshot and doesn’t let go.

Keep up with the band at www.thebadapplesarebitter.com . And remember, if you’re not dancing, you’re not listening.

You can also purchase Home at Cutler's in New Haven, Connecticut and the Princeton Record Exchange in Princeton, New Jersey.

Home album review in Bootleg Magazine

On Home, Bad Apples come across as a jam band more interested in having fun than filling ears with long winded musical journeys. There are lengthy numbers on the album - fueled by jazz and funk resulting in amiably dance ready songs for the hippie crowd as much as the next square in the room.

The trio finds inspiration and fruitful creativity through funk, rock and even rap on one track ("Moses Poses: Private Eye"). On "Acid Reflux" the bounce is layered with popping drums and playful keyboards. The jazzy and soulful strut of "Jackpot" is reminiscent of The J. Geils Band and Smashmouth fused in an after hours club. Singer (and drummer) David Witter’s deep gut vocals are tempered with coffee and whiskey, raspy like Dr. John and throaty like a New Orleans street preacher. "The Smell" is wonderfully nervous, think "House of the Rising Sun" with a faster pace and sweeter harmonies. Its carnival-esque piano driving rhythm makes it a standout among the variety of songs on Home. However, it’s the plodding rhythm of "I-95" that illustrates the smart complexity of the band. It plays evenly – steady drumming and keyboards that sound like a xylophone and guitar that exercises restraint along the way, building just enough to tease but never achieving more than it needs to be. But "It’s My Time" is an album highlight, funky and catchy enough to bridge all the races, and "Days" flows like honey. James Albis’ driving piano notes coupled with organ cut deep, rolling over one another like playful children. It’s a song made for radio airplay.

Bad Apples are Steely Dan meets Smashmouth meets Blues Traveler meets Ben Folds Five - many things all at once with nothing going wrong in the mix. Home represents Bad Apples refining their sound and serving as a peek into their future as a dynamic rock band.

Mike Grau knows best.

"Sprung from the cracks in Connecticut sidewalks. Pushing the air in front of themselves at such a rate as to cause a molten shockwave to arri ve 10 minutes before the first song begins, it's The Bad Apples. They are built from pig iron and cigarette foil. They lock eyes with females in the audience. They perform songs without a net. They float to the ceiling and suck the audience with them through the blades of the roof mounted compressors that have powered Buddies Tavern since the late 40’s. The Bad Apples are back and the fun begins here. Voted “Most Horrible Band Load In” for 2008, as well as “Heaviest Keyboard Instrument” at the 2007 Asbury Music Awards. We love The Bad Apples at Buddies. They get to the club, they order 6 to 7 plates of food, and then they gingerly lurch musically from the silence, breaking the hearts of the ladies, and beaming grand smiles down upon the men who wish they could be just like them. Like the pecan encrusted flounder that they all enjoy from the menu, The Bad Apples are spicy, heart healthy, and a break from the normal fast food musical choices of the local dirt covered angry factory workers. First 2009 appearance, missed only by the stupid and the weak."-1/08/09

"Like a new plague splashed from the molten core of the Earth, The Bad Apples are once again available for viewing from multiple angles. These keyboard based modern day tramps of the elusive two step will shower fans with bright originals and barely recognizable failed cover-song efforts. They bring fresh levels of cool to crowds who wonder who they are night after night throughout this American region. To reach the greatest possible fan base they both agree and disagree on popular topics of the day. They are a jolly good bunch of showmen who, to my knowledge, have never taken a human life. They are smart, quick with a smile and a handshake, and as untrustworthy a group as you're likely to meet anywhere. We love them dearly and are looking forward to their ultimate demise. Not to be missed."-4/29/08

"Don’t let the name send you running, these Bad Apples are Good Eggs. They are somewhat mysterious and seem to have a secret agenda which may or may not include world domination. They have keyboards and drums…and singing and drama. They make you feel good about life as they reprogram you to “their way of thinking”. Fantastic originals, sprinkled with an occasional cover version of a song they have no right going after. Solid built American entertainment, with a written warranty to back it up."

"Some hint, The Bad Apples deliver. They are chronic and demonstrate diminished motor skills. They seem alien to the backdrop. They are perfect and seem ready to produce feats of mental concentration. They bend light. They lock you down without the slightest hint of being dragged in. They are bullies. They are cruel and without a conscience. They are constantly popping up on the Buddies roster. If everything in this world was measured by cheese, they would be on display behind safety glass. They are museum cheese. And we love them. Not to be missed."

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