b. armijo.-all instruments
brad turner-five string bass, synths, percussion
ian scholfield-drums
Influences
jaou gilberto, andy partridge, john mcentire, dave gregory, robert smith, colin moulding, tim green, mark hollis, shrimp boat, burt bacharach, jeff parker, alan douches, neil halstead, mark clifford, the chicano from chicago, poney p, marc bianchi, kevin sheilds, suzanne vega, the funk brothers, marvin gaye, morrissey/marr, lou reed, bobby conn, alphonse mucha, john herndon, david sylvian, thom yorke, the kadane brothers, antionio carlos jobim, aubrey beardsley, lee harris, barbara morgenstern, graham sutton, jim o'rourke, ?eustlove, chad taylor, kip mccabe, sarah peacock, sam prekop, los hernandez brothers, lennon/mccartney, am an set, ari up, budgie, michael mayer,
The Bedsit Infamy fuses the sounds of college radio favorites like the Smiths and I.R.S. Records-era R.E.M. with the gumball synths of early MTV staples by the Cars and Talking Heads.
Billy Armijo's shimmering guitar work and Brad Turner's Motown-inspired bass patterns drive the tunes out of your speakers and into your heart. A crazyquilt of analog keyboards (along with hanclaps, woodblocks, yelps, whistles and other throwbacks to 60s multitrack psychedelia) turn up like Easter eggs with each listen.
Armijo's crooning about lust in the supermarket and crushes on sitcom stars conjure a John Hughes comedy set in a David Lynch world. He's the guy you've been best friends with since junior high but wouldn't let near your little sister.
Mastered by Alan Douches (LCD Soundsystem, Sufjan Stevens), "Lungs My Heart/Blood My Stomach" is a razor-sharp, high-fidelity ode to suburbia.
hello loverlies! come up to ft fun tomorrow night to see us, eh! the weather should be pretty good i think and you know we are yearning to see each other! <3
Yeah! Fuckin' stupid shitty ass bad luck! Fuckin' A! Anyway, I'm over it. It actually helped me discover I have Tourette's, stupid-shit-fuck-damn (at least that's what I sound like when I walk around looking for a job). Anyway, whatever. At least I live in a sweet house now. And at least I can always throw on the Joni Mitchell, kick back with a glass of chardonay, and laugh at poor people. Wait, that's the opposite of what I can do! Shit! And I hate Joni Mitchell! Anyway! Just kidding, it's no problem. Jobs are not the hardest thing in the universe to find. All is well in the world, actually!
Nope! I'm not. I'm going to make that July 24th Larimer show, I think. Don't throw rocks at me or anything if I flake, but I'm pretty sure I'll be there!
