Juliet - Vocals, Keyboard, Guitar
Zac - Bass
Jill - Drums
Tim (not the guitar player in the picture with the beard)- Guitar
Influences
Roxy Music, Sparks, Slade, Suzi Quatro, Brian Eno, Sweet, Paul Collins Beat, Bowie, T. Rex, Prince, Little Richard, ABBA, HUNX and his PUNX, Dusty Springfield, Simon Turner, Redd Kross, Billy Childish, Elvis Costello, Graham Parker, The Archies, The Nazz, Shocking Blue, Wanda Jackson, Julie Driscoll, Nick Gilder, Hollywood Brats, Mud, Wizzard, Smokey Robinson, The Zombies, The Pandoras, bubblegum, powerpop, GLAM, 'n' country.
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GUEST TESTIMONIAL BY (the legendary) ERIK:
Willkommen, kinder of the unterwelt, to the site with the bite, the ground floor of the growl and purr, the locus of hocus-pocus. I've long lived in this nexus twixt 'zona and Texas, where, as everywhere, milky music floats aimlessly like wood cotton on the air, or froth on your latest latte; that is until some roiling arroyo of sonic genius storms your sad ass like a surprise colonic. And that's where The Foxx comes in!
Shocked that the best glam-rock/honky-tonk/music-hall/power-pop/boogie-woogie/hockey-puck(see "Rondelles," Frenchie)/monster-arena-rock musical amalgam the world (that's me) has ever heard arose here in the desert like a desert rose? Well, not the desert, exactly, the High Plains; where drifters drift in and drift out, but stalwarts like Zac and Jill, Slim Tim and Juliet hang tough as potted cacti that, if you set 'em out in the yard, send roots through that little hole in the bottom and hold on for dear life.
Thus, passing as mild citizens of this Wild West backwater, four feral Foxxes launch furtive nocturnal raids on the factory chicken farm that lies behind your fast-frozen multi-medicated American mu-sick.
Witness, on a given night, Foxx Force Four, from left to right: bassist Zac Stardust, tightly wound in denim and fun fur (faux at the collar, fast at the jawline), swinging his Mosrite like a sportsman casting for stars in the dusty rafters, while slinging low-slung laser pulses to your solar plexus; then trim Tim, the Foxxes' fourth guitar-for-hire, who came packin' tailor-made tunes and togs and who, though taller than any Beatle, extant or extinct, has that bobbin' fab-facility that Liver-spotted-pudlians will fondly recall, but with a Nashville fuzz and fierceness; next Jill, sitting pretty, still and straight, smiling slightly across the skins and brasses, broadcasting hot hailing frequencies with Mona Lisa cool; and lastly Juliet Legend, who fixes the firmament, fusing Tim's T-Rex licks, Zac's Cheap Trick thrusts and Jill's Chuck Watts winks with Bowie locks and Patsy inclinations, her lissome limbs as long as the indie-rock resume that made her the "most likely to tour Europe this summer" in her junior yearbook just, what?--ten?--twelve? revolutionary years ago? She might begin a set demurely, glancing up from the Nord Electro to punctuate a piquant phrase or polished chorus line, but warming to the task, her body language will expand until, stroking strings or slamming keys with graceful abandon, she kicks the air, kids her bandmates and kills the crowd with consummate kindness. And in this tumult you do feel ripe for the killing, for the coup de grace, blithely awaiting the merciful quietus of razor tooth and rapier claw until......it's over, and you stand whole; unharmed.
The Foxx make music that runs to the blood and hurtles to the heart, so I must believe that it is infectious. I've seen the evidence in the galvanized limbs of the newly exposed. So why don't I hear it throbbing and ringing from free clinics across the land, and overwhelming state-run hospitals elsewhere in the world? A riddle for the initiates, thou newly contracted carriers at large. Oh, little vectors! Take up this sacred germ, this precious pox; this Foxx! from these four corners and across fair seas, to philistines and pharisees. full far and wide!
To that end, drink deep from these canned mpegs, mein kinder, until I see you, and The Foxx (an animal best captured live) in the fur and flesh again!
Our s/t 10 song cd is available for purchase for $9.00 postage paid.
The 2 song 7" is available for purchase for $5 postage paid. Our second album, "Lila" is available for $10 postage paid.
Please send a money order or check made out to "Zac Webb" or you can myspace me for paypal instructions.
Send to:
The Foxx
305 Aliso Dr NE
Albuquerque, NM 87108
Check out our website at http://www.the-foxx.com to purchase via paypal.
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Hear: "Deus ex Machina" by Monica Demarco (of YYB) with Ken Cornell (of Vertigo Venus, et al. )~~~~Animental (from Brooklyn)~~~~Death Convention Singers~~~~The Jeebies~~~~"The Koch Curve Variant" by Heather Dea Jennings~~~~
Great to see y'all . . . hope you made it home safely! I think I saw the dude from Outrageous Cherry checking out your set . . . AND digging it (of course). Went to a final fun show last night with The Urges & The Cynics. Now I need about a week to recover. Come back soon!
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