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Roxy Monoxide, aka Birdy Arania; and for Moira Scar, Saphoid.
(guitar, vox, keys, t-sax; and for Moira Scar, drums, t-sax, keys, guitar, vox.)
LuLu LaCorpse, aka Gamma Ray; and for Moira Scar, Pelvis.
(synthesizer, sampler, vox, keys, trombone; and for Moira Scar, synth/keys, vox, trombone, drums.)
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and introducing our new drummer, LV.
Together this new triad will be delivering new sets of our all original songs that is both a "best of" from our past sets/recordings, but also most alluring of freshly surfacing decompositions, all done in our most heart thrashing and evil big beat prancing theatrical anti-fashion, with four big live shows in July 2008 being our premiere performances together.
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((drums on "Past Lives" by Jackie H. Polka; drums on "Future Cells" by Philip Haut Couture; drums on "Live, From Ragnarok" by Krispy Pickles Corpse.))
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Influences
honing our particular (which, witch?) craft: musicianship and mediumship, ninja and slacker, imagination and imbibement, and all the assorted autromonts, however one spells anything these daze, and when what was wrote by who and why, and other co-opted, so we re-co-opt, art, love, revolution, and are corroded, radiation, deviance, alienation, anti-scene, science fiction and horror movies and other such pulp and or oral trashy drama's, primordial android, desire, sex, drugs, noise, creatures, heart beats, death
and books, many books from many different times and lands. (and tangents and runon sentences and after-thought mixed with random thought and talking with our peers and communicating across boundaries, breaking down borders, ((strong psychick boundaries are a built on these magick three)) (ancient mythologies, uncensored fables, comic books, the classics, trash pulp, essays on culture and politics, philosophies, poets, genet, baudelaire, rimbaud, borges, toni morrison, stanislaw lem, pk dick, audre lorde, unknown street and toilet poets, zines by sugar fixx.) and the sea, the ocean, mystical worlds. dreams, nightmares, insanity,
individuality, antagonistic yet still somehow working together: getting over our princess complex, still standin up for our criminal ethics. And friends, peers, artists, collaborations, communications, conflict, enemies, enema's, anima, Lifes a Drag, get used to it, don't know if we will but we do do our do; birds nest, animal sounds, natural disasters, smoke stacks, struggles for human equality and dignity (the autobiography of malcolm X), queer tranny trashy feminism, class war, animal and evironmental rights activism, giving a shit while still being a debauched emotionally challenged jaded yet revirginized creature. death rock, dirtheads, gutter punks, the street, rap, metal, jazz, the blues, ancient transmissions, future time capsules, rachel carson, busdriver, billie jean king, rod serling, william blake, carl jung, sigmund freud, sapho, rasheed wallace, lorena bobbit, douglas sirk, hubert selby jr., emma goldman, fruit flies, the corner store, perez prado, tuvan throat singers, noam chomsky, rumi,
oh, more music, wendy carlos, ennio morricone, serge gainsburg, david bowie, louis armstrong, billie holiday, christian death, joy division, alien sex fiend, sammy davis jr., judy garland, bo diddley, bessie smith, blondie, maria callas, xenakis, peter thomas, messian, cramps, great composers/performers/musicians from all genres and times, vladimir usuchevsky, bruce hack, ramones, no wave, clara rockmore, cab callaway,
little richard, x-ray spex, lucille pamela, diamanda galas, iggy pop/stooge, moans, kraftwork, new york dolls, hanoi rocks, lords of the new church, deepthroats, mutilated mannequins, musique concrete, ronettes, supremes, shanga-las, sam cooke, and more and others, dada, gutterpunx, pigeons, known and anonymous, persian scale, lost cats, subway, africa, asia, middle east, mission district, outer space, inner basket case; and cinema: verite, surreal, exploitation, underground. eye luv graffiti.
Sounds Like
muse ick
"Friskey Oblivion" performed live, at the Clarion Alley Festival.
"NightClub Cadavers" done in a secret hovel.
"Ass-Sass-In-Nation" live, at Lipo Lounge, Chinatown. Bonus Trivia question: do you know where Roxy and LuLu are walking in the intro.?
a shadowy live version of "Doppelganger Twitch"
"Barbary Ghost Revenge" music video
a snippit of "Dreamtime Creeps", live at Dolores Park.
We are "The Floating Corpses"...dead wave no skool sewer rock, aka "Angel on the Nod and the Phantasy Defylment"...sinthetic punk riot ghoul sleaze,
aka "The Gutter Ghoulz"...alien grooves, broke robot blues...
the corrupted soul yet not sold out spirits of rock n roll playing on spacecraft stereo sinking into psycick pudding on alien world. punk ethics, not bought aesthetics, we hyperventilate and faint it, damaged diva under chemical moon, devastated ghost hauntings, we who will not look the other way, we remember and forsee, dripping wet and wild, what were we talking about? recently released "Past Lives" recording, soon to be released "Future Cells" album...(NOW AVAILABLE! "Future Cells/Past Lives" double cd, self released, just professionally mastered and individually put together by the band members themselves! Plus live warehouse recording, "Live, From Ragnarok'. Yet now we move to another faze, building on what we have honed, giving our all, in passion and precision, to doing the best live show execution of our songs as possible, putting together the best of songs from past sets, with the most interesting of new material, honed to the next level, fully alive, a one of a kind seathing, oozing, antagonistic, moving experience.
Formed in apocalyptic fevers in the year 1999, by Roxy Monoxide, doing guitar and vox, with Frog Fopa on bass, we were a blues punk band with Shannon Crackstem Rose and Annie Rexic being our first two drummers. Then in 2002 LuLu Larceny joined the toxic stew, fullfilling our desires for trans-dimensional breakdowns. With Nori, DeeKay, and others on drums, as a four-piece, we played hundreds of fucked up and freaked out shows all over california, underground and in antique theaters, house parties, bars, clubs, warehouse, on the street...
Roxy Monoxide and LuLu Larceny, sisters in slime, morphed into a two piece band, our "Angel on the Nod and the Phantasy Defylment" creation, Break and Take out on the town, gonna bring this scene down. Bringing our noise rock deviant postures across the country and into outer space.
Recorded "sixty minutes of muse ick" and made dvd/video "the lust early sneers". Also, more recently but in this vein of our reed bodies, "a spell to break the mind control" cd.
and then we became three, the triad of devastation, The Floating Corpses of future cells and past lives are incarnated, live from ragnarok and beyond, Roxy and LuLu; and, for "Past Lives" with Jackie Polka on drums; for "Future Cells" Philibotanist Haut Couture on Drums; for "Live, From Ragnarok" Krispy Pickled Corpse on drums; and let us introduce you to our present and powerful new third member, LV on drums. Hell, we are an orchestra sometimes, guest musicians and dancers, a party and seance, trashy tube amp rock guitar, organ keyboard, analog synthesizer soundwave rhythms/harmonies, live played samples, lead vocals emotional and android, backing vocal ghost melodies, and the live monster beat, move those mean feat. dandy-phied punk rock disco in shitty city. experimentation, emotionalism, and damn! we are fucking excited, depressed, rock, jazz, imagination, defiance, subsubcultural potty mouthed poetry, tranny bukowski ripped up granny gear, big daddy in her platform pink heels and leather corset, voodoo spells and mathematical equations to break the mind control, primordial sludge that makes you move, all wrapped in our poisoned candy pop, come dance, come sing, scream, stutter, dream of an underground where the dispossessed and other different beautiful messes can digress and conceptualize, grafitti the city, fuck the scenes, no more hyped retro fit of mediocure shit; something untold, magic and mold, gloom glam weirdo nerd flamboyant drab drama thinking winking wonderment,
come freak out with us...
(Wondering about what I'm even trying to say or get across, wrote this so long ago, but still would rather say something and rethink it, be a bit embarressed, dated, or egotistical even, and leave it, then to take no chances at all, not gonna give myself too much to this corporate webpage anyway, we still believe in real life interactions, to be alive, yet we are all being driven farther down the river, into the sea... hence our name:we call attention to the dead, to the floating corpses, to draw attention to all of ours mortality, as well for the longstanding punk rock n roll unreasons, the seasons may change, but the cycle continues, but for how long?)
The Freak Mafia, a loosely knit group of friendz and fans of the floating corpses, is our DIY dis-organization bent on such notions as glamourous anarchy and keeping it surreal, feel feel feel feel...
keep in touch, we need allies to help remember in these times of amnesia,
comrades in resistance to product/thought placement, subconscious colonization, self policing by the so called subculture, creatures as meat for the slaughter; Defy!
"gutter ghoulz cumming to your town" we wanna tour the world, we can make up our own minds, as you hopefully can, but we must remain flexible, challenging internal and external bigotries and phobias, but we are really here to try and create a monster, we play our own songs, some creepy, some emotional, some to get you moving physically and on the psycick planes, "dreamtime creeps, so to speak". conversation, we are attempting communication, what are you thinking about? why?
We self release all our music, which is available thru us via snail mail, at live shows, and at a few independent record stores.
We are open to an independant label releasing some stuff by us, plus we need to play the length and girth of the globe many times, anyone wanna kick down some travel expenses? let's get this show on the road, Sao Paulo here we come!
whoooa. last night lead me to some great places. aww. i hope you all like the painting i made for you all. i really made it with you guys in mind. i havent painted in years also. last time i paint was like 4 or 5 years ago. youall inspired me. daamn ions in the air. hope you need a bassist someday.ill try out. otherwise i could just design some outfits. kisses muchos!!!!
thank you so much for the snakeskin, im going to patch it on the skin of the white one. Once again, another inspiring night of music and interesting conversation.
i love you guys and i am so glad to reconnect and yes i am so gonna make that show at the uptown i was pretty wasted last night wish i was a little more sober so i could of had an actual conversation instead i problem just spit out a bunch of verbs
hey, sweeties! i had such a great time seeing the lulu and roxxxy show at the trannssstage last night! you guys were amazing! you brought out the alterna-queer in all of us that night... your costumes were amazing as always, i think i am in love =) xoxoxo cookie
