Yumi - drums and panda-monium
Sammi - bass
Jenny-gram - girly vocals, keyboards
Jean - guitar and sass
Influences
X rAy SpEx, ToY DoLls, BaNaNa SpLiTs, JoSiE & tHe PusSy cAtS, MeNtOrS, GG & hIs MuRder JuNkIeS, HeAdCoAtEes, Ed GeIn, ThE DaNdY HiGhWaY MaN... AdAm AnT, LiBeRtiNE threads... sigh, yOur dAD, PaNdAs, PULLIPs, AfRo KeN, vODka, PiLLs, sugar & spice and all things nice!
Sounds Like
"I was on drugs once and I met a gaggle of disembodied flying girls' heads. Their ponytails swayed from side to side as they tried to seduce me while blowing pink bubbles with their chewing gum. This record [Night of 1,000 Ex-Boyfriends] makes me feel exactly the way I did when that happened." -Trashed Magazine
Like a freshly spawned phoenix launching from a Sanrio themed ash tray, The Holograms are back with more sugary pop confections to rot your teeth and spoil your appetite. So tap a vein, slam some insulin and brace yourselves for The New I Love You.
This sneak preview into the Holo's forthcoming sophomore release is riddled with joyfully debauched gems such as E-A-S-Y (an homage to slut-bags and Rodgers & Hammerstein), Fast Action (NASCAR or Cialis commercial... you decide), along with the EP's title track The New I Love You (a.k.a. The Clap, an innocuous little number about a dance - we swear)!
With their self-dubbed genre "bubble-scum" pop, the Holo's new delivery is so sweet and fun you won't realize how edgy it is until your gums are already blood drenched. Vocalist Jen's signature squeaky goodness lulls listeners into a magic realm where Jean, Sammi and Yumi continuously pelt them in the head with virtuosity and awesomeness! Listen carefully and you might catch a sleazy double entendre (along with other things). What more can you can ask from a pop EP? Get it out and spread it around!
Night of 1,000 Ex-Boyfriends (2005)
An overdose of pilled-up pop and toxic teenbeat, Night Of 1,000 Ex-Boyfriends sounds like it was unleashed by a gang of unsupervised twelve year olds whove spent the past two years starving to death on a diet of wine coolers, Spaghetti-O's, and Otter Pops while staggering recklessly through the naughty nocturnal wonderland that exists on Cahuenga Boulevard between Sunset and Hollywood. The cheerleader-charged My Sharona-meets-Gary Glitter sugarpop of the opening Are You Ready For It (which tackles such Hello Kitty-friendly lyrical issues as cherry pies and whipping cream) hardly sets the stage for the rest of the set, in which the girls reveal their whacked-out party plans via forays into nonsensical nightclubbing habits (Scene Whore), pills n thrills (Weekend Bender), obnoxious late night phone calls (Drunk Dial), and necrophilia-obsessed boy toys (Death Boy). Produced in random spurts of intolerance by the tenacious tag team of the Dwarves Blag Dahlia and Bradley Cook (Foo Fighters/Distillers/Ataris ), the album explodes with monster-sized guitar riffs, cute-but-kinky vocals, and an unhealthy obsession with getting wrecked on school nights, and -- in the end --successfully captures the sonically-satisfying results of Josie And The Pussycats getting carjacked by the Misfits. Perhaps crazed scenemaker/record producer Kim Fowley actually knew what he was talking about when he proclaimed the Holograms prove once and for all that Satan must be female. Are YOU ready for it?
TRACKLISTING:
1. Are You Ready For It?
2. Drunk Dial
3. Scene Whore
4. One Time Only
5. Your Ex Is Turning Tricks Again
6. Head In The Sand
7. Death Boy
8. Weekend Bender
9. Domestic Bliss
10. Monogamy
11. The Ghost
PRESS:
Our coolest song continues its yin-yang identity thing with Teenacide’s Holograms this week. With their West Coast-teenage frustration-dirty mouth-up yours-sexy rumble-doll attitude, they are definitely yin. -- BILLBOARD MAGAZINE
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Porqoi? Seriously, these girls can rock. And they were so quick to get back to us all the way from Tokyo. We like rock stars who can meet deadlines. The Holograms album sounds as if it were unleashed by a gang of unsupervised 12-year-olds. They make us want to play Atari. -- JANE MAGAZINE
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The perpetually carefree cheerleaders. The dye-drenched punkettes who do naughty things behind the bleachers. The good-grade-gettin’ girlie girls who somehow find the time to exchange countless Hello Kitty–imprinted notes... The Holograms are all of these. Though they sing about drunk dialing, scene whores and weekend benders, these bubbly nymphs never come off too tough or trashy; their sugar definitely trumps their spice. Their cartoonishly cute outfits, sassy stage banter and übercatchy, bubblegum-buoyant choruses (as heard on their Teenacide Records debut Night of 1000 Ex Boyfriends) helped the Holograms win our hearts this year... and that of Little Steven Van Zandt, with whom they’re in talks to collaborate. -- LA WEEKLY
The Holograms! You are most delicious! We’re popping in to send you greetings & salutations! Please accept our well wishes & love. Are you a pharmaceutical enthusiast? Then you may want to eat more fish. Recently, fish caught over by wastewater treatment plants (that serve 5 major cities in the U.S.) were found to have traces of pharmaceuticals. The consequences of extracting sweat from used bath towels and teaching young monkeys proper dental hygiene are religious confusion and the inability to become self-actualized. Contrary to popular belief, putting dirt in your eye will not resolve the issue. A freeway is a particular type of road that is designed for high-speed maneuvering of motor vehicles, making pulled pork sandwiches, and pulling the limbs off of live lobsters and lemurs. The Ohio man was charged with drunk driving after crashing his motorized bar stool (powered by a deconstructed lawn mower) through a supermarket glass plate window – subsequently hospitalized for minor injuries and eating an ostrich (Leviticus 11:16). We wish you an abundance of blessings, peace, love, and happiness. The meaning of life is to live it; and love God. Let’s go caving!
Online Now!
