Tomi - vocals, guitar/noise, toys
Francis - guitar/oscillating sirens
TJ - guitar/facemelt
Tonton - drums, douchebaginess
RJ - bass, sound guy extraordinaire
Shinji Manheaven - spokesperson, toys, av guy, back-up vocals
Pilot - guitar, has the answers
Erwin - synths, programming, party music vibe
PJ - drums
Blaze Anne - organ, tambourine, vocals, PARTY! MOUNTAIN! muse
Cams - toys, oh-la-la-la backing chick
Jayme - guitar, drums
Paeng - guitar, harmonica, drunken birdy chirper
Jem - percussion, back-up vocals
Tim - percussion, toys
Angel - back-up vocals, toys, av girl
Raffy - violin
Whoever else there at that point in time...
Influences
There is no rock-and-roll! Where did you ever really see anyone claiming that there was? On the back of the bus? In some hipster hotel lobby? NO! BECAUSE IT DOES NOT EXIST! A bunch of half-formed pubescent acne-riddled fools thwacking away at their twenty-dollar guitars is not art! You find art uptown, at Lincoln Center, in George Balanchine's pneumatic tube of a brain! Art is not Dee Dee Ramone shooting speed in the Chelsea Hotel, or some cum-bag wannabe poet twirling around at St. Mark's Church in her long skirts! You can't live like that. Art is slavery, and rock is not redemption. It seems to me that growing up is war and vice versa and you have to react like that, and if you have to eat a dog, then eat a dog, and goddamn it, I don't feel like a man anymore, and Frank Zappa sold us out to the Russians, and I am shrieking now, shrieking, can you hear me? AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! My arms are growing horns!
We are friends, drinking buddies, hopscotch players, musicians, wannabe poets, attached, not so attached, unattached, a guitarmy, absurdists, noisecians, shroomed out, wheelin' and dealin', anti-radio, pro-interwubz, geeks, addicts, pimps, pank rack, diggers, brown, bums, slackers, students, workers, space sailors, galaxy pirates, interstellar refugees, riders on the storm, chain smokers, electricians, cinemaphiles, trashy, free, flexible, dreamers, activists, killers, lost souls of the ward, our own gods, born-reborn-unborn all at the same time, nihilists, anarchists, atheists, really religious, an hour of magic, pagans and their pagan rituals, love, history, pastiche, good ol' days, freedom, isms and doubts, dogmen and meaningful women, stoned immaculate, royal babies, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, the resident mockery of the last word, a traveling orchestra of gypsies, the love and terror cult, arms bent back, ghosts trapped in logs...
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Thanks for the add, check out the new songs and keep an eye out for the new CD due out in March of 2009. If you like what you hear remember to tell your friends.
