hamish kilgour, mark ibold, brix e. smith.
////ron house on tapes
Influences
earles & jensen.
Sounds Like
Breath in: snuff a line speed, a half hour jump on your cheap amplifiers, salad yet once a half hour with you yet cheaper guitar against the wall. Write eleven popliedjes, lay the emphasis on cryptic and forget everything your song teacher you ever learned has. Seek your neighbor girl on and tell her that your musics will make. Lay her emphatically from that she must not try to sing. Stick, now that you it really are, also just your tongue between her lips till you certainly are that they that rather has not. Give her then you eleven popliedjes and (optioneel) a guitar. Question her these eleven popliedjes with you together to not to sing, expect of it surplus. Mess what with the buttons on the amplifier, let the hamster of your neighbor girl also once over the strings run, sign the head of the father of your neighbor girl on the skins of a Bears Smit drumstel, call her feather ten-year-old little brother and lay from that its father him really real hatred. Breath out: and voila, Yourself Summoned.
Sounds good? Sounds in it really yet better. Blessed with a delicious dose ADHD-spontaneity and a fine nose for popmelodieën know Tim New Viking on Summoned Yourself a particular charming pot borrow-fi garagepop down to dump. A kind of contemporary version of The Shaggs, but then without the implicit family tie. More a neighbor boy-neighbor girl tie thus.
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for usa booking info: eric@groundcontroltouring.com
for uk/over the pond booking info: rebecca@elasticartists.net
Some months ago, ODIN, my father, summoned me to Valhalla. Outraged by the total lack of Norse languages in my lyrics he demanded a change of direction, or the sacrifice of all my fans. He gave me one more chance to conquer the world or else I would be replaced by my re-incarnated brother. ODIN handed me a 7 stringed dealer of death to nail my enemies to the gates of Hellheim. The strings were made by hair from Sleipnir and he took his nail and made a pick strong enough to impale my opposition. The Valkyries empowered my voice with impossible notes and demanded to hear them in all my music. At this crucial moment, my EP "Battle for the Mind" is about to be released. The 7 string dealer of death has served it`s purpose and the demands of the Valkyries have been met. In my song "Dropout" I commune my message in Norse language in the bridge.
On my birthday, the 7th day of the 7th month, I shall sacrifice 7 Moose and I hope that ODIN, my father, will allow me to keep my 7 stars, 7 strings and 7 demons.
I just want to say it was a pleasure touring with you fine people, and I want to reiterate the fact that you guys really know how to PUT A DONK ON IT!!!
Theres no other band id rather throw up next to in a bad german discotec.
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