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September 01, 2005
all my sour grapes are exported for grapeade
Joke songs. Some say 'classic', others say 'dud as fuck'. A proud tradition, stretching back to the time of the ancient Greeks, when wandering musicians would compose arrangements for their lyres and flutes to match the playful and amusing anecdotes that included such topics as: mistaken identities, swapped robes, oxen sacrifice bloopers, humorous plagues, etc. Like King Missile, like Blink-182, the Do Nots are part of this tradition.
This is my little brother(Sean)'s band, first of all (for those of you who missed this charade the first time around). They finished recording their demo, and it actually turned out really well. 5 tracks, sort of an EP, which they decided to title "Mechadroid Clinic". 'Fat Chicks' is probably the catchiest of the five, or at least the most interesting and entertaining.
One of the strongest elements in this song is the intro- the guitar's little buzzy figure at the start sets the pace for the drums and loping bass to make their entrance, and it's dramatic in a way; they actually manage to build some tension right from the get-go. I like how micro-sloppy the cymbal hits are right before the verses start, it's endearing in a weird way. Jo(h)n sings the verses on this one, telling the story of a hapless young lad who goes on a blind date with some rhinopotamus-girl who's carrying some major lbs. Right? Okay, so then in the chorus, which Jo(h)n and Nick sing (Nick is the one who sounds like he's passing a kidney stone and having a really bad temper tantrum at the same time), we find out that main character dude ends up marrying this hefty-hefty-cinch-sack of a woman and, in fact, embraces (perhaps fetishizes?) the Fashion Bug Plus kind of lady, on the whole.
The other best part of this song comes at 2:23, when the bass and guitars exert enough force on each other to form a Charybdian whirlpool-breakdown. V. pretty indeed.
the Do Nots may or may not become Famous One-Liners. Depends. Apparently there's some German band named Do Nots, so conflicts are bound to occur. Cease and desist letters flying across the Atlantic, perhaps crossing each other, tragically, in transit. You get the idea. Anyway, so if you're into this music and would possibly consider purchasing a copy of it, go to the band's website and get in touch with them kids (btw, my brother is the one all the way to the right, in the picture they have up), right here.
Posted by Kevin at September 1, 2005 12:26 AM
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