Boston indie Topshelf Records has released a FREE 78 track sampler featuring songs from all the bands on their roster such as: The World Is A Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die, Have Mercy, Tancred, A Great Big Pile of Leaves, Slingshot Dakota, Defeater, Hop Along, The Sidekicks, Lemuria, Owen, Pity Sex, Citizen, Iron Chic, Pentimento and Many more!
Long Island Rock outfit, NGHBRS, have released the first-ever Instagram Music Video for their single, “Hold Up Girl,” on The Wall Street Journal, who called it “the cleverest DIY video since OK Go,” Check it out here: on.wsj.com/169yeaW. In less than 24 hours, the video has acquired thousands of views and wide praise from the music and tech industry-buzzing about the video’s unique concept, perfect execution and the standout track itself, which NYLON Guys calls, “the perfect backyard BBQ tune and full on festival jam.” Instagram has already championed the band’s creative use of the app, tweeting out the video over 26 million followers, fueling a stream of supporting tweets fromThird Eye Blind keyboardist Alex Kopp, Green Bay Packers player Greg Van Roten and Bonnaroo Music Festival‘s official account. Check out the video and be sure to catch NGHBRS on tour this fall with Young Statues.
NGHBRS frontman, Ian Kenny had the idea of using Instagram’s new video function for a music video, but credits the band’s drummer, Jordan Schnieder for pushing the band to follow through as the foursome shot hundreds of individual videos for each scene they cut into the Instagram app. “It was really challenging to pull off on our own,” says Schneider, who also edited the video. “It was like we were solving some strange two-month long math equation.” The band had to film each scene, map out how to seamlessly time getting from one video to the next. When asked how the band was able to pull that off, Schneider says, “We dove in head first, drank a lot of coffee and refused to sleep. It was totally worth it.”
“Hold Up Girl” is the single off NGHBRS released debut LP, Twenty One Rooms, which was released onJuly 16th via Paper + Plastick Records. Twenty One Rooms is the follow-up studio release to the band’s successful 2010 EP, Hellomind, which earned them high praise, including a write-up in The New York Times and spots on “Top 100 Bands To Watch Out For in 2013” lists from Alternative Press and AbsolutePunk.net. Purchase Twenty One Rooms on iTunes here:http://bit.ly/13psIcO
Fusing elements of alternative rock with catchy melodies, impressive musicianship, rhodes keyboards, and 90’s grunge,
NGHBRS has made it their mission to always separate themselves from the pack. Formed in the summer of 2009, the band revolves around a strong work ethic, an intense practice schedule, and a constant fire under their belt. Drummer Jordan Schneider and guitarist Thomas Fleischmann have been playing in bands together for the previous 8 years, when they began to collaborate with vocalist/keyboard player Ian Kenny. Excited and intrigued about their new-found exploration, they moved into a practice space even before writing their first song. The band acquired bass player Eric Vivelo, and wrote and recorded their debut EP Hellomind, which was independently released in the summer of 2010. The band’s infectious sound and theatrical live show have landed them on national tours and shows at some of New York City’s most renowned venues such as Irving Plaza, Highline Ballroom and Gramercy Theatre.
Torrential Downpour from Clifton, NJ were the winners of the 2013 MetalSucks band contest. The prize? The chance to play at Euroblast Festival in Cologne, Germany on October 11th! They shared the stage with The Algorithm, The Ocean and Twelve Foot Ninja. Torrential Downpour had the most votes out of the other 19 selected bands with their progressive metal / post rock sound. I remember seeing Torrential Downpour back in the day, at the good ol’ Lodi VFW hall on Union St. Now I feel old, so hopefully I’ve succeeded in making others feel aged too so I’m not alone. Sidebar, I think they would tour great with Clutch. Check out Torrential Downpour here and preview all the finalists below.
One day, not long ago, I fried some eggs, walked from the kitchen into the living room and turned on NBC’s The Today Show. This was a bad move to begin with. But then I heard the following:
“Jong su ke bo wi ji man nol ten no nun yo ja/I te da shi pu myon mu ko ton mo ri pu nun yo ja.”
The fork was halfway to my mouth when I stopped and looked at the TV, tilting my head to the side like a dog that gets confused by unfamiliar sounds. The eggs slid off my fork, and the fork followed, slipping from my fingers and dropping onto the plate. And then it continued.
“Eh, sexy lady/op op-op-op/oppan Gangnam style.”
It was apparently some sort of song, and it had come from the maw of a stocky South Korean man who flopped about on stage like an inebriated cowboy on the back of a horny stallion whose ass was on fire. He wore sunglasses for no apparent reason and was done up with a black bow tie and a tuxedo-like jacket that was roughly the color of the retch you’d expect to see on the floor had you overindulged on vodka and guacamole and then failed to reach the toilet.
My eggs and I had both grown cold as I watched this man pump his pelvis in grotesque ways. I presently became sweaty and short of breath, my skin got cool and clammy, and I had numbness in my right hand.
I thought I might be having a stroke.
But no: This was my introduction to Psy’s “Gangnam Style.”
I wiped some egg from my lips, put my plate aside and continued watching, listening. This man resembled most any jackass who wanders drunk after leaving a costume party after midnight, only to stroll into a nightclub about 15 minutes before last call, order a round of shots and begin dancing like an asshole.
His song follows suit perfectly. It jerks, it grinds and it breathes stench all over innocent strangers. And in that vein, it attempts to copulate with listeners using worn-out strategies: the same obnoxious gyrations, tired four-beat measures, bland instrumentation and other wishy-washy, synthesized horse hockey typically discharged amid your standard evening at the club bumping to generic house music. Listen to this and you may think of Los del Rio’s 1996 dance craze, “Macarena.” And then you’ll vomit.
Whatever. The motherfucker ruined my breakfast and left me feeling ill, so I thought I would look into the matter further.
Psy is a South Korean singer/songwriter who, just before Christmas, became the first person in YouTube history to pop the 1 billion cherry, luring this many viewers (and more) into the backseat of his van with promises of candy and making him the most-watched sideshow in the wild circus of online musical absurdity. And in achieving this high-water mark, he brushed back the likes of Justin Bieber, Katy Perry and Lady Gaga from the upper strata of the web.
“Gangnam Style,” which to me sounds like some sort of either perverse or extremely wonderful bedroom experiment, was released in July as the single on Psy’s sixth studio record. It debuted at No. 1 in South Korea, peaked at No. 2 on Billboard’s Hot 100 last fall, and has putrefied there for 27 weeks, holding now at No. 27. It’s been widely covered, parodied, remixed and in various ways regurgitated in numerous genres. And it’s topped charts in more than 30 countries, which, after doing the math, is approximately 30 too many.
And while decimating the eardrums and searing the retinae of some, Psy has reeled in all manner of high-profile folks who don’t seem to mind it. I’m talking folks like the President of the United States, the British Prime Minister, the mayor of London and the Secretary General of the United Nations. You know: them kinds of folk.
“They’re cooler than I am,” President Barack Obama told People Magazine recently, speaking of his daughters and explaining how he does Psy’s bizarre horse dance around The White House to embarrass them. “There are things I like that they think are cheesy, like ‘Gangnam Style.’ I love that.”
Obama is the only person I will not take to task for enjoying this song. Everyone else is culpable.
Psy is actually a 34-year-old man named Park Jae-sang, now the face of Korean-Pop, or K-Pop, a popular and longstanding movement that basically includes nearly every musical concept: pop, dance, rock, electronic, hip-hop and R&B, among others. He hails from the affluent Gangnam District of Seoul, South Korea, an area that he’s likened to Beverly Hills, California, and that is the subject of the song.
But as he told CNN last summer, “Gangnam Style” is actually more comedy than bling, as it mocks people who are not from the lavish Gangnam District yet pretend to be, as no one who is truly “Gangnam” ever boasts that they are; it’s only the imitators who are the braggarts. So he’s basically a Gangnam poking fun at non-Gangnams for being overly flashy in pretending to be Gangnam … I think.
Either way, I didn’t initially get the thrust of the song, since I don’t understand Korean. What I did understand in seeing and hearing Psy is that he bends and twists like an unusually flexible sea turtle dressed in various sequined outfits. He yawps more than he sings, peacocks more than he dances, and then force-feeds the upshot into the hearts and minds of listeners left weak and frail after years of shit radio.
And then he ruins people’s breakfasts.
But Psy isn’t some sudden east-to-west transplant. He attended Boston University and the Berklee College of Music (also in Boston) in the late-1990s, yet received degrees from neither school. Not coming away with big credentials, he upped the ante: He returned to South Korea to pursue a pop career and then busted out like a hell-hound bent on melting the brains of blameless people like British Prime Minister David Cameron and London Mayor Boris Johnson, both of whom apparently shamed themselves recently by doing Psy’s “inebriated-cowboy-on-the-back-of-a-horny-stallion-whose-ass-was-on-fire” dance.
The two British officials had met at Chequers, a mansion in southeast England that has long served as the country residence of the British Prime Minister. They later ate at a nearby pub. God only knows how many pints they drank, but I guess they had a fine time.
“After the lunch,” the U.K.’s Daily Mail reported in October, “the men returned to the house in relaxed high spirits. Mr. Cameron then whipped out his iPad and started playing the Gangnam video in the hall of the historic pile. To whoops of delight from their wives, and cheering from their children, he and Mr. Johnson aped Psy’s famed ‘horse-riding’ dance moves, complete with reins-holding and hands-on-hips routines.”
When I thought of the person currently residing at 10 Downing Street doing the Gangnam dance, and when I reconsidered the idea of the person currently residing at The White House doing the same, I suddenly had to hit the bathroom. I spent ten minutes in there; my memory is blurred, but it had something to do with intractable vomiting, heavy sweating and double-vision.
“Oppan Gangnam Style.”
Now, I understand that this is a viable dance song, and that Psy is a competent and veteran songwriter who has simply hit a winning lotto ticket. I also know that it’s catchy, well produced, finely choreographed and a fun thing to have thumping paint off the ceilings of bars and into the hair of frisky young adults. And sure, a deluge of club rats are riding on the backside of this romp.
But that doesn’t make it okay. Yes, it’s currently the flashiest sneaker in the stinking footlocker of contemporary music, yet it’s also the one most apt to cause injury due to untied shoelaces. In a year, I expect this song will go the way of the Reebok Pump, which swiftly attained commercial triumph and then died just as quickly in the early 1990s.
“Oppan Dodo Style.”
The English translations of the song (and there are disparities among them) roughly illustrate a man who is essentially trying to capture the interest of a high-class girl who’s really into coffee, like he is, and who’s both modest yet all about getting wild. Psy paints himself as an adoring and intelligent (yet covetous) fellow who wants to chase the biscuit as opposed to having it fed to him. Nothing we haven’t heard from Axl Rose.
The actual translation of “Oppan Gangnam Style,” according to The Wall Street Journal and ABC News, is, “big brother is Gangnam Style,” with Psy referring to himself in the third person. But there is some cloudiness about this, as some English translations have it as “Oppa is Gangnam Style,” which may have to do with the Korean-to-English translation of “oppa” and “oppan,” where “oppa” is apparently a term used by Korean women to refer to older male friends or siblings, while “oppan” is an abbreviated form of the noun phrase “oppa-neun,” a contraction suggesting that a more accurate translation might be, “Speaking of oppa, I like Gangnam style.”
By the way, I just discovered that I have a rogue nipple hair nearly half the length of my pinky finger. I took care of it, though. I also found a nickel in my shoe.
Sorry. Anyway, going back to Guns N’ Roses, the bulk of Psy’s official video is simply the same sort of butt-sniffing claptrap that some of us recall seeing every afternoon, back in the days when kids came home from school, grabbed some Ho-Hos and Fruit Roll-Ups, turned on MTV and actually witnessed music videos and not a phalanx of hormonal 16-year-old girls bitching about how they had accidentally gotten pregnant.
But let’s not forget the sins of Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer, New Kids on the Block, the Backstreet Boys, etc. Certainly, Psy is only the latest in a long line of blessed mediocrities sucked into and spat out of the same revolving door from which too many foul specters have emerged like wet belches (courtesy of such awful music deconstructionists as Simon Cowell), only to assail young innocents and leave pockmarks across their souls for eternity.
And sure, there are some dubious scenes in the Gangnam video. For instance, in the opening, he’s filmed clad in short pink shorts, his legs spread widely apart in some kind of come-hither fashion as his face seems to indicate that he’s having a major orgasm. All the while, he’s hanging out in some playground, where little kids are dancing around him.
“Oppan Gangnam Style”?
Well that’s neither here nor there. In the video, Psy mostly sticks to his dances. I mean, this guy just loves to dance! He dances under a bridge, he dances with very attractive and scantily clad women, he dances in a horse barn, he dances on a boat, he dances in a parking garage, he dances next to a carrousel, he dances in wind tunnels, he dances through busy intersections, he sits in a steam room while another guy dances next to him, and he even tries to dance in a pool.
Hell, I can’t understand why this guy sells! I mean, it’s not as though he’s drawing interest for the same reasons that exotic birds keep binocular sales booming. He’s not all that fascinating to watch, is he?
No, he is. And I suppose it just comes down to human habit: What people see, people do. Need I mention monkeys?
I must point out, however, that YouTube views of the inauguration of the nation’s first black President currently stands at 5,161,571, while views of “Gangnam Style” now stand at about 1,446,917,453. Now, to anyone interested in numbers, this means that Psy is about 231 times more popular on YouTube than the man who won the most historic presidency in the United States since George Washington. Of course this doesn’t surprise me: Many people simply love to chase things that move.
And speaking of this, I spent a painful time recently imagining this guy trying to come up with his signature dance, alone in his bedroom before a full-body mirror. He must have done this at some point. I considered these thoughts for a few moments, and then escorted myself into the woods, where I threw myself to the ground and beat myself unconscious with a slab of raw meat. I always carry beef when I walk in the woods, in case I have to redirect the attention of a coyote, or a disco horse-man.
After knocking myself out, I woke up later with a nosebleed, freezing, exhausted and missing a shoe. But I got up, stumbled back to the house, warmed up and fell fast asleep. I then had a dream, however, and it had something to do with fog machines, perfume, vodka, tight pants, heavy cologne, slutty women and the sort of insufferably repetitive bass beats you’d expect to be shot like stink-darts from the foul end of a sleek DJ set on making oatmeal of your brain.
Now, despite that this song has infiltrated the skulls of certain people currently holding the offices previously held by certain other people, like John F. Kennedy and Winston Churchill, do we need further evidence that “Gangnam Style” has become some curious form of black death?
Oh, we do? Okay, here: Psy was even lauded by the United Nations’ Secretary General Ban Ki-moon, who, according to Reuters, told him in October on a visit to the U.N., “You are so cool; I hope that you can end the global warming.”
“Fuck me!” I said as I read this. “I agree with the Secretary General! I also hope that Psy can end the global warming!”
“Oppan Cuckoo Style.”
But it’s not just powerful world leaders. Heidi Klum, at the 2012 MTV Europe Music Awards, called Psy the “undisputed king of pop.” Now, maybe I’m cuckoo style, but I thought we already had one of those. And as if belittling the spirit of our dear king of Motown wasn’t enough, the refrain, “Oppan Gangnam Style,” was entered into The Yale Book of Quotations as one of the most famous utterances of 2012. This is a publication that has for years authoritatively quoted the words of folks like President Abraham Lincoln, Groucho Marx and President Bill Clinton.
All this adds up to why I’m so gun-shy about touching the radio dial. It’s like walking by dark alleyways in bad neighborhoods: You never know when someone might throw a poison dart or slice your throat. Or it could be worse, in that someone might make your ears eat the musical upchuck of a short, chubby man who acts like he’s ordained to be musical gold, yet whose disposition suggests he would be more aptly placed entertaining at a kid’s birthday gala or as a fool in the court of some monarch.
Were the sovereign to behead him after a poor performance, however, I’m betting some crazy bastard would snatch Psy’s stupid sunglasses and sell the fucking things on eBay. I would.
Look, the current estimated world population is about 7 billion, and again, for anyone interested in numbers, this means that roughly 16 percent of the planet Earth has been exposed to this ass-stink (not accounting for repeated hits by individual viewers, of course). So I’m betting plenty of folks have heard it.
But for the few people who haven’t, I’d offer the same warning I received in the third grade from a good friend. He told me never to stand before a mirror in the dark and repeatedly say “Bloody Mary,” as this might conjure up a horrifying ghost. As such, I’d advise anyone that, if you listen to “Gangnam Style,” even once, you might summon a dreadful pop apparition that may thrust its junk at you and cause you to try pulling parts of your brain from your ear with a pair of tweezers.
I know this from experience. So please, be careful.
Anyway, after the performance ended on The Today Show, I shook off the sick and regained my appetite. I warmed up my food and tried to pretend that I hadn’t just dry-heaved for the last five minutes, and that the whole thing had been a bad dream. But it was no use. I looked at my eggs, and in the yolks, I saw the face of Psy. His mouth hung open, all orgasmic and smiling, and his neck moved as though it did not contain bones. He still wore big sunglasses, and he looked a bit like an ant or a housefly.
So I gave up and put my breakfast in the fridge. In the meantime, however, in my state of dismay and sudden lack of hunger, I had an epiphany. The music industry is like any living creature we tend to: It gets hungry, we feed it, and while it only makes us smile sometimes, it’s our job to try to nurture and clean up after it. This may mean we’re sucked into and spat out of the revolving door. But who isn’t?
I’ll say this, though: If any of us are the custodians of music’s current state, in that music is a plant or animal we’re nourishing, we ought to feed it wisely or not bitch when it tastes sour or grows to be petulant. There can be no generous output without generous input, right? So here’s how I see it: Hit radio has been hardily fed since its inception, yet for the last 15 years (with few exceptions), we’ve hardly fed it anything even approaching decent. So what has it been pooping?
We’re still here! A little behind from CMJ madness and the destruction of Hurricane Sandy, but NVMP is finally back online. We’ll be posting a few concert reviews over past month or so, so stay with us! Hopefully your smart phones are charged and you can enjoy some great reviews. Hope everyone stays safe and remember to be kind to each other. There is no reason for riots to break out at gas stations, conditions are bad everywhere. xoxo TNT http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2012/11/in_new_jersey_death_toll_rises.html
Bye Bye River St. in Hackensack, NJ
Seaside Heights Boardwalk, before and after. That’s the Jet Star Roller Coaster in the ocean.
The Stone Pony is doing fine in Asbury Park, NJ – JERSEY STRONG!
So it came to my attention that ABC is starting a new show. Before I tell you what it’s about, let me say how abhorrent I felt the concept of Big Brother, or even Survivor was: these staged “reality shows” depicted people in manufactured situations and try to film the so-called action. I like to think of myself as an independent thinker, so naturally, all of these I found repugnant. I thought the reality show craze itself was a superficial solution to the writer’s guild strike of 2003-ish. That somehow, we would get one or two seasons of these bullshit shows, and eventually, get back to actual television – that is where the line between reality and fiction is clearly visible: news or sitcoms, documentaries or dramas, etc.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Now we have tons of shows on the idiot box following people around as they live their lives, and even some that show people doing their jobs – wow imagine that, watching people work. In theory, it sounds about as exciting as a root canal. But sadly, the masses buy into this drivel. No article can change society, or at least not one posted on the internet, but I’d like to illustrate this vicariously-living cancer we, as a culture, gobble up hook, line and sinker.
Here is the breakdown of a new show coming to ABC:
“The Glass House,” the exciting and interactive real life and real-time reality competition where viewers are in charge of the game, premieres MONDAY, JUNE 18 (10:00-11:00 p.m., ET) on The ABC Television Network. In “The Glass House,” 14 contestants will live and compete for a quarter million dollars in a totally wired, state-of-the-art house, playing not just against each other, but also playing to win over the viewing audience each week. Both online and through their social networks, viewers will be encouraged to support and follow the contestants they like, their votes helping to determine which contestants are sent home and also which eliminated players will earn the chance to return to “The Glass House” to compete each week. But viewer feedback doesn’t end there! Several times a week, viewers can watch a live online feed of the players and vote to decide everything from what players wear and eat to the games they play, even where they sleep. Viewers will also have the chance to give their favorite contestants feedback on their game from outside the house. How the contestants use that information is up to them, because in the end it’s about who plays the best social game. The most important alliance players can have is with their fans!”
Now that you know as much as I do about this new television abhorrence – allow me to dissect it.
We are turning into a voyeuristic society – so much so that instead of going out fishing we watch Deadliest Catch. Instead of harboring our own primal instincts for self-preservation, we watch Survivor. We, as a society, are becoming more and more distant from ourselves, and more infatuated with the others. If it’s on the ol’ picture box, we eat it up, no matter how inane. Now we have social media working in concert with television to create a grand distraction of epic proportions. This reminds me of the Gerard Butler movie “Gamer”: where people control other people’s actions, simply because they can.
Now let me assert this: would you rather control someone else’s life, telling them to play monopoly and wear Capri pants and eat disco fries, or would you rather live your own goddamn life? Hopefully, you chose the latter, but apparently network television (and the research of the population they did – and trust me, they don’t do anything without dumping tons of money into researching it first) believes it’s the former.
Another question: where, how and when did we become so terribly, terribly voyeuristic? This is the equivalent of opting to watch porn over going out and getting some ass…doesn’t make sense when you look at it like that, does it?
I’m not saying I have a solution to this problem, as this is just a rant pointing out the “idiocracy” under which we all toil. Then again I do have a solution – stop watching TV and make your own life. Stop worrying about which dude the Kardashians are banging this week and concentrate on your own job, your own finances, your own relationships, and your own well-being. (After all, the economy is in the shitter, a staggering percentage of people are morbidly obese, and families are at times composed of complete strangers to one another) We are so obsessed nowadays with people who are special for being famous, and no longer infatuated with people who are famous because they are special. Fifty years ago, guys like Sammy Davis Jr. wowed us with their multi-faceted entertainment ability, and people tuned in to watch American Bandstand and other similar programs. Now people flock to the television to see which pageant mother is giving her daughter lifelong issues one inappropriate costume after the other. People are DVR’ing shows about Tori Spelling being with child, an actress who is neither talented nor relevant. Jersey Shore has tons of teens, tweens and even twenty-something’s obsessed with their douchebaggery, waiting to see how much more unattractive Snooki can get, both physically and as a humanoid.
My point is just this – the only reason this drivel is on TV or in the media is because you people keep buying into it. How about we have a renaissance of reason and enlightenment of the masses, and realize that these people are buffoons, and however “entertaining” they might be, they make exponentially more money than the population who slaves 40+ hours a week, and unwinds by watching this manufactured mirror of “life” unfold from the comfort of their modular Ikea furniture.
Shut off the TV, open your mind and get with a new program. This message is brought to you by Alexander ‘Stigz’ Castiglione.
We have lost a few great players in the music industry so far in 2012. Rest in peace all.
MCA (Adam Yauch) of the legendary Beastie Boys has passed away from cancer of his parotid gland and one lymph node at the age of 47 on May 4th 2012. Click here to read the eulogy for Yauch on the official Beastie Boys website.
This is a tribute to Adam Yauch from Coldplay at Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles on May 4th 2012.
On April 26th 2012 we lost influential New York deejay Pete Fornatale at the age of 66 due to a brain hemorrhage he suffered on April 15th. Fornatale was one of the pioneer free-form deejays on early rock radio station WNEW-FM. The station played long versions of songs and sometimes entire albums. In 1982 he started “Mixed Bag,” a program on Sunday mornings that emphasized singer-songwriters. I had the pleasure of being taught Rock n’ Roll in America by Professor Fornatale at Monmouth University back in 2006. Click here to visit Pete Fornatale’s official website. To honor Pete, his family requests donations to be made in Pete Fornatale’s name to WhyHunger, an organization he has been associated with since it was co-founded by his good friend Bill Ayres and the late Harry Chapin in 1975.
This year we also say good-bye to drummer Ritchie Teeter who played in The Dictators and Twisted Sister. He died on April 10th 2012 at the age of 61. No cause of death has been released. Here’s a video of The Dictators covering the Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” at CBGB’s on May 11th, 1977.
Michael Davis, bassist for the politically charged punk-rock pioneers MC5 passed away on February 17th 2012 at the age of 68 after being hospitalized from liver failure. Davis started the Music is Revolution Foundation to help aid music classes in public schools and was a successful producer.
Riot guitarist and founder Mark Reale passed away on January 25th 2012 after complications from his long-time battle with Chohn’s disease at the age of 57.
Also, Jim Marshall, founder of Marshall Amplifications (the ‘Father of Loud’) passed away at the age of 88. Many people in the music community showed their love of the man who created the iconic amps used by some of the world’s greatest guitarists. Slash made an online statement “The news of Jim Marshall passing is deeply saddening. R&R will never be the same w/out him. But his amps will live on FOREVER!”
What do you do when the world seems to be obsessed with the idea of vampires and you’re a punk rocker? Why, you create a comic book hybrid of both those things! Paper + Plastick Records along with Viper Press have unveiled its newest project in the form of comic book series called Perfect Teeth. In this fictitious world, art imitates life as vampires aren’t seductive predators, they’re dominating Billboard charts. In real world fashion, other major music labels follow suit, booking talent from some of Halloween’s most recognizable faces. If you have a Twitter account, you can download the comic for free here. But wait, there’s more! Not only has Paper + Plastick created a comic based on a group of blood sucking rock stars but they’ve brought the experience to life. Owner of Paper + Plastick Vinnie Fiorello, along with Stephen Egerton (Descendents) and Jon Snodgrass (Drag The River) have teamed up to create a single under the guise of Perfect Teeth that is to be released later this month. Visually, I enjoyed the content; its satirical nature and the whole look of it in general. It’s a cool, creative medium jam-packed with sarcasm.
In the wake of a serious house fire that claimed thousands of dollars in personal property damage, Paper + Plastick Records has teamed up with other labels and friends to present a 40-song digital compilation to help New Jersey-based publicist Rey Roldan. “Rey is a friend who works in music and for that reason, getting together this benefit was the most logical thing we could do,” said Paper + Plastick owner and Less Than Jake drummer Vinnie Fiorello.
Roldan, who owns Another Reybee Production, Inc., has 16 years of experience in the music industry as a journalist and publicist. His reputation as an industry lifer is built on his work with clients ranging from independent punk bands to large mainstream artists.
The compilation features 40 songs from bands like Yellowcard, Chuck Ragan, MC Lars, He Is We, Less Than Jake and The Sounds, and can be downloaded based on a pay-what-you-want donation. The minimum donation is $1.
Fiorello, who has worked with Roldan through his own band, Less Than Jake, and Paper + Plastick bands for over five years, said pooling together the compilation was almost second nature.
“Rey has been an ally with everything I’ve been doing in music for a while now,” Fiorello said. “So when I heard about the fire, I figured, ‘What better way to help Rey that by using what he has given himself to for almost two decades?’ And that’s music.”
We would appreciate a post linking to the compilation. All of the proceeds from the donations will go straight to helping Roldan in his recovery attempts.
1. The Photo Atlas – Jealous Teeth
2. City Rain – Montage
3. Arts and Crafts Movement – Los Angeles
4. Chuck Ragan – Wash My Feet In The Waves
5. The Gamits – Delusional
6. Edelweiss – Icarus
7. Have Nots – Louisville Slugger
8. The Front Bottoms – More Than It Hurts You
9. MC Lars – Bill and Sarah Wedding Dance
10. The Stereo – Home (Acoustic)
11. Strung Out – Firecracker
12. The Waltz – The Capitol Of Everything
13. Mike Felumlee – We’ll Find A Way
14. Brian McGee – Hold Sway
15. Hypernova – Extacy
16. King Raam – The Hunter (Shekarchi) (Feat. Esfund & Shara)
17. Red City Radio – Captioned For The Hearing Impaired
18. Veil Veil Vanish – Change In The Neon Light (Black Cloud Remix)
19. Reverse The Curse – The Space In-Between
20. Samiam – Dead
21. Landmines – Black Tide
22. VNV Nation – Nova
23. IAMX – Fire And Whispers
24. Killola – Stop It. I Like It
25. Polar Bear Club – Kneel On Nails
26. Picture Me Broken – Dearest (I’m So Sorry)
27. The New Rochelles – This Is My LJ
28. Candy Hearts – Good Enough
29. Direct Hit! – Monster In The Closet
30. Plow United – Header
31. Great Cynics – Twenty Five
32. Hank & Cupcakes – Hit
33. Yellowcard – With You Around
34. He Is We – Pardon Me
35. Weerd Science – Heaven Burns (Demo)
36. The Sounds – Something To Die For (MFMB Mix)
37. Miss Derringer – Bulletproof Heart (Live)
38. Meat Beat Manifesto – Easier Listening
39. Morning District – Bullet And A Brightside
40. Less Than Jake – Goodbye, Mr.Personality
What had been a random moment of scouring the Internet (Facebook in particular) during a boring period at work quickly escalated into a truly “Holy SHIT” moment, as before my very eyes I stumbled across a quick blurb from none other than BT at the very top of the Live Feed, featuring this very interesting piece of information.
Background info on following tweet from BT today:
– They’ve banned YouTube videos of mine they didn’t own!
– Not to mention emailed Warner Bros for 8 months about returning my masters to IMA & ESCM (both out of print for years.) Guess what they did? Warner Bros never responded & re-released both albums.
– Don’t pay Warner Bros for IMA or ESCM. I will release more complete new versions when I can.
What on earth was he talking about? Who did what and why? Thankfully, Mr. BT provided a link to help shed some light on this murky, yet increasingly intriguing post. So without further ado, feel free to click on the link below and judge for yourself.
***And extra props go to BT, as without him pointing out this travesty on a Facebook post, yet another MAJOR fuck-up by the industry at large would have skimmed by unnoticed, and the public might have missed the chance to witness a nail being hammered into the coffin of not just the music industry monoliths, but the entertainment industry. Cash rules everything around us.