hamish kilgour, mark ibold, brix e. smith.
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Influences
mperry for president.
shark fucks.
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.
I'm happy to report The Colonel (mrs old sarge to you) ordered me to turn you guys down last night when I was checking out the tunes in your player.... :)) ....'devil may care'....
Beth, glad to see you guys are still doing your thing (and quite well I must say). I have to see you all live when you're in Columbus again. Love the album.
thanks for such a great show in boston! it was one of the greatest moments of my life to hear you guys perform the early 80's, love your daughters, ladders, let your hair grow long, and allegory gets me hot, every song actually was amazing live, i hope your tour goes great, it was totally amazing to chill with you adam and hear tour stories, i had a remarkable time, i cant wait to see you guys live again hopefully for a third time this year! your music is one of the greatest joys in my life, if you guys ever need anything let me know, i totally wish i could go with you guys on tour and hear your music all the time. get high!!!! much love my friends, take care and hope to see you again soon!
Rip It Off is the hail-hail-hail-hail-hail-fucking Mary of my life. May the road rise to meet (or meat) you, Times New Viking. Oh, and I'm trying like hell to see you at Siren, because I would probably vomit/secrete other bodily fluids with glee.
COLUMBUS, OHIO, trio Times New Viking conjures a collage of indie-rock references. The musicians channel the lo-fi recording style of Guided by Voices, they flaunt the unbridled energy of early Pavement and they rival the Minutemen in brevity. They breeze through 16 songs in 31 minutes on their third album, "Rip It Off."
Even in such short songs, "lo-fi" doesn't begin to capture the noise they generate. Every song rattles with the chaotic blur of distorted keyboards and guitar, and the request on the back of their album cover ("please play loud") certainly conveys how intentional that clamor is.
But distortion doesn't mask the songs' innate catchiness. "Mean God" and "Drop-Out" have melodies that beg for a singalong. Of course, that's nearly impossible because the lyrics are indistinguishable beneath the layers of noise. But the words hardly matter; Times New Viking's enthusiastic yelps are matched in fervor by the band's joyous racket.
hey, dodgers are out of town on your next voyage... will an angels v. rangers game work? we'll see josh hamilton... hey, somewhere around the 7th hour of continuous play of RIP IT OFF on random for the last two nights, i noticed it's brilliant.. and you guys sure can load and unload an elevator.... fo sho
