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Artist description
Punk-ish band from Northern Calfornia. Mostly songs about getting dumped, an actuality we don't particularly enjoy. |
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Music Style
Punk Rock |
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Musical Influences
Weird Al Yankovic, Your Mother, All You Can Eat, What Happens Next? |
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Similar Artists
Weird Al Yankovic, Your Mother, All You Can Eat, What Happens Next? |
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Artist History
From summer 1997 through summer 1999 I rented a room off a house in the hills near Walnut Creek, California. If you were to look at a map, the canyon where I lived would be shaded and marked as “Undeclared Territory.” In fact, there was a sign at the beginning of our one-lane road that read “Private Property: Enter At Own Risk.” I think that meant I could legally shoot anyone coming down our road, but I took it to mean that cops and city officials couldn’t tell us what to do. Like the few others sprinkled along the road, our house was tucked away in the hills and surrounded by trees and foliage. It was quiet, secluded, and felt like Yosemite, but without all the tourists and bears. I talked to a Fed Ex lady who delivered packages in the neighborhood and she told me Jason Newsted from Metallica lived on the street. I never found him, but trust me, I rode my BMX bike up and down that road for months yelling, “Jason, dude, where are you?!” Anyway, the house came equipped with a trampoline, a hot tub, a hammock, a chicken coup, and, most importantly, a no-car garage. The owner was a genetic engineer who would bring home unmarked bottles, spray their contents on an empty patch of dirt, and a week later we would have tomato plants 6 feet high. He was also a musician and, between the two of us, our garage housed all the makings of a decent 4-track recording studio: mics, amps, soundboard, guitars, keyboards, drums, 4-track, et al... The only problem was that neither of us knew squat about recording. After a year and a half of living there, circumstances caused my mom to move in. Not only did she move into my same house, but my same room, as well. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time in the garage after that. I found myself surrounded by all the equipment I was taking for granted so I took it upon myself to figure it all out. Most anyone who records for a living knows that six months, using only free time, is not nearly adequate enough to effectively know about studio engineering. In fact, most of these songs were written and recorded in 2 evenings the week preceding my having to move, so all quality control issues can be directly linked to that. Never mind the shoddy song structures or the off-key singing or the Needs-Improvement instrumentation, blame it all on the lack of recording skills and time. Speaking of instrumentation, I tried to keep the drum machine usage to a minimum (Medley, Hot Buns and Do You Know?) by “playing” real drums myself. But in cases where I could not, in any sense of the word, keep a decent beat, I enlisted the drumming talents of my friend Bradley - the whitest, skinniest, most hairless boy I have ever known. |
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Group Members
Craigums - Guitar, Vocals.
Brad - Drums.
Seth - Bass.
Jack - Guitar. |
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Instruments
Toilet Lips |
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Albums
Love Songs Vol. I |
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Press Reviews
Morgan: There's no reason NOT to buy this. Catchy, funny, clever, good songs by the same guy who's been in 3 of the best bands from around the bay area (Your Mother, All You Can Eat, What Happens Next). The point is-- go out and buy this. It'll rock your socks off.Chuck.:great funniness. so good and as morgan sed great band he is in. this is very good and i have a three disc player and i can't take it out. rock out! chuck. |
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Additional Info
Toilet Lids |
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Location
Pleasanton, CA - USA |
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