Artist description songs about hating life, and laughing at it. allens is a recurring muse. we work in a spontaneous form, inspired by bizarre people and strange times. we like you, no, really, we do.

Music Style improvised psychic comedy folk and pop with some noise and rock

Musical Influences newark de., kaplans, hendrix, coffee, snapple, pavement, cream de wheat, grateful dead, longboards

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Artist History 4 masters meet in newark delaware as they drift up and down. united by music and hatred and love. the masters move to nyc and nj/ny suburbs and philadelphia, but keep the faith and make it a point to gather about twice a year to play and record some improvised reflections on their lives and the ones around them. its better than it sounds.

Group Members dodge - guitar, vocals, venom, hottness, brilliance, chops. lucas - guitar, keyboards, vocals, nugs, sexual content, nugs, house. uncle allens - bass, vocals, guitar, impersonations, farties, inspiration. mooney - drums, vocals, guitar, banjo, mandolin, recording, patience, coffee, layback grinds.

Instruments acoustic & electric guitar, drums, bass, percussion, vocals, keyboard, incidental and ambient noise, mandolin, flugelhorn, farts

Albums sabotage, good yalta, shitty yalta, 94th st. garage

Press Reviews Yalta: Live At D'Jais - Belmar NJ - Last saturday night, the local self-appointed "cosmic warriors of bargain rock" called Yalta showed up unannounced on the rickety stage at D'Jais in Belmar. No one was more suprised than the folks at D'Jais themselves, who had shown up that night expecting to debate the merits of James Joyce's "Ulysses". The band, donning sunglasses and hats of varied proportion (and not much else) stumbled in with their gear and set up fast, close to the exit, as if they knew what was to come next. Before the bouncers could hoist them off the stage, they launched into a mystifying sonic mantra, the only discernable lyrics being "Gene Wilder Acid Trip". While guitarist Lucas kept the bouncers off the stage with a series of kicks to the groins, bassist Uncle Allens promptly dropped his pants and addressed the crowd as post-alzheimer Reagan. the scholars of D'Jais were not amused. Yalta plowed on, oblivious and stoned, blending their jam into hendrix's "Crosstown Traffic" which soon crumbled into what can only be described as a John Philip Souza march for retards. At this point, the cops were already in route, as a D'Jais local named "Mike" stormed the stage and grabbed the mic from afro'ed Yalta guitarist/vocalist Dodge and proceeded to tell everyone in the establishment to "meet me at home" and how he's "never felt like this before", which is a typical reaction to seeing Yalta live. Within minutes of Mike's appearence, a strange sulphorous smell was being detected near Yalta drummer Mooney, as he appears to have shat himself while cought up in the moment. With only seconds to spare and flashing reds & blues outside, the boys set their amps to 10 and ran off the stage towards the exits, all the while chanting the inspirational accapella hymn "oh my lord". as the drone intensified within D'jais, the boys were already blocks away on their 4-man bicycle. Yalta left an impression on this reporter who thought he was getting Joyce tonight, he got something better. ---- article by Fritz Mortimer - Belmar Tribune Staff Cultural Reporter

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Location belmar, nj - USA

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