Artist description fuzzy folk pop project by jon and adam from the house proud town mouse (mp3.com/houseproudtownmouse). look out for us on tour in 2002 with antimusic missile. mp3.com/antimusic rock!

Music Style death folk, dream pop, garage disco, tape collage, noise pop, fuzzy warbles

Musical Influences the microphones, the swirlies, the gerbils, guided by voices, the breeders, depeche mode, ween, the cure, the smiths, the cocteau twins, nick drake, his name is alive, smashing pumpkins, sonic youth, of montreal, superchunk, portastatic, the field mice, the flaming lips, the jesus and mary chain, 50's doo-wop, flying saucer attack, spacemen 3

Similar Artists the microphones, the flaming lips, the swirlies, portastatic, the gerbils, the breeders, depeche mode, ween, the cure, the smiths, the cocteau twins, nick drake, his name is alive, smashing pumpkins

Artist History baby jesus said "let there be rock"...and it was so

Group Members jon - guitar, adam - drums, lynzee - pictures

Instruments guitar, voice, casio magical lights keyboard, organ, tape loops, drums, playskool drum machine, old casio keyboard, fuzz bass, banjo, clarinet, nose flute, tape manipulation, noise

Albums coming soon - pictures of clouds and sunsets EP, lying under stars with surrender in our stomachs (or the music of stars and forests) LP

Press Reviews jesus christ told me i was a good kid. of course i was dressed as robert smith at the time. once the bell will ring to me i'll spit up my gnome and let it go free. and when sweet jesus rides his chariot into the burning sun, then away with the gnome; he rides his fox to the frosty nun. sounds just like a spleen to me, you irritating tick and flea. throw down your sword, and come see me, underneath the lemon tree. my name is gee as in golly me who is my dee hee mo bee bee so bleedy. bleeding on my shirt, inside it does hurt, my soul will try to forgive you, but for now all i can do is cut you into little bits and throw you into a pond behind my pink house surrounded by the purple picket fence while you laugh at me like i'm some kinda fuckup well i'm not! ahhhhhh! girl party??? what's that motherfucker??? dig my innards with a spork, and keep your fingers from my fork. i'll kill your spleens in bloody good time, but for now just sit there and fiddle your dime. skating on a river in cold rain and snow, the flattening foxes are on the go go go! leave me to digest my intestine through a straw hat, or i'll blow up your face and i'll eat up your cat. illuminated expectancies of experienced fools, no one will let me borrow their tools. and if i don't get some new tools soon, i'll kill all your young and eat up the moon. with a spoon. in june. you loon. who has eaten our guiding light? oh go fuck yourself and don't be so trite. leave me alone to masturbate my scissor, or i'll box up your ears and i'll tell the RZA. he'll rap you to death with his funky fresh words, the RZA don't fuck around when it comes to little birds. words of blue birds in the sky make me cry, oh why oh why did she have to go and die?

Location jacksonville, FL - USA

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