Artist description the dada birthed an angel. the sound of which was recorded. CRASH! BANG! BIFF!

Music Style songs of the cultural bleeding heart.

Musical Influences Can, Joy Division, My Bloody Valentine, Syd Barrett, Morton Feldman, Neutral Milk Hotel

Similar Artists Grandaddy, Sparklehorse, Radiohead, Mercury Rev, The Flaming Lips

Artist History His pet moth was blinded in one eye, but Kevin didn’t care. He was usually preoccupied with his stigmatic sister who had recently departed for college so there was rarely time to feed the little aberration of the animal kingdom, let alone fret over its optically-impaired state. Kevin’s sister was thinner, more vacuous, and had a cleaner face but was obviously the less attractive of the two. On rainy Sunday nights just as the clocks were about to signal the birth of a new day (Monday) a gaunt, bubbly figure2 would sneak into Kevin’s room and whisper in his ear, instilling countless urges and desires that only a slumbering psyche would find intriguing. One day it paid off and he acted upon the subconscious messages, leaving five people (including his sister) dead in his wake. His best explications fell on deaf ears for the judge who presided over her much publicized trial was moonlighting as a poet at the time and saw it as his duty to deal out a ludicrously ironic sentence. Kevin was forced to admire the moth and become its lover, manager, singer, mother, and deity. It was in his 16th year at Hays Public School. when Mike mistakenly signed up for the wrong subcategory of Political Sciences. Instead of analyzing the chemistry of governmental structure (a dream spanning 3 lifetimes), hhe was stuck studying Political Biology. Perhaps it was the self-loathing brought about by this careless folly in curricular enlistment that made him pick up the moth. It was this event, after all, that simultaneously failed him out of school and ostracized him from society. An act with such intense ramifications must involve some conscious participation by the perpetrator, so it goes without question that if Mike knew the consequences of his actions (which is a given) he must have hated himself long before he took the moth home with him. Although the stigmata was present in all of his family, it was especially surprising when the early symptoms became prominent in Trey. So surprising, in fact, that when the school press received word, they camped in an old squatter’s shamble directly adjacent to his curtainless window and filmed every event that took place therein. But this was not to be an innocent exercise in post-recess (choose a word) inquiry. Finally, the Committee confronted Malcolm about their work as is explained here, in an excerpt taken from their collective diary.

Group Members Kevin Adickes Mike Griffin Trey McKnight Malcolm Pinkton

Instruments crazy seussian / messiaen-esque stuffs

Press Reviews " we crashcars into inevitable chorus_es: Make Me Talk." This has been found scrawled across the restrooms of America's indie venues. No one's ever quite sure what it means. Even the band themselves have confessed to befuddlement. In the Dirty City have been performing music together for lo-under a year and a half. Like their unique brand of toilet humor, no one really knows from where they came or how they met. They rarely grant interviews, despite having been offered by such webzine-luminaries as 5plondeid and Pinefork. Rather, they dole out their messages through skewered lyricism, dramatic stage stunts, and a black magic marker to the club's walls. Though occasionally known to wear their sonic forbearers on their sleeve, the group seems more comfortable melding their rampant experimentalism into surprisingly accessible song structures. Take, for instance, Healthy Smile off their forthcoming E.P. 'KAWSTOOM'. Within thirty seconds, a plainitive guitar gives way to glitchy, bubbling synths as singer Kevin Adickes croons "Who wrote this tired hymn to clean his hands, feet, bent arms, and cheshire grin? To write this song?". The song suddenly sways and ultimately falls leaving us with a brief, lo-fi acapella piece punctuated by the sound of a record skipping. Adickes finishes "When they circle round/Force you to breathe/Find me face down in a shallow creek". Healthy Smile then virtually rips itself apart with torrential guitar work and a creepy, lumbering piano reminiscent of the Walkmen's finer work. All this without sounding forced? That's only the beginning of the fun. THE band to watch in 2003.

Location Manchaca, TX - USA

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