“Build God, Then We’ll Talk” by Panic! at the Disco

The band: Panic! at the Disco (four 19yo catholic prepschoolers from Las Vegas).

The tune: Build God, Then We’ll Talk
(mp3 3:40) from the album “A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out” [download].

I found this via delicious?

Meet the band: [annoying official site] [MySpace] [pic] [local]

Brendon Urie (vocals, guitar) [pic]

Ryan Ross (guitar)

Brent Wilson (bass)

Spencer Smith (drums)

More tunes: they tried to post some stuff to Archive.org, but it mostly didn’t work

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Lyrics:

It’s these substandard motels on the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street.
Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing.
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe a just dash of formaldehyde,
and the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes.
(along with the people inside.)

there are no raindrops on roses or girls in white dresses.
It’s sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains
and a few more of your least. Favorite. Things.

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
(she’s getting a job at the firm come Monday.)
the Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney,
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.

Oh. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.

and not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that “virgin”.
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on “strictly business”
as he said to the Mrs. only hours before.
Well after he had left, as she was fixing her face in a compact,
there was a terrible crash. Between her and the badge.
She spilled her bag and her purse held a “purse” of a different kind.

And here is where he entertains that proposition:
arrested on possession

Or.

(now if this were you)

think of what you wouldn’t want to happen.

They ended up…well, making love isn’t exactly what I’m looking for.
But.
You.
Get.
The.
Picture.

Oh. what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.

“Walking with a Ghost” by Tegan and Sara

The band: Tegan and Sara (two sisters).

The tune: Walking with a Ghost (mp3 2:30).

I found this .

Meet the band: [official site]

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“Nobody Calls Me Unless They Want Something” by Shout out out out out

The band: Shout out out out out (6 guys = 2 drummers + 4 bass players + 2 samplers + 5 synthesizers + 5 cowbells + 2 octapads + 1 vocoder).

The tune: Nobody Calls Me Unless They Want Something (mp3 5:43).

I found this via Webjay.

Meet the band: [official site]

Nik Kozub, Jason Troock, Lyle Bell, Gravy, Will Zimmerman, Clint Frazier

More tunes: [Flash from label]

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“Nice Weather for Ducks” by Lemon Jelly

“I think one of the core values of Lemon Jelly that span through this record is that all genres of music have worth in them; it’s just that 90% of every genre is shit. Let’s face it, 90% of House music is shit, 90% of Garage, or whatever you wanna call it. Punk, Funk music is shit, and 10% is usually great. I mean the proportions vary slightly obviously, but the same is true of chart pop. 90% of chart pop is shit, but 10% of it’s fucking great.” [cite]

The band: Lemon Jelly (two Londoners)

The tune: Nice Weather for Ducks (mp3 6:08) off the 2002 album “Lost Horizons”.

I found this via unfiltered delicious. [poster]

The vocal sample gets old a lot quicker than the rest.

Meet the band: [official site] [fan site] [bio jpeg]

Fred Deakin: the vinyl freak

Nick Franglen: the gear freak

lemonjelly.ky is a pun on KY Jelly– the ky domain is for the Cayman Islands (not Kentucky).

More tunes: [RealAud + mp3?] [In the Bath mp3]

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“Death to the Bloodstained Giant” by Ritual Space Travel Agency

The band: Ritual Space Travel Agency (5 guys in/from Pittsburgh)

The tune: Death to the Bloodstained Giant (mp3 3:05) off the 2002 album “Ratbelly vs Gorgotron” [lyrics]

It was used in an Abercrombie & Fitch commercial.

I found it via a different, Joycean songtitle: Met Him Pike Hoses.

Meet the band: [official site]

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