MP3 Teenage Talking Cars - ROCK: Punk
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each member attributed their own personal taste into the music that was being created: punk, soul, Latin-rock, surf, and rock and roll.
5 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Punk, ROCK: Surf Rock
Details:
Los Angeles, a washed up, clichéd, monotonous, grimy city that lingers in the reminiscence of what rock and roll used to be, is a hard place for any rock and roll inspired kid to grow up in. This is the story of an unknown band, which failed to recognize what their absolute and true love was for. After trying college and repetitious jobs, the only thing that life allowed them to fall back onto was music, even though this truth never glimmered in the light of their eyes.
Ammo was a rebellious teen that never saw admiration in a day job. She repeatedly swooned over punk rock idols and imagined life as a photographer that captured her idols true art during shows. She wanted to peel away at the layers of the musicians and capture them for who they were, not what they wanted to be.
As time passed, Ammo met a similar linked girl who had the same aspirations in music. Her name was Taylor. She loved music that came from the soul, which beat in her chest regardless if the speakers from her endless record player saw the end of a record, and they immediately bonded as friends. However, they never saw music in their future.
Not until Poul J. He was fresh out of a local band that parted through differences, and he shared the same intellect of heart pounding music. Together, they gathered in a dim lit, small rehearsal room, and there they found their potential.
The threesome wrote a handful of songs when they decided it was time to share their ability with the world. Taylor, who played drums, had never placed a hand near a snare before. Ammo, who picked up the withering practice space microphone, never dared to sing. And Poul J, being a former drummer, never played a string on his bass. And even though they were newcomers on their instruments, they hissed and smoothed their dark melodies into a love affair that had never been heard of.
Their first and second and third show proved to them that there was a warmth and response for the music that they created, and they wondered whether a guitar player would be the additional link that they were craving.
After a sweaty, small-attended show at a local venue in the ghastly corners of Los Angeles streets, they met their soon-to-be guitar player. De La Cruz was the sound guy in the small room, and immediately he adhered to the screaming bass solos and screeching, childlike vocals that echoed throughout the night.
He agreed to try out for the band, and the first note he hit sang a rose-colored, ice cream flavored taste into the band, and he was immediately accepted.
After his arrival in the band, each member attributed their own personal taste into the music that was being created: punk, soul, Latin-rock, surf, and rock and roll. Regardless of their taste and influences in music, there is a definite passion that takes place in the heat of the moment. Their music is undefined. They have no boundaries. They make me sweat, and at the same time, they make me whimper and fall into a puddle of helpless worry, ready to be taken over by their music one more time, before they put me into a wet, teenage dream.
-Anonymous
5 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Punk, ROCK: Surf Rock
Details:
Los Angeles, a washed up, clichéd, monotonous, grimy city that lingers in the reminiscence of what rock and roll used to be, is a hard place for any rock and roll inspired kid to grow up in. This is the story of an unknown band, which failed to recognize what their absolute and true love was for. After trying college and repetitious jobs, the only thing that life allowed them to fall back onto was music, even though this truth never glimmered in the light of their eyes.
Ammo was a rebellious teen that never saw admiration in a day job. She repeatedly swooned over punk rock idols and imagined life as a photographer that captured her idols true art during shows. She wanted to peel away at the layers of the musicians and capture them for who they were, not what they wanted to be.
As time passed, Ammo met a similar linked girl who had the same aspirations in music. Her name was Taylor. She loved music that came from the soul, which beat in her chest regardless if the speakers from her endless record player saw the end of a record, and they immediately bonded as friends. However, they never saw music in their future.
Not until Poul J. He was fresh out of a local band that parted through differences, and he shared the same intellect of heart pounding music. Together, they gathered in a dim lit, small rehearsal room, and there they found their potential.
The threesome wrote a handful of songs when they decided it was time to share their ability with the world. Taylor, who played drums, had never placed a hand near a snare before. Ammo, who picked up the withering practice space microphone, never dared to sing. And Poul J, being a former drummer, never played a string on his bass. And even though they were newcomers on their instruments, they hissed and smoothed their dark melodies into a love affair that had never been heard of.
Their first and second and third show proved to them that there was a warmth and response for the music that they created, and they wondered whether a guitar player would be the additional link that they were craving.
After a sweaty, small-attended show at a local venue in the ghastly corners of Los Angeles streets, they met their soon-to-be guitar player. De La Cruz was the sound guy in the small room, and immediately he adhered to the screaming bass solos and screeching, childlike vocals that echoed throughout the night.
He agreed to try out for the band, and the first note he hit sang a rose-colored, ice cream flavored taste into the band, and he was immediately accepted.
After his arrival in the band, each member attributed their own personal taste into the music that was being created: punk, soul, Latin-rock, surf, and rock and roll. Regardless of their taste and influences in music, there is a definite passion that takes place in the heat of the moment. Their music is undefined. They have no boundaries. They make me sweat, and at the same time, they make me whimper and fall into a puddle of helpless worry, ready to be taken over by their music one more time, before they put me into a wet, teenage dream.
-Anonymous
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