Hello friends, In lieu of new Prayers songs being made available for download on RCRD LBL, we've posted a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Bird on a Wire" at our myspace page. It's done as an acoustic duet between myself and Grand Ole Party's Kristin Gundred. Head over to myspace.com/thefuckingprayers and wet your whistle. We're sure it'll warm your heart and help get rid of that nasty cough you've developed. Hope everyone is well... xo Brandon p.s. Expect some originals to be up for download in the coming weeks....xoxo
Of the new songs that we are currently recording, and playing live, Guns Of Marinello seems to be the crowd favourite. It is my favourite as well, but that is probably because I had a lot to do with its inception. The song is an homage to the great Scottish football player Peter Marinello, who's magnificent skills, on and off the pitch, inspired the title "Scotland's George Best." This is a title that any kid during the sixties would've given both his arms to be dubbed. Young Marinello gave it all and eventually all of it came crashing down. His reckless story and our impressive adaptation will have you dancing and drinking, and then wanting to purchase a firearm to shoot down your rival.
So you see some cock-rock drummer nodding, grimacing, pointing his sticks, tossing and twirling his sticks, and you want to die. Here at Prayers HQ, we're all for the extroverted, visually-arresting stage moves, all the saucy antics, but unfortunately, somwhere in the late 80s, drummers 'did too much' and forfeited their share in this game. They couldn't help themselves and crossed the line, so now it's all irony and cliche. IT WASN"T ALWAYS THAT WAY!
Shall we go way back and remember the kids who where the first pop-rock drummers to mesmerize us with their acrobatics? (Jazz and Big Band sticksmen have probably been doing this stuff for a hundred years...)
Here's Dino Danelli of the (Young) Rascals and Carmine Appice of Vanilla Fudge showing you how it's done.
Hello RCRD LBL friends, Just wanted to write a quick little blog to say hello, as I've not done any yet, and let everyone in rcrdlbl-land know about San Diego's best kept secret.
The Sess have been around for a few years with not much local attention, but recently they released their self-produced debut 7 inch, "Fuck the Navy" b/w "Don't look back". It was actually the b-side that first grabbed my attention. I love the Remains original version of "Don't look back" and was maybe a little suspicious of my peers attempting a cover of a perfect song. My mind was quickly changed when I put the needle to the vinyl. The Sess managed to take the original song, inject it with amphetamines, drag it through the swamp and not only *not* fuck it up, they IMPROVED on the original. After being converted by the b-side, I checked out the a-side and was equally impressed. "Fuck the Navy" is a howling garage punk gem, fitting in somewhere between Neat Neat Neat-era Damned and The Sonics. Listen for yourself and buy the record at their myspace (myspace.com/thesess). You'll love it; if you don't, something is wrong with your ears. It would be wonderful to see my city take notice of this fine band, and it would be finer to see the country and the world take notice. All too often the best bands get lost in the cesspool of bad music. I truly, truly hope this doesn't happen with the Sess.
