Biography

Joby - guitar and vocals
Tweety - bass
Jorma - drums
Matt - vocals

This album was recorded in a live setting (except for 3 tracks). The band setting equipment up in a room, placing large pieces of foam between the amplifiers and drum kit to keep the different instruments from bleeding together, standing some mics up and pressing record. Didn't even use headphones.

While strictly adhering to the 3 take rule, there are mistakes, off notes, miss-hits, and out of tune instruments. Most people would call that a poor recording, we call it music. The way music is actually played. The way it sounds is the way it is going to be heard. This album was made at peoples houses at weird hours of the night on loads of uppers, cigarettes and coffee.

The first session of this record was done in a friends renovated garage in Los Angeles. These tracks were not recorded live only because of the size of the room we were working with. We could barely fit the drum kit and mics in the tracking room. It was so small that our drummer actually had to sit at his kit, then have the mics placed after he was in. No kidding. The drum tracks were laid down from memory before any other instrument was laid down or other band members had even arrived. Yes. He is that good.

These tracks were written the night before we recorded them, in a borrowed rehearsal studio where we completely stripped and reworked each song to our satisfaction. That session lasted 2 days and the result was Heart Attack American, White Tar, and Strobe Life.

The next session we did was with Gilby Clarke at his home in Los Angeles where I talked his face off about Axl and Slash. The majority of my time there was spent questioning Gilby about Guns n Roses rather then focusing on my guitar playing. But, the tracks came out nice, and Gilby let me use some of his guitars which were far superior then the ones I have. So it sounds good. All of the songs we completed in the session were tracked live. The result of this session was False Alarm, Notice of Eviction, and Kill My Friends.

The last session we did, we returned to Gilby's house. The songs written for this session were the result of lots of frustration over people close to us passing away, seeing a person get shot 7 times and trying to stop the blood gushing from bullet holes in his neck, a couple overdoses, having no money, not being able to drive anywhere because of warrants, unpaid tickets and no insurance, and basically having Los Angeles kick us in the teeth every day. Once again - all songs were tracked live, and we even let Gilby sing on a song. the result was I got Chills, They Will Kill Us All, Cobra Lucha, and Gun Without Bullets.

These days rock is dead, punk - we wont even go there, and emo dudes are carrying purses. Music... well, music is exactly where is should be.

Fuck your silverlakes, fuck your melroses, fuck your sunset strips. this is Hollywood Blvd. Just a bunch of junkies, hookers, pimps and bookies.
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