First song written and recorded since I moved to Napa. Spooky grungy punk that maybe doesn't reflect my sunny new locale. Written about my drummer's frustration with dating, online and otherwise. Lyrics in fold. [more inside]
Delirious, teeth-gritted ballad about weapons of mass destruction and grass roots violence. Also, a breathless love song from one monster to another. Also, a way to distract myself while this horrifying evening plays out. Rough mix. Suggestions welcome. Lyrics past break. [more inside]
A little tune about some teenage girls I know who could easily kick my ass. I've been working on a session of drum tracks I had my brother do before going into the peace corp for two years, and this is the first song nearing completion. Still getting used to working with real drum tracks. Any pointers and criticism would be great! [more inside]
bouncy, hyperbolic night-out song, wherein I muse on the merits of Jack Daniels as it pertains to dental hygiene. (not really) [more inside]
Haunted punk from my band Big Ghost. This is my second attempt at recording drums (thanks for all the advice, Mefites!) and my first post that all the band worked on together. so pointers are very welcome. [more inside]
Post-traumatic stress syndrome is a bitch. Pre-traumatic stress syndrome? Well, that can just wreak havoc on your marriage. Let's just hope this song is a relic from those bad old '08 days. (It's proggy-punk-grunge, if you're looking fer a genre) [more inside]
This is much more the style I usually work in. Poppy, punky, and fuzzy. Maybe it's just because of the low grade equipment I use, but my songs always turn into big saturated buzz-fests. At least with this one, it was no accident. As usual, recorded by myself with guitars and robots. Hope you enjoy. Lyrics inside.