“If we can’t afford to buy antiques, we’ll just copulate”This is one of those beautiful posts that’s guaranteed to offend someone. I hope.
I got an email the other day telling me about the new album from a band called Jesus H. Christ and the Four Hornsmen of the Apocalypse. I’ve mentioned before that I am a sucker for an interesting band name so I knew right away I had to see what these New Yorkers are about. Here’s what I learned (bio mostly swiped from the JHC&TFHotA Web site):
“Jesus H. Christ and the Four Hornsmen of the Apocalypse are an eight-piece rock/pop/metal/psychedelic/cabaret band – sometimes all in the same song. Likened to B-52s meets X-Ray Spex meets Weezer meets Blood Sweat and Tears, the JHC ‘difference’ is horny, thinking-person's, emotionally-bare lyrics protectively cloaked in hard candy pop.
Poignant, laughable, awash in sound and fury, signifying almost nothing, but saying everything that no one usually dares to say, JHC&TFHotA are really just eager to be held and loved. At which point they'll become distant and forget to buy toilet paper.”
JHC&TFHotA’s new album, Happier Than You, will be out October 28. You can preview tracks and buy the album at CD Baby. To sort of whet your appetite, I have a couple of songs from their 2006 self-titled debut album, which The New Yorker called, “One of 10 CDs of 2006 worth a second listen.”
Connecticut’s for F*cking.mp3
(NOTE: I found that if I use the Ethernet cable at this hotel, I can get around a little faster than with the wireless connection. So, I’m going to hold strong to my promise of trying to post this week. And I also promise to resume the Zeppelin series once I get back home.)