Fake Brain
So Glad You Came
© 1998 Fake Brain (634479239243)
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Weirdo pop and geek rock - like early Wire, Violent Femmes, Robyn Hitchcock, and Pink Floyd. Disturbed noise: punk, psychedelic psychobilly, art grunge.
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- 1 Juices
- 2 Smile a Mile Wide
- 3 Your Drunk Wife
- 4 Perfect Package
- 5 Organism
- 6 Gimme Some Room
- 7 Terminal
- 8 Half-Murdered Stepgranddaughter
- 9 New Vital Organ
- 10 Up on 2 Wheels
- 11 High-Heeled Gloves
- 12 Fake Brain #2
- 13 He's a Mess
- 14 So Glad You Came
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This is our first CD! We have just finished our 2nd disc "Department of Our Ways" which is also available from CD Baby. Click on the link in the lower right corner (under "Try This") to check out our newest disc.
Fake Brain play a style of music that lies between weirdo pop and geek rock - simultaneously invoking such inspirations as early Wire, The Violent Femmes, Robyn Hitchcock, and Pink Floyd.
Disturbed noise would be a good description, only it is much more than noise: it's punk, it's psychedelic psychobilly, it's art grunge.
The lyrics are pretty strange, with topics ranging from half dead step-granddaughters to reoccurring packages to unseemly bodily secretions.
This band is weird, but they play well and when they use lines like a beaver giving a dam, you just have to sit back and smile.
On their debut album, So Glad You Came, Fake Brain presents a 14-song cycle that is like a slapstick version of Chairs Missing: verbally intricate songs that each occupy their own niche of sound and style and create a specific musical feeling, whether it be a linear crisp punk trajectory (up on two wheels), hallucinatory psychodrama (half-murdered step-granddaughter), off-kilter pronouncements of lust (juices, so glad you came), or their own warped idea of a radio pop sing-along (your drunk wife).
The band recorded and mixed the album themselves in their tiny, windowless Brooklyn studio, losing track of time and all sense of proportion and perspective.