Album Notes

After losing their second major label record deal in ten years, The Massacoustics may understand the term "dropping" better than the folks at Huggies® and the Nashville Zoo combined. One might assume that The Massacoustics are a mere two-man (but three-piece!) band (you read correctly!) owing to economics, or as a weird visual gimmick. No, the truth is that Andy's antisocial attitude and Matt's non-stop noisemaking makes prospective band-mates increasingly difficult to find and keep around. James DiGirolamo (keyboards) says, "these guys are some of my favorite people.... in strictly controlled doses." King Williams (engineer/bassist) says, "Never again will I work with these clowns! Though (sighs), I said those same words after the last two records."

Now in their thirties, you'd expect these guys to have the music business figured out. Nope. What keeps them going? Love? Habit? An internal nuclear furnace of white-hot rage? Liquid magma? It's hard to say.

It's even easy to mistake The Massacoustics for veteran musicians, as they have played with The Little River Band (2003), Shannon Brown, Radney Foster, Willie Nelson (Andy 2005), and Lee Greenwood (Matt 2006). Preposterous!

With their unique sound, edgy stage performance, and crafty song-writing, it may surprise you to learn that there are many bands out there getting along just as well, and in some cases, even better than The Massacoustics (see www.themassacoustics.com for a list). Despite this (or because of it), the duo has racked up an impressive resume of "under the radar" song-writing credits, including: the theme-song for NBC's Big Shots (starring a very dreamy Dylan McDermott); a recurring song in Fox's least-viewed-hit-series, The Loop; a tune in a lil' movie called Ace Ventura 3 (yup, you guessed it- straight to video); and the music to which some guy gets it in the crotch on America's Funniest Home Videos.

Their most successful song "Who's The Man?" is about kicking people's asses. Come on! The Massacoustics together hardly break 300 pounds. Unlikely as one would be to catch them, whose asses are they really going to kick?