Album Notes

Though spawned from the same foggy plot of land that begat their friends The Phantom Limbs, Sixteens, The Vanishing, and Spector Protector, the Weegs' sound comes from a place more reminiscent of their birthing place. The Bay Area fog casts its shadow over the mood of their music, yet their darkness is not the somber earnestness that might color the music of their contemporaries. Instead, the Weegs inhabit that eerie space at the carnival between the freakshow and the midway. Their darkness is the gray that falls in the recesses between the tents at twilight. You can almost hear the laughter of the carnies as they wander off to get drunk after the whining children and horny teenagers go home in between the bursts of feedback on the Weeg's debut album "Meat the Weegs," out now on Hungry Eye Records.
Sideshow metaphors aside, the Weegs' have often been slapped with the "no-wave" label. Their jarring dissonance aside, the Weegs don't need an arty, New York point of reference in order to justify their relentless and jerky rhythms. The juxtaposition of electro timbres and rock n roll riffs finds a nice Californian precedent in bands like Minimal Man, Factrix, or Nervous Gender. The noir-ishly vaudevillian humor is a contribution of their own and plants their carnival firmly in the present.