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by The Communication Corporation

Initial Public Offering: Dance party synth punk that invokes Talking Heads and Primus. It sounds like "Jonka Jonka Jonka" and "Noodily-noodily-Wheee"
Genre: Pop: Quirky
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1. Slimey
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2. Car For Sale
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3. Lovely
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4. S.O.B.
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5. Disco Boy
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6. Do i Say
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7. Political Pickup
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9. Discount Informercials
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10. Money on the Radio
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11. Damage
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12. People
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13. Call the Police
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Album Notes
A three piece explosion of Keytar (Ronen Ben)
Bass (Jason Randall) and Drums (Danny Golub)
The Communication Corporation are in the
business of getting people to shake in their pants.

Claiming influences from Beck to O.D.B. to Eastern
European gypsies, listening to The Communication
Corporation is like attending a dirty dance party
DJ-ed by the Talking Heads with Primus and Devo
getting sweaty in the back.

With the release of their unique cd debute “I.P.O.”
The Corp has taken over stages with their dance
laden performances occasionally accompanied
by rabid businessmen, ballooonmen and one of a kind
assortment of theatrics. So if you can’t trust your
corporation, who can you trust?

Here for your pleasure is a brief history of The Communication Corporation written by someone who has lived it:

My name is Ronen Ben. At least that's what they'll put on my tombestone. I was born at a young age on the mud banks of the mighty Hudson River.
My mother, an ageing silver screen pin up gal left me for the life fast cars and hard drugs while my father just left me for dead. Take a deep breath and I can still smell the dead rattlesnake and cheap mexican perfume as my folks took off in their 82' Chevy Nova to Juarez, Mexico. All I had left was my grandfather's watch, a weeks worth of Mezcal and 12 years of life under my belt. My only friend was 8 inches of cold steel named "Buck."

I left the shores of Brooklyn to find a better life then sweeping up the needles and cigarette butts at the Coney Island freak show. I stowed away on the SS Simplex between loudmouthed chickens and a pig in need of a serious attitude adjustment. That's where I ran into Danny.

Daniel Perseus Golub was a man of the world with a excessive taste for scotch. He made his way through life drumming out disco beats on battered skins for anyone who was willing to pay (which usually ended up being some bar mitzvah out in Long Island.) It was his idea to head out to Bangkok; Thailand since he heard you could get a russian woman and two snuffs of opium for ounce of silver. All I wanted was a hot meal and a warm bed.

I stole an accordion from a pocked faced hooker named Margarite in a broken down brothel outside Chiang Mia. Me and Danny used it to pay our way through the faded streets of what was once considered the crown jewel of a proud nation. I'd play creaky old love songs for dancing tourists and fat old woman with gold in their teeth while Danny made off with their wallets in his.

That's when Jason walked into our lives.

I was 17 at the time. Danny could still out drink a Kraut though Buck's sense of humor had dulled a bit. Still, I knew I could count on Buck getting the last laugh. We met Jason at the Salty Dog in Bolivia where me and Danny had a weekly spot entertaining the local gauchos dirty songs about dirty people. Jason Randall was a fast talker. He was raised among the gimps, pimps and hustlers of Wall Street and was always the first to smell out opportunity. He was a child of the cold, modern world.

He told us of our former homes. He told us of Corporations only interested in profits and net gains. C.E.O.s that are only interested in yachts and crushing the broken worker. He asked us to go back with him to Ny. Back to land that had turned its back us. It was time to begin a new kind of Corporation. A Corporation for the people and by the people. A Corporation for the proliferation of dance, happiness and sweat. It was time to put a face on the faceless.

Is that how it went down? Was there really an 82' Chevy and whore named Margarite? The details are not what's important.

The Communication Corporation was created to give out nonsensical joy to a world with too much meaning. The Communication Corporation is your corporation. It's our corporation.


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nunzia bueti

this is one of the best cd I've heard in a long time.
It is fun, makes you want to move, original, and has thought provoking lyrics. The vocals are fabulous and the two lead singers really play off of eachother as you move though the songs. GREAT

Gracine Sfreddo

Love this CD saw these quys at the knitting factory in NYCity
They are passionate musicians, Great songs.

Incredible, and ridiculous.