Oneida is an experimental rock band from Brooklyn, New York. Their influences include psychedelic rock, krautrock, electronic, and noise rock, but the overall structure and intent of their music cannot be easily traced to any of these styles, or the myriad other styles they have drawn upon in recordings.

The most striking and consistent aspect of Oneida's music is their use of and fascination with repetition. Their 2002 LP, Each One Teach One, for instance, begins with two especially long tracks, Sheets of Easter and Antibiotics, the former over fourteen minutes long, the latter more than sixteen. Both of these songs are composed of one repeated riff (with a few short interludes on Antibiotics). In addition to the use of repetition Oneida's music can be distinguished by the bandmember's extensive use of and enthusiasm for antique keyboards and analog electric pianos.

Originally recording on Turnbuckle Records (their first two albums in 1997 and 1999), the band now runs Brah Records, an imprint of Jagjaguwar (Jagjaguwar group at Last.fm). In September 2007 the group celebrated 10 years of existence with a concert at the P.S. 1 Contemporary Art Center in NYC.

The current lineup is:
* Kid Millions - drums, vocals participated as drummer 53 in the Boredoms 77 Boadrum performance which occurred on July 7th, 2007 at the Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park in Brooklyn, New York
* Bobby Matador - organ, guitar, vocals
* Hanoi Jane - guitar, bass
* Double Rainbow (aka Phil Manley of Trans Am and The Fucking Champs) - guitar
* Shahin Motia (of Ex Models) - guitar

Papa Crazy (aka PCRZ) of Oakley Hall is a former member of Oneida, and has revived connections with Oneida by recording OH's most recent album Gypsum Strings on Oneida's Brah Records label.

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Aa (pronounced 'big a little a') began as a three-piece in late 2002. Based in Brooklyn, NY, the now-quintet has built up quite a rep with their rowdy live shows using treated vocals, keyboards, blissed-out electronics and tons of drums. They have releases on Narnack, Cardboard, Deleted Art, Kill Shaman, and Deathbomb Arc record labels. More info: http://www.sleeep.com/aa/recordings.html.

AA was a post-punk band from Belgium. They released just one EP, the "Essential Entertainment" EP in 1981. In 1994 all 4 songs were re-released on the "4X4" sampler on the Antler/Subway Classix label, together with 4 tracks by De Brassers, Struggler and The Cultural Decay.
In 2009 the Brooklyn label Softspot Music re-released the EP on vinyl in an edition of 500 numbered copies.

The 5-member KPop group can be found here:
http://www.last.fm/music/%EB%8D%94%EB%B8%94%EC%97%90%EC%9D%B4

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Golden Triangle is a band of three girls and three boys who play music that's loud, spooky, and will make you aroused and ambitious when you experience it live. I guess they're psychedelic or garage or something. Maybe post punks? They have two singing ladies who sound like soulful ghosts. In general the music is like being in a fun haunted house and the ghosts are cool but you never totally relax because, I mean, they're supernatural beings.

Their previous three EPs and cassette are all sold out and gone. Their forthcoming debut full length, Double Jointer, is what is happening now. Recorded over a two week period at Key Club Recording Company with producer Chris Coady (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Beach House, Blonde Redhead), Double Jointer has the speed and catchiness of the current garage / weird-punk / lo-fi shit with some profoundly goth under-currents and some no-wave guitar over-currents. The instruments have that good/bad blown out quality and the spectral lady singers are commanding and demanding, all knowing entities. Lead-off track "Cinco de Mayo" starts out with some slow, strummy surf-guitarmanship and gets faster and faster until the dam bursts and in come the siren vocals which sound like the band is howling derisive laughter at you. This is just the beginning, and the feverish tambourine crash-fest continues unabated until the aural house appropriately burns down with a slithering guitar line on epic album closer "Arson Wells."

There's no point in beating you over the head with stale rock journalist-lingo, spouting corny statements about how "if this one band and this other band got in a fight and they liquefied each other and you fed the goo to preschoolers, they would grow up to be Golden Triangle." Golden Triangle are buddies with Black Lips, King Khan and Quintron and play with them a bunch. If you like those bands, you could easily like this band too. King Khan went so far as to say that Golden Triangle are the only band he wants to tour with because they're like a mobile carnival freak show. That's the strongest testimonial I ever heard.

That said, Golden Triangle consists of:

OJ, the sad clown prince of the group. His smile twinkles and his gold teeth twankle. Also, he plays guitar. Vashti is one of the two lady singers. Vashti wears complicated jewelry which flies off her when she dances. Carly is the other singer. One time I dreamed that we were both robots and in an act of robot unity she hired me to work at the resort that she managed. I don't know Carly that well in real life. Cameron is a beautiful man who hangs back and makes elaborate collages; earnest as the day is long. Plays guitar too. Alix is the bassist and she used to be in Angry Angles with Jay Reatard. A friend of mine who went to high school with her said she was totally cyber-goth back then. Jay plays drums and is a chef of the highest order. His bread pudding is great. I am getting paid to write this bio with a bucket of the stuff.

--Nick Gazin

Hailing from Brooklyn/Atlanta/Austin/Memphis, Golden Triangle has toured with the likes of The Black Lips, Deerhunter, Jay Reatard, King Khan, and Quintron & Miss Pussycat. They play damaged psyched out garage rock with dual female vocals.

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THE STORY: Reverend Murphy was born in Brooklyn, New York, hundreds years ago in a hot hot summer.
He had one son and a daughter: Freddie Murphy and Chiara Lee. They choose 2 different ways: the little Lee went to China, while Freddie was stuck in Brooklyn.
They kept in touch for a while, then both fell asleep for many years.
Three years ago they met again in Venice, where they got baptized by Vicar Vittorio Demarin, and there you go: Father Murphy was born.

THE PROJECT: Father Murphy is couple, a trio, a no-band.
During live shows Chiara Lee, Vittorio and Freddie work together to play toy instruments, or to play instruments as toys.
While Vittorio plays at the same time a kid-drumset and his old violin, Chiara puts together different sounds taken from any kind of old chinese toys and italian keyboards...and Freddie? Freddie is actually a reverend who sings a song from this world and the other one.
The Trio lived together in Brooklin, New York for a while, then they moved to Berlin. Living now in Italy, they play live shows and make new releases just to spread Book of Revelation's truth out to the world, even if all this sounds too religious...
(source: cdbaby.com, see: father murphy on cd baby)


LA LEGGENDA:
In una calda calda estate, il reverendo Murphy ebbe due figli: freddie e la piccola Chiara Lee.
Dopo essersi addormentati per alcuni anni, freddie a Brooklin e la Lee in Cina, finalmente si ritrovarono a Venezia, dove il vicario Vittorio Demarin, incarnazione dell'eroe biblico GVitron, li battezzò.
L'avvenuta conversione non poteva che confrontarsi con le quaranta notti e i quaranta giorni passati sfidando le tentazioni di Satana nel deserto. Solo al termine di questo periodo le Rivelazioni avrebbero potuto aprirsi nel loro messaggio più grande.
IL PROGETTO
Freddie, Chiara Lee e il vicario Vittorio suonano dal vivo strumenti giocattolo, o strumenti suonati come tali. La Lee utilizza esclusivamente vecchie diamoniche italiane o tastiere giocattolo cinesi, quanto Vittorio non si sottrae all'ubiquità del suo contemporaneo utilizzo di un piccolo set di batteria coordinato alle tempistiche di un violino antico che adesso è forse diventato una viola...e freddie...il rev. freddie altro non è che un uomo che canta una canzone tra questo mondo e quell'altro...
Dopo più di 50 date negli ultimi due anni, un lungo tour tedesco e la partecipazione ai maggiori festival estivi italiani, Father Murphy si sta preparando ad attraversare le Alpi, direzione Francia, e alla sua prima diretta televisiva, a Larsen, per il canale satellitare della Rai, approfittando per presentare uno split appena uscito per Madcap Collective che lo vede affiancato al fantasmagorico Lorenzo fragiacomo.

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The krewe of Knyfe Hyts formed in the summer of 2006, when current members of Ex Models, Pterodactyl, and Oneida rekindled their 14-year musical relationship with role reversal, masquerade, power play, threesome, chance, and ritualized improvisation, re-emerging as Bubo V, Gorilla Fuckingly, and Brother Minakari. Instant magic.

The debut releases Knyfe Hyts and Sword of the Lord are comprised of totally blown out stereophonic jams, captured and completed in the Knyfe Hyts signature field-recording technique and produced in what has become known as "the Knyfe Hyts sound." By capturing the instant of a song's genesis-- even that pre-genesis moment when the elements first begin to coalesce in the ether-- they are able to preserve their volcanic original activity for posterity.

Knyfe Hyts, captured on one day in 2006 and isolated in 2007, and Sword of the Lord, captured on two days in 2007 and isolated early 2008, have now been released as limited edition handmade cassettes by Party Store Music, a Brooklyn tape label run by Awesome Color's Allison Busch. The tapes' arrival was heralded up and down the eastern U.S. by a February tour to Mardi Gras and back with fellow Party Store Krewe Golden Triangle, culminating in a mythic 6am set at the home of MC Trachiotomy to celebrate the dawn of Lundi Gras this year.

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The K-Holes speak at once of the mystic and the cosmopolitan, the primal and the urbane, the earthen elements and their synthesized cousins. But unlike their contemporaries, the K-Holes' sound is not of the grinning, gregarious panderer. Nor is it of the bored or at-ease. Rather, it's the sound of escape.

Escape from the concrete scrabble of New York, that moneyed parking lot for the cynical and privileged; escape from the vulgar materialism sung from the metropolitan mouth; escape from the vacuous r'n'r pantomime that smells of mere vaudevillian entertainment in any number of the city's myriad dives. The K-Holes set these things afire, and in their stead, they proffer a wet hand, leading you, the listener, to another flame, a funereal white-hot pyre - one that promises more than sheer nihilism. One that promises freedom amongst cages of different shapes, sizes and colors. A way out.

Their abdication follows a natural extension of the atrophied rock/roll ligament - unfurling from H. Williams to G. Vincent to Larry & the Blue Notes to the Pagans, Birthday Party, Flesh Eaters, Scientists, beyond - colored, at times, with smudges of primitive ceremony. As we follow their trajectory, running from the towering urban oppression, we catch whiffs of guttural noir in the honk of the sax, we hear the jagged swaths of guitar, we sense the bite and lust in their gang vocal. It's fueled, all the while, by a low, thundering beat of tribal divination. Their burghal séance urges us onward, upward, and we sense the fire nearing. But the heat emanates not from the flame to which we run. It flowers from the cleansing pyre that has devoured us from the inside all along: the one that burns us up and tells us to move - in any direction at all, in any way we see fit, consequences be damned.

The K-Holes didn't put the fire there. But we sincerely thank them for finding and fueling it.
-Eric Cecil

Members:

Cameron Michel: Drums
Jack Hines: Guitar/Vox
Julie Hines: Bass
Vashti Windish: Vox
Sara Palmquist: Saxophone

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"XRay Eyeballs is OJ and Carly (from NYC rockers Golden Triangle) new drum machine driven dark punk project. Bathed in reverb, low fi sheen, and weirdo grit, XRay Eyeballs sounds like two drifter kids covered in makeup and glitter trying to escape a dead city skyline proclaiming their love for each other as the world just passes them by. Creeped out and charming all at once. If the world died but the songs kept playing." - SDREED, Night-People Records

"stuff that sounds something like The Wipers getting darkwave in some bedroom in Bushwick."- Impose Magazine

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