Performance art band Penis Hickey recently posted their debut album, My Typical Self, for free download (today only) before it goes on sale via Bandcamp tomorrow.
“Penis Hickey is an improvisatory endurance piece about masculinity and violence,” the band writes on their Facebook page.
“It explores the performative and essentialist aspects of gender. They also play their instruments at maximum physical capacity until they get too tired to play anymore.”
A collaboration of two UCSD grad students, Penis Hickey features drummer Leah Bowden and bassist Clint McCallum (of gender-bending tuba/vox dragcore noise duo Aquapuke) imploring passages of minimalist ambience that occasionally dwindle into silence framed by cathartic free jazz convulsions, metallic noodlings, screeching, sanatorium falsetto wails, slam rants, OCD inner monologues, and impromptu theatrical lyricism revolving around the eponymous refrain: “I am my typical self: excited, scared, yeah...”
“The piece is violent not only because of the aggressive sound,” their bio continues, “but also the ways that the band sets up. One never knows when and from where Penis Hickey might stage an ambush.”
Like, say, cloaked in garbage bags in the men’s room at Whistle Stop for experimental/dance/punk monthly Makeout Weird’s two year anniversary.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY8ewFwBIbU
“As middle class white people deprived of a more violent social milieu, we feel it is important to get in touch with our more primitive, uncivilized roots and act out against the musical establishment,” the bio concludes.
It is in this light that one makes sense of My Typical Self, insomuch as it is possible.
It’s an anarchic steel-toe to your earballs. It’s the asymmetrical ‘X’ carved into your heart. It’s weird as all hell and sort of offensive, and with the right set of cochlea you can picture a fucked up Jim Henson cast unleashing the entire 38-minute assault.
Penis Hickey is the mark that betrays late night transgressions - a vascular badge of what has come and gone, nervously poised for whatever comes next.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/jul/31/28870/
Performance art band Penis Hickey recently posted their debut album, My Typical Self, for free download (today only) before it goes on sale via Bandcamp tomorrow.
“Penis Hickey is an improvisatory endurance piece about masculinity and violence,” the band writes on their Facebook page.
“It explores the performative and essentialist aspects of gender. They also play their instruments at maximum physical capacity until they get too tired to play anymore.”
A collaboration of two UCSD grad students, Penis Hickey features drummer Leah Bowden and bassist Clint McCallum (of gender-bending tuba/vox dragcore noise duo Aquapuke) imploring passages of minimalist ambience that occasionally dwindle into silence framed by cathartic free jazz convulsions, metallic noodlings, screeching, sanatorium falsetto wails, slam rants, OCD inner monologues, and impromptu theatrical lyricism revolving around the eponymous refrain: “I am my typical self: excited, scared, yeah...”
“The piece is violent not only because of the aggressive sound,” their bio continues, “but also the ways that the band sets up. One never knows when and from where Penis Hickey might stage an ambush.”
Like, say, cloaked in garbage bags in the men’s room at Whistle Stop for experimental/dance/punk monthly Makeout Weird’s two year anniversary.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY8ewFwBIbU
“As middle class white people deprived of a more violent social milieu, we feel it is important to get in touch with our more primitive, uncivilized roots and act out against the musical establishment,” the bio concludes.
It is in this light that one makes sense of My Typical Self, insomuch as it is possible.
It’s an anarchic steel-toe to your earballs. It’s the asymmetrical ‘X’ carved into your heart. It’s weird as all hell and sort of offensive, and with the right set of cochlea you can picture a fucked up Jim Henson cast unleashing the entire 38-minute assault.
Penis Hickey is the mark that betrays late night transgressions - a vascular badge of what has come and gone, nervously poised for whatever comes next.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/jul/31/28870/