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Picture this scene, the one you've seen a thousand times before. Anytown, USA you sit in a lifeless nightclub, watching the lethargic barflies drink away their woes, as they mingle with the kids who are there for the show. In the background, you hear the band setting up as you try to gulp down a stale tasting Budweiser. You notice that the clatter of cymbals being set up, guitars tuning has all but stopped and an eerie silence fills the room. Three clacks of wooden drums sticks being struck together at one-second intervals break the silence. And much like after pulling the pin on a grenade, those were your three seconds to run... In an explosion of overdriven guitars, bludgeoning drum work and distinctive melodies, the Narcoleptics hit the stage. At once, the band lunges forward and begins their audio assault; catching the unsuspecting audience like a deer in headlights. Sounding much like Quicksand ripping into a set of Dead Kennedys classics, it is impossible to not be intrigued by this band. In some kind of defunct primordial ceremony, with all the brutality of a hockey game; the Narcoleptics may exchange hip checks or even the occasional head shot while playing for their congregation. Thus, turning even the most pious punk scenester into one of the converted. Playing together since 1993, these Pennsauken, NJ natives have worked hard at cultivating a solid fan base and laying the ground work for what appears to be a very bright future in the music world; making it well know that they are about the music, not the business. Having two independently released albums under their belts, most recently Monkey Steals The Peach (released January of 2000) the Narcoleptics truly have developed a sound that is all their own. Whether it is capturing the band's straightforward energy in songs like "Hank" or their vehement hatred for the police that comes across in "I'm Not Going to Jail for You or for Anybody" (a song about how singer Marc Rosato was falsely arrested for being Philadelphia's notorious Center City Rapist), one thing is abundantly clear; these boys know how to rock your ass off. In fanatical fashion, the Narcoleptics are leaving no stone unturned with the promotion of their band; from clubs, bars, colleges, record labels and radio stations to promoters, distributors, magazines, fanzines and e-zines. The band has even gained some critical praise as well as receiving radio play on both the college and commercial levels. Never taking themselves too seriously, they stick to what they believe in, first and foremost being in a band is about having fun and rocking out. Until the day they can finally quit their day jobs and play music full time, they will do it one way (like another famous New Jersey native); their way. Check out the artist's website: http://www.narcoleptics.com/ Track List: 1. You Can't Polish a Turd 2. S.T.A.R. 3. I Know Its Wrong (But It Feels So Right) 4. Hank 5. I'm Not Going to Jail for You or for Anybody 6. Circumcising Sam 7. The Hot Carl 8. Kill Your Parents, Eat Your Dog, Do Drugs 9. H.N.I.C. 10. Black Vixens in Heat Suggested CDs:Other Genres:
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