Bouck, drummer/percussionist (Lithops, Polyphonic Spree), and
a designer chef who specializes in cooking in confined spaces.
Harlan T. Bobo, bassist (The Limes, Timothy Prudomme), who also
cooks, but mainly for himself and occasionally Shawn, is stricken
with night blindness yet he still is able to construct mechanical
simians and sings at breathlessly low decibels. Nicholas Ray,
singer/guitarist (The Limes, Valentines), is graced with the gift
to work just about any job, some of which are hard to actually
classify as 'jobs' and although he has no discernable experience
in the art, he none the less harbors the belief he would make
a good shoe maker.
do these men with such prodigious and nebulous skills bother to
steal away into the dark night after night to play "music"
to trodden and often malicious groupings of various size? And
why do they gather in living quarters and various "studios"
to record there musings as it were" Nicholas states, "we
do these things for the large sums of money we receive".
But are we glibly to be lead to believe that this gathering of
minds is simply for the temporal venture of "moneys".
believe there is more to this strange case.
along shall we.
question we shall put aside the obvious ramifications of their
elongated and lofty title and their trepanacious and often-shifty
social-politico ideas that they align with said title and concentrate
on the musical.
First off there appears to be no easily definable method for there
music. They make tumbling attempts at grandiosity while taking
awkward stabs at virulent pop. They are magazine collage artists
whose finished products are as much murky as they are obvious.
They willingly throw themselves into derelict and hopeless improvisational
alleyways to emerge relatively unscathed at the other end. They
embrace and invite the listener to converse with them and then
leave them standing awkwardly alone as they move on to talk to
someone they are more acquainted with. They make music for people
who believe they are listening to music of their generation.
are truly ninjas at play in the fields of the Lord.
Velvets, Television, Taking Tiger Mountain (by Strategy)
-- that is, roots music, Lower East Side style
- Robert Christgau's Consumer Guide
sound like Television and have the drummer from the Polyphonic
Spree. Rather obviously, they are ace.
Memphis' Death Ray have made a fantastic record of manic echoes:
the vocal acid of Lou Reed; Jerry Harrison's churning garage organ
in the early Modern Lovers; Andy Mackay's sequined, squealing
sax in Roxy Music; the crusty fidelity of old Sun 45's. With fun
like that, who needs radios?
- David Fricke, Rolling Stone
Sexy rock chic from Memphis with a touch of Let It Bleed-era
Rolling Stones and White Light White Heat Velvet Underground
- Rolling Stone
They should have be the Cutest Band in Seattle. Oh, except they're
- Three Imaginary Girls
Die Band Viva L’American Death Ray Music retten unsere
–Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung