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This philosophy is to live in a state of inspiration, to deliver all our passion and inspiration in our performances and to make sure that whatever we do in life is done with the same fervor. The current line up consists of saxophone, trumpet/electric trumpet, guitar, bass and drums with the occasional swap of instruments between the players. The sound is something that lacks conventional description. It is a hybrid of what is influential to all of us as individual players and creators and therefore is mixed up with psychedelic consciousness, jazz theory, funk feeling, rock attitude, classical connections and lyrical lashings of poetic prose. We call ourselves psy-fi rock. Either that or pop suicide. We believe in fun and adventure and our stage shows reflect our theatrical flair with costumes and fluid trance like movement. We are a force of nature, a serendipitous surrender to the senses, sending a passionate plea to the powers that be to elevate the audience to a state of ecstatic pleasure. To be alive and drunk on the moment. The Saxophone She will carry you to your death laughing, singing and begging for more. She will revive you with the same breath that took yours away. Her heart is pure, her mind is beautiful and her love is total. The Trumpet His electric trumpet is something from outer space, glowing blue, eminating a cool stream of electric sound, from time to time a bolt of white fire, licking your ear drums like a cold flame. Wickedly comical, seductively sweet, he will blow your mind with lips pursed on the mouthpiece of his instrument. The guitar He lurks in shadow like a prowling jungle cat preparing for the pounce, purring like a pro, playing with the fret board like a kitten with a mouse. He is potent and powerful and only just post pubescent. The Bass He is nothing if not passionate, thrusting his constant state of musical bliss upon the world with unforgettable bass lines. He is Orpheus singing to the sailors, saving them from the sirens. He is the personification of love, the paragon of zealous intoxication, the animalistic servant of pan. The Drums Blow by blow he eradicates even the most extraordinary desire to stand still. He is gentle, he is humble but he will pound a yearning into your heart that can only be satisfied with further pounding. |
Skeleton
soup was formed in 2004 and though we have had some additions and
subtractions to the line up over the years, the philosophy of the
sound has remained.
Her
name is Danielle, the mistress of ceremonies, the seductress of
sound. She has studied jazz and classical formally on the saxophone,
but the voice is all her own drawing her power from musical possession.
His
name is Daniel. He is not afraid of fishnets. He is not afraid of
the moment. A fallen angel trumpeting the beginning of the end that
marks the beginning of a new.
Sterling.
Trent Sterling. A prodigous youth whose talent knows only the limits
of his boundless imagination. Terminally cute, his boyish digits
caress the guitar with the expertise of a grand master charged with
the energy of a Spartan.
His
name is Evan Flux. He is propelled by the pulse of a tantric lover,
he is a poet, a madman, a shaman.
His
name is Alex. He is a paradoxical mixture of creator and destroyer.
He is gentle and charming while being a formidable force of thunderous
power. He is a glowing body of energy pelting the skins like a deranged
creature, haunted by demons, charged by a raging storm of emotion,
he anchors the layers of sound floating on top.