DJ Count Marcele (Celebrity Overdose)
San Francisco, CA
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About
We take our approach to being in a band and producing music the way Dorothy would on her way to the Wizard of Oz, except, it's a little more updated, with a little more sex and violence. If it sells underwear, it's good enough for us.
Our new 12' single, 'One night in Paris Bangkok', starts with the sound of sirens, called to the scene of a bad accident, from the dying scream of a supermodel who threw herself from her posh penthouse suite, and then ironically, crashes into the windshield of a Rolls Royce. Stripped of our last seven day binge in London, this b-side cut is 100% strung out, a deadly force to be reckoned with, with no game whatsoever. We exist from a delusional fantasy land, where losing your soul is a small price to pay for fame and fortune.
We were heavily under the influence of the worst fashion and music trends from the 70's and 80's, fired our art director, and then went on a shopping spree with the labels credit card to update our wardrobe. There are a lot of bands that don't even write their own music these days, so we sell them stuff, and then make fun of them when the label drops them, they're our guinea pigs. Most of them roll around with entourages, and we hate that kind of scene, there is nothing worse in this world than being stuck in the back of a limosine with people who just sacrificed a few cans of hairspray to the ozone gods all in the name of cool.
'These kids are costing me a lot of f*ck*ng money Julian', says our A&R guy, (we owe alot of money) so he makes us get into the studio and record, that's why we do it.
We hawked our gear at the pawn shop, because we needed to pay the loan sharks back. Getting fired from our last label was a real wake up call, this time we are a lot more confident and crass. We've cleaned up, and have found other legal ways of expressing our creativity, like glue, to top it off, we're even going to have a couple of guitars on this album once we get them out of hawk.
People always say it's cool to break the rules but when it really comes down to it, most people just pussy out. We've got some deep and dirty bass, fingernails on the chalkboard synths, and a breakdown that pushes the limits of anyone's ADD.
This 12' single is a 'one off' f*ck*ng mess, a multi-layered recording disaster, fascist pop, totally radical, sneaky, and is certain to piss off some people. Just like an 80's song you never know who the band was but always dance to, the irresistible catch, and deep throb of drunken sloppy sex, the droning synths of Bozo the clown coming down off poppers, borderline copyright infringements, and the perverted moans of slippery slide porn star vocals, our next underground hit is a gorgeous mainstream failure.
We've delved a little deeper this time with some Satanic Chic featuring celebutante's going berserk, lashing out at photographers. The lyrics are a bit nasty, and strike out at the competitiveness and possessiveness, exaggerated through these Hollywood bimbo's.
I remember going to see Britney Spears on the Onyx tour and thinking that she was absolutely amazing with all the expensive equipment she had and the sheer inventiveness of her back up dancers, but the Onyx tour was a bomb and ended up getting cancelled before it even came close to hitting my city. The crash and burn of a modern pop star was really inspiring and has stayed with me ever since.
I was yelling in the studio, stupid with excitement, doing whipp-its and trying to match her high notes. Get those bitches up! And, of course, our first single, Disco Suicide, a pulsating, sophisticated, electro punk dyn-O-mite did absolutely nothing other than get us some bad press and the chance to have lunch with some famous people's attorneys to work out the settlement.
'Ooh-la-la', that stupid reporter bitch said at our press conference, -you think you can talk French all finesse and vidal sasoon bitch? She got all pouty and sh*t so we threw our drinks at her, I think that is pretty much what ended it for the last label, and they dropped us.
This is going to be our comeback record, and bad publicity is bloody great at that. Sulk all you want, drink cheap drinks and prance around the dive bars and posh clubs all you want acting all sexual and ambiguous, the world hates you, so snuff it, we don't care about your bad hair day. The video we are working on for 'One night in Paris Bangkok, is a naturally contrived, sexualized insanity, with bad acting, prostitutes, and a post production budget that looks like your ATM statement after you wake up the next morning in someone else's bed.
Where we left off with Disco Suicide, this one is going to be the hangover.
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