"This CD is the best for your bang. The singer is angry: smart anger. Purchased in homeland by import but worth the dollar."
ITS LIKE NIRVANNA BECAME MEAN!
Izzy's Mum | 04/21/2005
(4 out of 5 stars)
"This loud and rocking music is nasty and mean.THe gutars are loud! My brother Stephen bought this for me for my birthday and i think it scarred my sister which was funny but mean.It made me think of the air conditenor behind the school.The best song part was about good artists make great artists steal."
A Musical X-Files?
Izzy's Mum | Huntington Beach, CA | 04/29/2005
(5 out of 5 stars)
"As the Arm conceive of music, their compositions follow a non-theme-solo-theme line, prefering instead to combine the two parts in a creative and imaginative, open-ended development; an unique rhythm section provided by percussion masters, like Vasconcelos or Moses himself. Do your best to listen to this CD--it really gives a fresh and groundbreaking impetus to the genre itself!"
A brief history of
K. Jun Won | Austin, TX | 04/30/2005
(5 out of 5 stars)
"These guys were my next door neighbors on East 34th St back in the late 1980's. At the time they were experimenting heavily with club-happy acid house, having read a Spin magazine sidebar about the height of the "Madchester" scene. You could've fit a whole truckload full of breakfast tacos in each of their pants, they were so baggy. Everything started to turn ugly around 1990, when they allowed a waiter named Ervan to start dancing on stage with maracas and a whistle. It wasn't long before he'd convinced all concerned parties that he was part of the band, bringing with him an endless trail of local 19 year old girls, neon-colored baseball caps, and low-grade drugs.
The band was always supposed to be recording their debut, but instead seemed content with hanging out with the other Austin purveyors in the "Texchester" scene. On any given morning, members of the Decadent Dub Team and the New Bohemians, apparently exhausted after a long night of bar hopping and intense conversation, would be passed out on the lawn between our houses as I arose to go to class.
They'd been given a bit of money with wich to record, and their backer was starting to get upset. He forced them to South Padre Island (I've heard at gunpoint, though my source could've been lying. She was known to do that.) where they spent six weeks "recording their masterpiece". What they were really doing was collecting nasty sunburns, smoking freebase, and making what would eventually be released as "Spring Break at the Coast", an early precursor to the "Girls Gone Wild" tapes.
Fast foward 15 years. The Arm have finally released their excellent debut album. They ditched the bouncy party-band image, tightened their pants, and are rapidly gaining the attention that they deserve. I recently moved back to Austin and was getting dinner at a mediocre Mexican place with my wife when I realized who it was that had just refilled our chip basket: Mr. Maracas and Whistle himself, Ervan.