About For Real For Real
Valley Cottage, NY
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“Hey! Com’er for a sec’. When you guys got up there I was like ‘Yeah, whatever, let me get that girl another beer,’ but man, where in the hell did that come from? That was amazing! What’s your band’s name again?”
New York bartenders don’t lie about stuff like this. For Real For Real
For Real For Real’s sonic fist grabs you by the nape of the neck and forces you to listen to its yammering plea. “Tell me what you want me to do! Tell me what you want me to do!” they chant and pound, just like you did when that loser was about to leave you. City life shows them daily that those seemingly ordinary feelings are really do-or-die emotions. So they’ve decided to unleash this intensity as a vanquishing whirlwind of psych-punk that won’t let you forget that “it’s the little things that rule the world.
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Guitarist Danny Damage promises that if everyone would just stay out of his way, no one will get hurt. In previous incarnations he did soundtrack work for Roger Corman (Caged Heat 3000) and played in The Trillion Stars, Sur Drone, psych groups such as Cyan and the notorious Pay the Man. Lately he likes opening shows by saying things like “Welcome to my house.” The territorial type, you might say
T. likes sweaty drums. Pushing across the South, in bands such as Flounders Without Eyes and House of Usher, he sat his bare ass down in New York with The Chimps. Not content to just play along, T. strikes until sound or silence fills every space. “It keeps me sane.” -- T
D. Cruz is trained as a classical guitarist. It’s more obvious, however, that what he really likes is playing his bass till his fingers literally bleed. He worked the Northeast in the brit-pop outfit The New Years and the experimental United Star Power. But in For Real For Real, Cruz commits to rumbling a sonorous underline and proving that eye makeup can be brawny
Last year Vee Free literally burned five years of poetry to open herself up to writing performance-oriented lyrics. Rather than relying on the audience’s ability to decipher cryptic meanings, her sardonic and impassioned songs have become nearly as effective at carrying her message as have her long supple legs.