I get emails:

Hey,

What’s with all the club music? R U GAY?

- yo mama

I found it odd that my mother would write me something like that, especially since she usually favours the writing of full words instead of using letters which phonetically sound as words in order to replace actual words in a bid to look cool. Because my mom is anything but cool. That utter lack of coolness also totally prevents my mom from reading my blog. I therefore deduced that the person who wrote me that email was an impostor, someone trying to pass him- or herself off as my mother. Which, I feel, starts this correspondence off on a very bad note.

But to answer your question, “yo mama,” no, I am not “gay.” Totally and completely not gay. If you feel that someone writing about electronic (aka “club”) music is gay, well, I’m just going to have to remedy that by writing about music which is totally and completely not gay. Like I am. And like Triclops!

These San Fransiscans churn out the heavy with a combination of progressive rock arrangements infused with a potent dose of punk energy, which equates to a loud, galloping monster of a song in Freedom Tickler. As singer John Mink tears into mass consumerism with choleric vocals, steady, militaristic drums hold the course for the on-the-brink guitars to flare up in conflagrations of pounding riffs, thumping mercilessly into an apex of epic grit and ire, at times making us feel we’re in metal territory. This song is out to shake the foundations of your world, so if it feels a little cataclysmic, you need to give yourself a once-over.

So, “yo mama,” I hope we can put that one to rest. Totally and completely.

MP3: Triclops! - Freedom Tickler

www.triclopsband.com
myspace.com/triclopsband