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Prizzy Prizzy Please
Prizzy Prizzy Please

Catalog Number: jnr48
Release Date: 03/09/10

MP3: $7

Track List:

Shorgasm
Flea Bomb
Too Many T-Shirts
Captain Bob
Thought Command
Campfire Girls' Weekend Party
Crackhead / Drill Bits
Thundergust Of Woodpeckers
Dyno Police

Despite treading the deep waters of self-important hipster rock, Prizzy Prizzy Please has managed to carve a musical niche with the power of zebra snack cakes, slam dunks, and piles of beer-soaked confetti. Their self-titled, debut release is loud, contagious laughter in the quiet mass of would-be artsy rock albums.

Singer/saxophonist Mark Pallman's voice shifts between maniacal shouting and ultraviolet falsetto as he sings songs of the patently absurd: flea infestations, breaking the Guinness world record for most t-shirts worn at one time, and buying drill bits from crack addicts. The band blames their collective obsession with Animal Planet for encouraging songs about large flocks of woodpeckers, disaster monkeys, and police officers who happen to be dinosaurs. Though one might assume music for such lyrics would be written with a 13-key battery-operated toy piano, Pallman's words turn out to be perfectly suited to this chugging four-piece engine of dancey instrumental prowess.

Track by track, Prizzy Prizzy Please showcases chainsawing metallic keyboard lines, generously frosted with saxophone blasts running atop a ballistic drum and bass section. Songs hit heavy and quick with very little pause for breath, adequately emulating the raucous excitement of PPP's live performance. The clever instrumentation is a ferocious jubilee, managing to seamlessly meld stadium rock and garage punk inside the cast of traditional pop song structures. In short, this album is a gold mine of anthemic melodies that you'll spend the next 25 minutes listening to, but the next 25 years humming to.

"Well, when listening to Prizzy Prizzy Please for the first time, the primary image in my head was Fozzie the Bear licking the wallpaper in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Why? Hard to say. It just seems like a sport-on soundtrack for such an event. For the most part, the initial sampling just made me hyper and hungry for pixie sticks. However, the first impression of a screamer pop metal band proved superficial when a grab bag of quirks surfaced with each new listen."
Slug Magazine

"Prizzy Prizzy Please aren't a dance-punk band so much as a band of hyperactive noise miscreants who can't quite decide what genre will spark the most fun. The Bloomington, Indiana, boys' debut album presents a little bit of funk here, some speed metal over there, a touch of '80s power-pop on the other side... and smashes it all together with a nonsensical dada wallop."
Paper Thin Walls

"Combining the mature art-punk of modern greats like Parts & Labor or Lightning Bolt with the goofy lyrics and sloppy production of your local basement punk band, Bloomington, IN's Prizzy Prizzy Please have loaded their self-titled debut with anthems. Opener "Shorgasm" develops into a chaotic post-punk classic with some rumbling Motorhead guitars, while "Too Many T-Shirts" adds harmonised gang vocals to its blast of sound. But it's "Thundergust of Woodpeckers" that represents the record best, with its tapped guitar lead that climaxes with an arena-rock finale. Enthusiastically creative and unpretentious, Prizzy Prizzy Please could be your favourite new band whether you're 13 or 30."
Exclaim!

"It's really kind of amazing how muscular many of these songs are considering the lack of guitar. The keys fill in well enough, but mostly these guys survive on attitude alone. But hey, when you're as committed as Prizzy Prizzy Please, things tend to work out. This is hardly sophisticated or even accomplished music. But it's got enough energy and fury to power two suns. Awe-inspiring."
Aiding & Abetting

"For fans of: What the fuck are you listening to? Dead Milkmen, Mr. Bungle, Tenacious D. Here's what it is: The jocks wont get it, your boyfriend wont get it, your friends wont get it, most of you reading wont get this one, but this spastic, hyperactive, saxophone driven indie/art punk album is a zany hip shaking jubilee of uncontrollable mirth and rhythm. It really doesn't sound like anything else. Its rapid playfulness is like a Romper Room crack fest."
Evil Needles