SexTapes Press Bio #1
Friday, October 17th, 2008What does Paris Hilton and the Reverend Jerry Falwell have in common? Besides being unfit for public consumption even in a hopelessly out of kilter world, they both wanted their SexTapes (the latterâs featuring Tinky Winky). Well, weâve got âem⌠unexpurgated, sordid, and with novel deviations to stimulate the jaded.
Like other unique musical endeavors, SexTapes originated out of sheer perverse amusement with a series of informal jams by Wheeler and Fox in a cluttered garage. There, amid a bewildering array of audio electronics in every conceivable state of condition, promising sonic experiments continued with slated vocalist Chris Pitmanâs enthusiastic blessings, even though the former bowling alley mechanic and conceptual art aficionado was about to embark on a mammoth tour as an integral part of Guns N Roses. And why not⌠the resume of the three would show a shared musical history with less than a âsix degrees of separationâ scenario: Prior to âJaneâs Addictionâ, Wheeler had played (bass) with his then roommate Perry Ferrell in âPsi-Comâ, a regular in the L.A. underground scene in the mid-1980s. Afterwards he brought on âKarmageddonâ with Kali-armed drummer Danny Carey now of Tool notoriety. Chris, too, had been in various bands with his University of Missouri Conservatory of Music bro, Carey, both in their defiant K.C. days, and latter in the prog-tinged âZaumâ, with the polymorphous composer also adding synth textures on Toolâs multi-platinum album âAenima.â On that same record, fellow Zaumite (and Dannyâs paragliding buddy until their instructor got killed after being slammed against the side of a mountain), bassist Marko Fox supplied the dramatic vocals used on the Gotterdammerung-like âDie Eier Von Satan.â But that was thenâŚ
With the addition of drummer Ryan Brown, the band moved from Markoâs garage into a more spacious studio lockout in North Hollywood. There, Kelly and Chris began cherry-picking from the early demos, keeping in mind their goal of creating a record that no âAmerican Idolâ contestant would ever be able to stomach. Beginning in 2006, drum tracks were laid down at âThe Pass Studiosâ on Cahuenga, with Wheeler and Fox also tracking their parts with Chrisâs Production. Finally back from being on the road with GNR, Chris began recording the lead vocals, afterwards enduring the meticulous process of adding multiple layers and, if not lush, roughly shimmering guitar-synths which, at times, are reminiscent of his masterful arrangements on Luskâs âFree Mars.â
Fast forward to 2008. Reference mixes from âThe Passâ were painstakingly remixed (and mastered) until the desired result was achieved. And what a result! Unwary listeners be warned, the SexTapes debut is not for puerile tastes (just listen a few dozen times and see for yourself), but an outright assault on defanged banality. And with its completion, the band finds itself duly prepared to cross that perilous chasm (on the electraFox or otherwise), including, if need be, fannish idolation, the taxman, and obligatory dealings with industry types (Marko at one time having at least one of every known species of snakes native to South Carolina). As enticing as a butcherâs window (that previously mentioned), and as audacious as spoiling the prize, here, then, is the realization of a blending of musical ideas that one might expect from a group whose individual tastes include cantaloupe and wine with Dali, curry with Dawkins, and steak and iced tea with Peckinpah and Crowley.
Blair MacKenzie Blake