The Glamour Pantomime

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about

The Glamour Pantomime was written and recorded between mid-October and mid-December 2012

except "Into Mortal Drains", which was written/recorded in fall of 2009

credits

released January 15, 2013

Andee Blacksugar: instruments, vocals, programming

Timo Ellis: live drum parts on "Loud Girls on the L Train" and "Careful Where You Step"

Leon Gruenbaum played Samchillian Tip Tip Tip CheeePeeeee (right speaker) during the guitar/synth duel in "Synthesizer License"

Jimmy Lopez: voodoo percussion and theramin on "Scandal In Apt #3" and "This Is Art"

Matt Farley: live drums on "Synthesizer License" (thanks to Andrew Dickson for engineering in Nashville!)

Dave Smith: fretless bass on "This Is Art"

additional outro vocals on "Galaxies of Neon": Alexcalibur, Timo Ellis, Keeta Speed, D.A. Karkos, Shane Smith and Victoria Lesiw

recorded/mixed/produced by Andee (except for some of the guest tracks, which were recorded by the musicians themselves)

mastered by Julian Silva at On Air Mastering

photography by Natasha Gornik

all songs copyright 2013 Andee's Vault Music/SESAC

thanks to Eventide, DiMarzio, Fractal Audio and Tom King/Atomic Amps for invaluable gear and assistance

JUST SAY NO TO AUTO-TUNE


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"A glam-powered industrial super nova statement of intent...a white line to a post-apocalyptic Studio 54...[The Glamour Pantomime] is an album of extremes, intoxicating and human, wrapped in a true technicolor coat." - The Sound of Confusion

"[Top Ten of 2013!] If I could summarize this whole soul-sucking, paranoia-themed roller coaster of an album in only one word, that would be fun. Fun fun fun. It's colorful, charming and full of personality." - TZEEEAC

"The missing link between early Roxy Music, Talking Heads and Prince...funky electro dance art rock with a glam twist...should convince anybody who is looking for an album that the Purple One has been failing to deliver for decade or so." - Here Comes the Flood

"Hilariously acerbic lyrics...a biting commentary on the more repugnant side of glamour and other forms of manufactured coolness." - Natalie Hamingson, Blvd Central

"This is an album unlike any I’ve heard in quite some time. It combines the qualities of some of my favorite pieces of music to form something fresh that caught me completely off guard but in the best possible way." - Raised By Gypsies

"It is only through some small ugly knot in the threads of our societal fabric that yours is not a household name" - Matt Picone, Fractal Audio

"Explosively lush and elegantly walks the line between sex fueled dance pop and otherworldly guitar shred." - Charles Neiland, Her Vanished Grace

"An artist connecting the dots between the glam of Roxy Music, the sex funk of Prince, and just a hint of Marilyn Manson's angst, his latest record, The Glamour Pantomine, finds the artist dealing with all his pet peeves at once...this record may be Andee Blacksugar's bitch-fest, but it couldn't be more dance-ready." - Deli Magazine

""The Glamour Pantomime is full of energy; there’s a lot of fun to be had listening to it." - Echoes and Dust

FAN FEEDBACK:

"Bright and beautiful with stellar production. listen to this, you will be doing your soul a favor" - Corinne Crosby, rock enthusiast

"The best record Prince never put out! For me personally, this is going to be the album to beat for 2013. Good luck to the rest of you out there." - Chad Von Haden, JAY

"He would rather drink a gallon of Drano than use AutoTune" - Eric Moberg, NJ bicyclist from Hell

"THIS ALBUM IS A KILLER!!! ELECTRONICGUITARROCKGLITTERPOPBOMB" - Uli Aven Haley Scheffler, German rock goddess

"I'm no longer amazed by your brilliance/talent/musical output because I am now convinced you are not human. NO human being can compose/create/put forth so much musical output with such effortless grooviness. Where are you from, Andee Blacksugar?" - Teague Clements, NYC tastemaker.

"Instantly and assertively tickled the 'this-is-very-cool' part of my brian" - Lee Wertman, LA guitar hero

"The pure evolution of music lives in Andee Blacksugar. The new BST release is truly proof of this." - Hank Dunne, OMF

"Almost Purple Rain-era Prince like." - John Sullivan, master
luthier

"It is beyond my comprehension that a guitar virtuoso like [Andee] - with chops comparable to Vai and anyone else at the top of the list -continues to, almost defiantly, refuse to use the guitar as his primary weapon. Instead, keeping it in the holster, waiting to use it, only if it fits into the song. Which is a sincere credit to the songwriting" - Chris Karam, golden-eared listener

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Track Name: Obedience
the wasted minutes you couldn't see
the squandered moments when you were free
the charismatic who stole the scene
caressed yr ego and took out yr knees
(and now you're)

BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE

the ravages of luxury
the scorched earth of conformity
the hissing lust and sorcery
the fading spectre of what you could be

the ravages of luxury
the ravages of luxury

(and now you're)

BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE

looking for a leader baby
give me direction
looking for a leader someone
give me my line
looking for a leader baby
give me direction
looking for a leader someone
give me my line

BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
Track Name: Loud Girls on the L Train
waist-deep in it now
and we're squirming under the judgment
the narcissist dislodged
like a shark tooth on the sidewalk

COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED

WTFF?
this place is a digital blizzard
the glamour pantomime and the queen bee wanna-be's
i hate these people staring
make them go away from me

COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED
MIDNIGHT. CHAMPAGNE. LOUD GIRLS ON THE L TRAIN

the space bar jockeys bathing in the strobelight
the wobble remix
the brooding hostess
the multiplying dance floor
the witches of New York
the vampires of the V.I.P.
follow the cocaine trail to Valhalla
hail Satan!

COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED
MIDNIGHT. CHAMPAGNE. LOUD GIRLS ON THE L TRAIN
Track Name: Synthesizer License
you like the fuzz on my guitar
you squirm for the sorcery of overhead compression
i say it's not a proper job
you'll never turn those heads in the vintage clothing store without your

SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE

analog is yr black card
like Gary Oldman, you'll be eating every scene
you know it's not a proper job
to simply live between the white keys

*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK

(you won't be havin' none of that without a)

SYNTHESIZER LICENSE

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
(Andee and Leon duel)

SYNTHESIZER LICENSE...
Track Name: Hiding in Public Spaces
hiding in public spaces
it's what i do best
wearing all my favorite faces
always overdressed

and you know my affliction
it's not a mile away from yours
harlequins need addictions:
mine is fiction and yours is keeping score

gotcha mustache, gotcha short-shorts
gotcha face-plant to yr iPhone
gotcha filter for yr photos
we're the shark tooth in the blow-hole
we're the flat-line of the party
really artless, but we're "arty"
we're the bloodless and the normal
we're the black paint on the portal

and you know my affliction
it's not a mile away from yours
harlequins need addictions:
mine is fiction and yours is keeping score

hiding in public spaces
don't you know that it's what
fuckin' i do best
crushing anything like sincerity
underneath a mask of self-righteousness

and you know my affliction....
Track Name: Love Is Theatre
always a catastrophe inbetween the lines
every conversation full of land mines

so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre

the war and the warrior
the seduction of destruction
we're at the mouth of hell, but hey --
we're only following instructions

you've been stockpiling ammunition
readying for war
on the outside a smile
but hey, what is it good for?

so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre

the actor and the poet go storming the border
inside they're just the same, but hey --
they're only following orders

so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
the poet and the warrior
inside they're just the same
so find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
Track Name: This Is Art
rats running wild in yr mind
the dots are disconnected all the time
spatter and spew, dijon bijou
you are the swan and
the swan is yr design

clouds of rhinestones
choke my filthy heart

Izabel vicodin high
the lights and the generators die
in my heart, a sad bouquet
of cupid arrows flung from yr bidet

sequined eyes steal glances
but this ain't what romance is
this is art

missives pass from dead lips
and swirls of glitter choke my
choke my
choke my
filthy
filthy
heart
Track Name: Favourite Threat
last time i saw you, you were underneath the ice
the horror of the blank page and the never- ending night
that oozing confidence lives only in the sun
but the meltdowns in the small hours are seen by no one
seen by no one

next time i see you, will you be my favorite threat?
will you knock me on the floor, like i ain't been murdered yet?
will your lust for the normal be washed into the sea?
ya gotta
ya gotta
drown that sucker baby, and let yr spirit be

last time i touched you, you were colder than the ground
the noise of yr conscience was the loudest sound
will you put this one behind you, and fire up yr eyes?
or will you draw that bath of sorrow, and melt into the sky?

next time i see you, will you be my favorite threat?
will you knock me on the floor, like i ain't been murdered yet?
will your lust for the normal be washed into the sea?
ya gotta
ya gotta
drown that sucker baby, and let yr spirit be
Track Name: Scandal In Apt #3
you're wary of my gravity;
i tremble at yr indiscretion
the scandal in apartment 3
the neighbors feast on our confessions
this car is outta control
this place is crawling with spies
this night is eating us whole
our wheels dance on the black ice

and whiskey fever has my eyes
i am deluded and diluted
i gotta laugh if i can't cry
the veins of logic are polluted

THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED

we are the black paint on the portal
we are the black paint on the portal
WE ARE THE BLACK PAINT ON THE PORTAL
WE ARE THE BLACK PAINT ON THE PORTAL

SCANDAL IN APT #3
Track Name: Careful Where You Step
yr mind's eye is bloodshot
you live in the blind spot
this place gone ballistic
we'll become statistics

when i'm in a tight spot
i dance like a robot
they're pissed off and twisted
we can't stay and kick it

i'm up to my face in
the stench and the taste and
i'm trying to find you
so i can rewind you

(and the moon is laughing)

the street is electric
with crooks and their step-kids

(and the seas are rising)

CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP MY DARLING

the next stop is gunshots and
head shops and hip hop
and dead weight at cut-rate
don't dilate or fixate

(and the night's out-classin')

the floodgates of cheapskates
and inflated primates

(and the ships are passing)

CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP MY DARLING
Track Name: Into Mortal Drains
shovel in, shovel out
blinkers on, we paint the house today
so hooray

a candle here, a curtain there,
heaters bang while neighbors sleep away
another day

cushions on dusty floors
cracking paint un-hides the walls in here
where it's clear

features once beautiful
run like tallow into mortal drains
with the rain

once a flower, crumpled now
sullied by the influence of nights
that you despised
once we were delicate
tears that streaked erosion down our face
took our place

camera click, camera flash
turn in place and bat the lash again
and again
bleached until featureless
desperately correcting evidence
of what is spent

shovel in, shovel out
blinkers on, we paint the house today
so hooray

a candle here, a curtain there,
heaters bang while neighbors sleep away
another day

cushions on dusty floors
cracking paint un-hides the walls in here
where it's clear

features once beautiful
run like tallow into mortal drains
with the rain
Track Name: Galaxies of Neon
he was full of broken glass
she was an oracle of class
when all the awkward gestures had passed
he got between the headphones at last

AND NOW YOU ARE A MILE HIGH
WITH ANGER IN YR SAD EYES
GALAXIES OF NEON
AND THE UNKNOWN
ARE YR NEW HOME

he was an automatic loss
always the skinned knee on the sidewalk

and they would be kissing yr ass
if they could see behind yr mask

BUT NOW YR LIFE IS ALL GLOOM
CUZ THEY MADE YOU CRY IN HOMEROOM
YOU COULD SMASH THEIR LITTLE FACES
AND ERASE THEM - YOU CAN TASTE IT!

you stare into the meter...
the volume makes you freer...
you feel the synthesizer...
is making you wiser...
and two guitar chords...
delivered by a Marshall...
sweetly exorcise..
and make you twice yr size...

AND NOW YOU ARE A MILE HIGH
THE GODS ARE NOW YR ALLIES
GALAXIES OF NEON
AND THE UNKNOWN
ARE YR NEW HOME

la-da-da-da-da-da...