The Glamour Pantomime

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Carol Shaw Andee is an amazing talent. I dance around the house when his music is playing. Favorite track: Galaxies of Neon.
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Ebony Blackheart You can become as involved in this music as much as you want to. It's great background music if your Mum is visiting, you can dance around the kitchen to it, or you can put on the headphones and lose yourself in the brilliance of the music and the skill of the execution. Elegant, sassy and fun. Favorite track: Scandal In Apt #3.
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1.
Obedience 01:59
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
2.
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
3.
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...
4.
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....
5.
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
6.
This Is Art 03:04
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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...

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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