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The best kept secret in music

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"333 at Billiards Club (Columbus, OH)"

Crisscrossing Nicholle Dieckman's brooding vocals with a thick miasma of thrashing guitars and sundry tumult, 333 creates a moody stir that works best in sharpest relief, as on "Rusty Pillow," where the singer's caterwaul recalls that of Kristin Hersh in her early days of throwing her muse. –Stephen Slaybaugh - Colubus Alive


"High Five, 3-29"

Second up was 333. I had never seen them before, and I ended up liking their stuff pretty well. They do the concept of "volume-changing metal" much better than the normal metal band I know of (which are not alot). The female lead singer's voice is rather soulful, and she is rather skilled with embellishing the slower, quieter parts of the tunes. Then the men in the band kick a hole in the wall. The drummer and bass-player kicked out some powerful stuff, and the guitarist was no slouch either. I need to see them again soon.
-Dan Blocker - Donewaiting.com


"Marathon Midpoint: Beulah, Vanderslice, Evil Queens, 333, Silo, Radio Appearance, Cinema Eye, PGMG, FREAKING MORE"

Friday The Evil Queens, 333 @ Skully's
I missed the first band but came in right as 333 were beginning their set. Holy shit. They're the find of the month, for sure. Their music is hard to describe, so I'll do my best. Female singer with a voice that can go anywhere it wants. A bass player that makes the sound of fourteen basses playing at once. A guitar player and drummer that fill out the rest of the sound perfectly. The music is loud. It sort of reminded me to Death Valley 69 era Sonic Youth, but that might be off. If you were making an independent black and white film about serial killers (a love story) you'd ask 333 to score the soundtrack. - Donewaiting.com


Discography

Ephemeral Fate(LP)2003

TiredArm(S)2004-appears on 'Workbook Studio 25 Hour Grand Prix

Cry Baby Cry(S)2006-appears on Aquabear Legion 'White Album' Comp.

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Feeling a bit camera shy

Bio

Have you ever wondered what it would sound like to
fuck a stranger on the floor of a gas station
bathroom? Perhaps you have wondered to yourself what
that smell is that lingers wherever you go. The
answers to these mysteries aren’t beyond reach nor are
they eternal questions that should plague humanity
into war after war. Here’s a hint. 333. No, not the
trinity. It’s a wang dang rock band. The once dumbly
called Triple Three has come to pull down your shorts
with a loving nightmare they call music.
Offering up lullabies for a strong bellied, work-a-day
community 333 prove that corporate slaves don’t always
need Viagra. This strangely erotic four some will
chick moan and man howl their way into your hearts and
homes with little effort. This pop/rock-rooted
onslaught dented with left over drugs like swill has
accessibility that most odd rock groups tend to fall
short. Without the normal curse of an over abundance
of social awareness this 333 creature uses its tongue
and cheek antics in a lead by example form.
Yes, rock has been done before. Yes, guitars and chick
singers are too normal to be cool. Isn’t that the
idea? Isn’t that what we all do? Like the Japanese
adding record and fast forward to our VCR’s, 333 have
carved out their own slot of improvements in the
modern music gangbang. Putting the honesty and flow
back where it belongs, in the music itself. No member
stands above the other. It’s the oddest thing. The
chick is a member not a leader and for you rock freaks
the men growl you into satisfaction. A true community
of perverse distinction is the 333.
I welcome you to this quadruple threat known as 333.
Pull out your crotch and rock that stroke. This is
rock, baby, like fingering yourself at a funeral.