All of Your Friends

All of Your Friends

 Winnipeg, Manitoba, CAN
BandPopRock

5-piece sociopop/circus-folk extravaganza from Winnipeg Manitoba. Combining classic pop elements with socio-political purpose, All Of Your Friends’ live show is a heartthrob of dueling guitars, organs, accordion, harmonies, pianos, melodica and harmonica pasted on a bright drum n’ bass skeleton.

Biography

“All of Your Friends today, The Velvet Underground a long time ago”
-Grant Lawrence, CBCRadio3

“The record is a sparkling lesson in expertly crafted indie-pop. From blurry and spacey to catchy and bright, it’s mature for a debut, let alone one that was created from equipment that came from the garbage or Moore’s grandparents.”
-Jen Zorrati, The New Pollution

“To the outsider looking in, it kind of seems like All Of Your Friends have one giant horseshoe shoved up their proverbial ass. But that's really only a half-truth. The Winnipeg-based indie collective also happen to be really, really good.” –ChartAttack

And now, the biography (excerpted from The New Pollution New Music Review)…
It’s almost like stepping back in time: the big orange house, located on a busy Winnipeg street, with no numbers on the outside. Inside…stacks upon stacks of records peek from bookshelves amid mismatched furniture straight from 1976. The dining room looks like the one from your parents’ house – except the walls are papered with gig flyers. Oh, and the table and chairs have been cleared out to make room for keyboards and guitars.
It’s a fitting home for the sociopop collective All Of Your Friends, even though only three of them actually live there. The smoky rooms double as a jam space and a recording studio. It may not sound like the digs you’d associate with a buzz band, but then, AOYF kind of won that title by accident.

(They) have only been a band for 10 months – the length of the average high school romance - but in that time, the band has managed to record enough songs for a full-length album, nab a gig opening for the New Pornographers and get their tunes heard beyond the Perimeter Highway.

“What we like to believe is that we met on a Transit bus that got stuck in a snowstorm,” Moore says.

“It’s sort of our myth”, Graumann laughs.

Actually, it’s sort of a lie. The quintet didn’t meet on a snow-stranded city bus at all. In fact, despite their unconventional rise, their roots are very ordinary.

“We just kind of found each other,” Cameron says.

“It was sort of like pick up hockey,” Moore laughs, “Then we ended up with a team.”

With members both classically trained and self-taught, the quintet’s diverse musical backgrounds are evident on their self-titled EP – which isn’t actually an EP at all. Long enough to be a stand-alone album, the record is a sparkling lesson in expertly crafted indie-pop. From blurry and spacey to catchy and bright, it’s mature for a debut, let alone one that was created from equipment that came from the garbage or Moore’s grandparents.

If you’ve snagged a copy of the EP, you will notice many similarities between the disc’s 10 songs and the soon-to-be-released record. And if you didn’t, don’t worry – the EP was never actually released.

“It just kind of got out there,” Moore says.

The few copies that are currently changing hands among scenesters are burned, sealed in self-made sleeves. The track listings differ, depending on when it was acquired.

The leaked EP is proof enough that sometimes a record that’s decidedly lo-fi can still generate some serious buzz. The disc has helped AOYF snag some much-wanted gigs.

A casual entry into an Exclaim!/CBC Radio 3 contest was equally dramatic. “It just said to send in a tune from your band, so I sent in a tune from my band,” Graumann says.

Thinking it was just to get some airplay on Radio 3, AOYF didn’t think much of the submission. Some weeks later, however, the band found out they’d won a place on the Montreal bill of the Exclaim! Mint Roadshow in October, sharing the stage with the New Pornographers.

The high-profile gig was certainly a turning point. The band also landed a gig in Ottawas opening for the Hylozoists, the like-minded multi-instrumental collective founded by musical mastermind Paul Aucoin. And Aucoin wasn’t the only one to take an interest in the Winnipeg band. The quintet has attracted the attention of a number of notable indie acts, opening for The Awkward Stage, The Hidden Cameras, and Tokyo Police Club. Not bad for a band that previously went unbooked.

“It was like the opening of the gate, those shows,” says Cameron, “Now we open for everyone who comes to town.”

It’s not hard to figure out why the quirky collective is a hit. There is something a bit different about AOYF. The ‘Peg may be as famous for its music scene as it is for its windchill, but in a hardened prairie city with even harder winters, the music tends to be, well, hard. The ‘60s-soaked garage rock revival and the gut-punching punk movement are certainly alive and kicking, but AOYF are exposing a different side of the scene – whether it’s a calculated move or not.

“When we write, we’re not going for a specific genre,” Cameron insists.

“Sociopop is just socio-political music that is accessible,” Moore says of their self-branding, “I think ‘circus folk’ was another name we were using

Lyrics

No Monuments

Written By: Dana Moore

opportunity knocks
when fate isn't watching the clock
you pray to your safety god, play it safe, though you think you know that it's not
worth the wait to get to the gate just to find that it's locked

oh i know, written in bold "DO AS YOUR TOLD AND YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU WANT"
but no, in a show to get ahead, we're left decapitated to haunt
the night, in this life we get one chance, do it right - it ends the same, rich or stuck
so it seems, outside of dreams, the well-rested get all the luck

and great hair - take care to breathe air from somewhere out of the box
where you work, that you drive, or the one in which your cradle rocks
when the bough breaks ladders fall to escape but too late our parents call the cops
to deploy parachutes bearing troops just in time to outline the city in chalk

look what i drew upon the walk - i drew upon my experience talking the talk
is cheap - five bucks, you've got enough for a shot and a peep
inside the parade - shake your leg - and count all the friends that you've made
on one hand, i bet four won't understand you when you sing or you say

oh! let the forest regrow up from out of our graves
no lawns! no lawns! no lawns to hold us as slaves
no monuments to remember the brave
because we're all brave

we're all brave

local celebrities gather at the watering hole for a (pre show) dance party

Written By: dana moore

Shot down the birds for you
Needed one but wanted two
In the mornin’ silence rings no one sings the praise of the progress you bring
Just when you think the mornin’s done alarms ring one more chance to run

Drag down the sun my man goddam we’re doin’ all that we can We will leave this mess here in our place so the future remembers this was our space
Which one among us can leave the biggest trace?
How come only us weak give a damn about savin’ face?
Just when you think the storm is done, trailin’ clouds of glory do we come

Un Estado

Written By: D Moore

So you think it’s pretty safe to hope for the best when trouble calls
Better yet to expect the worst, blessed or cursed, when death lurks in the hall
Usually overlooked by the crooked, but certainly best of all
Is to lose the expectations we choose – change the fuse – illuminate the bruise
You earned in the fall

From willin’ the mindset of one state – shouts of one god for all
Are fillin’ the right wing villains with hate and false confidence in their calls
For killin’ without contemplation while all of us young sleuths fall
With chilled skin – never to vote for the pope because the choice left us no choice at all
No the choice left us no choice at all

Prodigal sons – hired guns ensurin’ the buses and poor leftists run
To the woods, our hidden neighbourhoods, refusin’ to pay taxes on services and goods
Young Robin Hoods stood against the comin’ city sprawl
They say if we could we would think to our shaky nests, but we just hope for the best
And that’s all

We’re still in the mindset of one state - shouts of one god for all
Are fillin’ the right wing villains with hate and false confidence in their calls
For killin’ without contemplation while all of us young sleuths fall
With chilled skin – never to vote for the pope because the choice left us no choice at all
No the choice left us no choice at all No the choice left us no choice at all

So slip on your coat and your warm woolen mittens when
High tide arrives it’ll be safe for us to go back outside
With all the cemeteries drowned in the blood of the towns
There will be no memories left to pull us back down
Into waters where even the most skilled sailors
Drown, drown, drown and on your way
Down, down appreciate the absence of sound
We can’t help but frown ‘though we know it’s not all our fault
Guillotine or town hall – the choice it left us no choice at all

No the choice left us no choice at all No the choice left us no choice at all

We’re still in the mindet of one state all for one, one, one state for all

No the choice left us no choice at all

Loose Change

Written By: Dana Moore

Grab what you can and trail on
We chase our tails and parade our skeletons
Clapping hands, shadow puppets banging drums
You're trailing trailing trailing trailing trailing trailing done

fire your gun
Everyone fire your guns
You might as well set the cradle out to freeze
You've no use for mouths you can't feed
Replace the work of men with machines
Burning rubber, breathing oil, but you're saving your cash money

So you want to tie mom and dad to the bed
Burn down the house, now you're making sense
Fueled by lies and empty threats
Such a hard day's work you deserve a rest
To count the loose change jangling in your empty head

All of Your Friends Were Liars

Written By: Dana Moore

All of your friends met tragic ends overseas
The waves crashed ashore but the bodies they bore wore the red enemy fatigues
We believed in a god, but i guess we were just robbed of sleep
In the prayers that we sent we regret and repent and then we count sheep

"All of your friends were liars" they said "They were thieves"
"You can tell in the way that they dress and the mess that they leave"
Well this mess is yours too, we learned it from you - so don't you dare even make to
Believe when they say our faults will be swept away in the garbage day breeze

You'd better hope your
Ceiling is not our floor
Because we'll be doubly sure
To tapdance if you snore

Because everyone's talking not looking where they're walking on fairly busy streets
Trying and succeeding in bandaging their bleeding leather feet
They're pushing full throttle for courage in a bottle and stoking the dream
In a head shut off from thinking of the coming threat of sinking in rising seas

All of your friends were liars, wolf criars and thieves.

Discography

All of Your Friends EP1 & EP2 (unofficial) - all tracks received campus radio play, CBC Radio 3 internet/satellite radio play.

All Of Your Friends Were Liars won Mint/Exclaim's 15th Anniversary grand prize, UMFM's 'Single of the Year' 2006 and was featured on The New Pollution's Dec/Jan podcast and on Exclaim! magazines online publication.

Local Celebrities Gather at the Watering Hole for a (pre-show) Dance Party was featured on UMFM's August podcast, CBCRadio 3's 'Beaver Fever' podcast, The New Pollution's November podcast, and was a CBCRadio 3 'song of the day' in Dec 2006.

Dana Moore appeared with the track "No Monuments' on CBCradio3's 'Tour Diary' program.

'All Of Your Friends L.P.' - to be released Summer 2008

Set List

tiny set: 30 minutes
small set: 45 minutes
full set: 60 - 80 minutes

Local Celebrities Gather at the Watering Hole for a (pre-show) dance party
Napoleon's War
Loose Change
Twenty Five Year Olds
The Blow
No Monuments
Sleuths
Flameaters
La Fin de la Fin
A Toast to All Great Suicides
Skin and Bones
One State
A Note to Those Who Dwell on the Coast
The Dead Cast Faint Shadows if you Let Them
All of Your Friends Were Liars
New Vampires
Alternate Ending (Local Celebrities Gather Around the Kill for a Post-Coital Meltdown)
The Streets are Littered
I am Going, but I am Not Gone
They Say this is our Plague

covers:
Fraggle Rock Theme
Chelsea Hotel #2
Golden Girls theme ('thank you for being a friend')