Baby Dayliner
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Baby Dayliner


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The best kept secret in music


"Time Out New York feature"

Schtick Up: Critics is a strikingly cohesive and mature release that outshines its predecessor at every step. The songs are catchier, the jokes less gimmicky, and the production - a lush, funky blend of dance-pop, soul and house- more elegant; Marunas's rich, languid baritone holds the diverse material together. Moreover, the lyrics have a solid core of self-reflection that's disarming and sometimes even painful. A standout track is "The Way You Look Tonight"--not the Kern-Fields chestnut, but an original in which the narrator vacillates between lust and remorse. "At Least," the album's opener, is bold and show-tuney, anchored by a big, brassy synth refrain. The song surveys the end of a life, Sinatra-style: "Checking out of this hotel, yeah, think I truly paid / Hope I tip the owner plenty, enough that he may get on his way." - TIME OUT NEW YORK (New York, NY)

"XLR8R record review"

In a just world, Baby Dayliner would be an icon in the new wave of crooner-inspired pop acts, proudly adorning shiny shirts and dreaming of headlining Radio City. As that's clearly not going to happen soon, we'll have to be content with Critics Pass Away, his near-perfect second album. Equal parts Morrissey, Gainsbourg, Adam Ant, and Manilow--for real--BD (a.k.a. Ethan Marunas) invites you to his electro-pop lounge act where piano-tickling and jazz standards are flung out the window, and samplers and drum machines prevail... Baby Dayliner is the white, bequiffed, male vocalist brilliantly repackaged for the iTunes generation. - XLR8R (June/July 2006)

"Playboy record review"

Dayliner, or Ethan Marunas as his parents call him, has produced an insanely eclectic batch of danceable electro-pop. It's definitely weird, but when it works, there's nothing quite like its mix of New Order synths, David Bowie baritone and Magnetic Fields flamboyance. - PLAYBOY (June 2006)

" review"

Baby Dayliner has put together a very enjoyable album here. The songs are upbeat and create a distinctive mix of ages, styles, and even locales - close your eyes and imagine Brooklyn had a sunny beach down the street that everyone went to and had a dance party at every weekend, and at night made a bonfire and sang around it. That's where this music would fit in. But because this heaven doesn't exist, go out on your balcony on a sunny day, close your eyes, and turn on the ipod. Critics Pass Away will take your mind to this place, or at least will get you to plan that vacation to Miami.

- OKAYPLAYER (May 2006)

"Music for Robots posting"

Today's track comes from MFR live showcase alum Baby Dayliner, a.k.a. Ethan Marunas, a one-man karaoke/caberet/lounge act (though I hear he's touring with a live band now, which ups the ante from wonderful to potentially magical). His smooth, warm tones and classic musical touch are just the thing to help your tired, salt-caked body relax during this cool spell we've been blessed with, post heatwave. Put this on your boombox, head to the roof, plop down on your busted lawn chair and crack open a cold beer. See? It works. It works good. The real gem with BDL is, of course, the live act, and so be sure to check up on your local listings and his tour dates to see when he'll be playing near you.


"Entertainment Weekly review"

Strange strains of hip-hop, Broadway, and glam converge on this vibrant song from one-man indie superstar Ethan Marunas, a.k.a. Baby Dayliner. Bellowing like David Bowie doing his best Sinatra, Marunas' croon is a showstopping force that ties together the song's bouncy piano, frolicking horns, and boom-bap beat. It's like modern musical theater with a swinging disco bent.


"Village Voice review"

Baby Dayliner prerecords lo-fi synth-ditties at home, carries his gear on stage in an old suitcase, and then sings along like a one-man karaoke act. There's more than novelty going on: With his low-throated voice, earnest love songs, and silly-yet-somehow-genuine rapping, Baby Dayliner is crafting beguiling songs that test the limits of sincerity. An offbeat, endearing surprise. - VILLAGE VOICE (New York, NY)


A crooner for our times...

- Wallpaper

"Uncut feature"

A retro romo romp through a New York ghost world that is neither the drainpipe-and-denim sweat pile of CBGBs nor the mirrorball glitz of Studio 54 but somewhere in between. - UNCUT


College radio airplay. Favorite of MP3 blogs & top download on for over a month. Featured on homepage of Rhapsody & Emusic digital music stores.

- Critics Pass Away (2006, Brassland, USA & Stagnation Records, Germany & Rogue Records, Australia)
- High Heart & Low Estate (2004, Brassland)

- Blockhead "Alright" 12" (featuring Cage & Baby Dayliner (2006, Ninja Tune)
- Minicomp 7" (featuring Baby Dayliner's "Snort Your Drugs") (2006, Sneakmove)
- "Let's Get Serious," Party Fun Action Committee (featuring Baby Dayliner, Jer & Blockhead), (2003, Def Jux)


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"A crooner for our times..."-Wallpaper

"Literate and limber...a twilit bridge between sincerity and tounge-in-chic."-XLR8R

"A retro romo romp through a New York ghost world that is neither the drainpipe-and-denim sweat pile of CBGBs nor the mirrorball glitz of Studio 54 but somewhere in between."-Uncut

Baby Dayliner (AKA Ethan Marunas) was born and raised in New York City, and went to LaGuardia High School of Music and Art, and the Performing Arts, also known as the "FAME" high school. His undergraduate study was done at St. John's College in Annapolis, MD. After varying roles in various bands, Marunas decided to take the stage as a solo act. He became deft at synths, samplers, and recording, and began crafting songs that would come to life as the Baby Dayliner stage show.

INFLUENCES: Marunas' first big sonic influence was classical music that his parents and private teachers fed him as a child violinist (age 7-17). Later came jazz and hip-hop records. Strangely enough, his first pop music love was Hall and Oates, which he listened to alongside Kabuki theater music and other diverse sounds.

RIYL: Serge Gainsbourg, Frank Sinatra, James Brown, New Order, David Bowie, Daft Punk, The Smiths, Stephin Merritt.

(inspired by The Tris McCall Report
Baby Dayliner is a performer
The crowds at his shows are filled with a variety of night dwellers: curiosity-seekers and punk rockers, the creative and the created, musicians and artists, pop fetishists and thugs. They've watched the previous few acts with their arms crossed in the familiar stand-offish way, but now bodies are in motion. It's involuntary, they're swept away--these are the very last people you'd ever see cutting loose at a show, but here they are not afraid to show they love it. Supremely in tune with his audience, head back, singing with passion, fury, and ruthless intelligence, crossstepping, smiling wide, and squeezing every drop of meaning out of each syllable. All arms in the air now! Shouts and whistles. The crowd is dancing in a frenzy of recognition and pure excitement, and Baby Dayliner is whipping them to do more. He turns, he shakes, he croons and shouts over thunderous beats and bass. One man, one machine in supreme synchronicity. And now everyone is in thrall to the delirium of the moment. Is this the encore? Nah, friend, the show's just started, and it's the closest thing the jaded New York scene will ever have to a homegrown Beatle-mania. Baby Dayliner has arrived.

Baby Dayliner is a writer
His songs are supremely literate--drawing from a formidable lexicon and an enormous repository of storytelling strategies. His intelligence is never on display for its own sake; instead, it's a tool for communicating sophisticated narratives. Some of the songs are missives, many are descriptive, and almost all contain indelible, inspiring and unforgettable language. He juxtaposes rap hyperbole and the sarcasm of the noveau bohemians with the language common to the New York nightlife--all of it sung to the delight and identification of the local crowd.

Baby Dayliner is a producer
He understands his machines and knows how to coax out of them maximum excitement. He's a pop song fabricator of discarded parts and pieces, which make his songs continually surprising in their melodicism and composition. There are elements of mid-80s synthpop, European post-punk, 70s disco, top 40 radio, and underground rap. There are hypnotic synth pulses, rafter-rattling choruses, new romantic moods and often a unique, polished style of hip-hop and dance production that could easily earn him rotation on commercial radio.

Baby Dayliner is a revelation
He plays maximum rock'n'roll hangouts in front of punk crowds, hip-hop crowds, folk crowds, hardcore crowds. He regularly follows bands with formidable wattage (Scissor Sisters, The National, Trans Am). Yet when he opens his mysterious suitcase, turns on his gear, and walks to center stage, he inevitably proceeds to move the crowd, open eyes, and blow minds. He broadcasts tropes and language from rap and disco in settings where neither rap nor disco are typically heard, but he sells it every time, without condescending to either form. He is bravely building bridges, doing profound theoretical work, all the while getting busy and never forgetting to entertain. Fundamentally he is a communicator, one who makes sure you hear every syllable he sings-and his ever-growing audience hangs on every syllable. Baby Dayliner is by no means the only one-person act to come on the music scene of late, but he is by far the most intelligent, the most multi-faceted, the most syncretic and single-minded. By relentlessly challenging his audience, by taking the lead and daring the crowd to follow, he makes a profound impact on every room he plays. But now I've said too much. This act is brilliant, and it encapsulates all the best New York City music has to offer...

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