Candyland Riots!

Candyland Riots!

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

victorian psychedelic..; or, the early bee gees meets the american flag!

Biography

ORANGE SASH AND THE PRESIDENT OF THE GALAXY is the follow-up offering from Los Angeles based, Candyland Riots!, to their well received "Queen of the Rioting Scene" ep.

Candyland Riots! is the brainchild of singer/songwriter/guitarist, Jordan Lee. Raised in Troy, Ohio, Jordan played with members of Hawthorne Heights and Times New Viking before making a move to Los Angeles for schooling. "The day I moved to L.A." says Jordan, "I met Mikael Karlsson in a hostel we were staying at. He was attending the same school I was and wanted to record someone. We started recording "lo-fi's" in his bedroom on a borrowed four track, and now we're making movies in forms of music! We're to the point now, I write the songs, but we just want to make the music "feel", so we do it all together, but on better sound equipment."

The band's new album comes as a concept album, "At the time, everyone I knew constantly pointed out my faults, while also telling me that is what they loved about me; so I wrote a 'Super' album to proclaim that I am a selfish misanthrope from Ohio," quips Lee. "I started reading The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, and saw myself as a "Galaxy President" figure. I just wanted to give my side. I'm just an introvert who should have lived in the 1930�s movie era." While writing, Jordan became close friends with the legendary actress, Shelley Winters(almost 60 years his senior) and would bring her up-to-date recordings almost daily of the songs for her opinion. "We were best friends, and she always wanted to hear about 'our orchestra'. I read Oscar Wilde and F. Scott Fitzgerald. I like silent movies, and Golden Age black and white's. Clark Gable inspires me. That's what I want--to be as close to them as I can in the 21st century. I can't travel back in time, but I can invent a life with them when everything gets sad", says Lee.

Depressing, maybe; but throw in lush, art-psychedelia influences and catchy-as-hell choruses and ORANGE SASH AND THE PRESIDENT OF THE GALAXY shows off the ability to craft melodies that keep the listener guessing, while forcing them to hum along and sometimes daydream with every listen. With hits like, "You're Contemporary Art..." the band stands up for the last remaining gentleman. In "Ice Jets" they build a winding, and ever-changing passionate masterpiece that comes to life in images of the internal human body and the need to save it. "Thora (or hope for the empire)" is an anthem declaration of adoration for a Muse. Candyland Riots! even tackle their own bi-polar tendencies, and assure us that at some point both sides have to come together to present a loving person underneath in "Our Molecules Have Finally Come Together." Maybe the most heart-warming song comes towards the end. "Sleep, No More!" is inspired by the sci-fi Invasion of the Body Snatchers and questions love over life.

Candyland Riots have been winning over audiences all over Southern California, and will be touring their cinematic portrayals of the anthemic album this summer, with Sir Anthony’s Ghost.

Always creating, Candyland Riots! are currently writing songs for their next album, INSERT DAGGERS HERE!.

Listen to the album "ORANGE SASH AND THE PRESIDENT OF THE GALAXY".

Find out more at www.candylandriots.com or www.myspace.com/candylandriots
email: colie.brice@aeriarecords.com

Lyrics

You're Contemporary Art..

Written By: Jordan Lee

if i could redesign; or re-arrange my brains.
i'd be a Galaxy President; or a Times New Viking.
in my crumbled pin-striped suit, and a hat that never fades.
i'll be screaming through the streets, 'i'm the king of the first crusades'

you're contemporary art, and i can't ever change
no, a gentleman never changes, no, a gentleman never changes
even if he's contemporary art.

if it's 1936, then i'm drastically under-dressed.
and the cavalry's out of tests and my hair’s a hopeless mess .
and my jaw’s clinched tight shut, and my vowels got forced out bland
i adore you, long time. like a sewn up flesh wound

you're contemporary art, and i can't ever change
no a gentleman never changes, no a gentleman never changes
even if she's contemporary art.
And a gentleman never changes, even if she’s contemporary art.
You’re contemporary art, you’re contemporary art

Ice Jets

Written By: jordan lee

I'm flowing through your ovaries, like an ice jet, like an ice jet.
I'm sinking into your chest, like a poem. saving prospects.
and you could have been a monument for someone, perhaps the Romans
and i could have sworn as i flew through your brains; there were saviors
now I'm speechless......

catch her now, crush me now. melt the ice and i'll flood like a valentine.
devoting our suits for oxygen, like an ice jet, like a nice jet

blowing off the course, i'm detracted by a southern genius
revolving in place, then i descend through your lungs, that was lovely, and i was so very loving.
a soft collision and i bleed from the head, hope you save her, cause i can't stay here.

bless me now, crush me now. bleed her thoughts and her heart will ferment like wine.

elevating up each notch in her spine, just to find them. stop the cancers.
and i'd take a bite if it could save her life, what's the difference? the earth's impatient.

catch her now, crush me now. melt the ice and i'll flood like a valentine.

bless me now, crush me now. bleed her thoughts and her heart will ferment like wine.

kill her now. won't you kill me now?
it's Jesus complex, i was dead before i arrived.

Supermodel's Fakebook

Written By: jordan lee

Supermodel’s Fakebook, I’ll miss ya
a minor brush stroke couldn’t have killed ya.
persuasion never really ever suited you well.
film will shatter like glass
dig an instance, inshore if you can
don’t forget about, a custom ozone

medicine will reinvent your love, for a moment...........

Supermodel’s Fakebook, I’ll miss ya
out in patron.
Paradise won’t last long anyhow, I’ve seen it
Supermodel’s Fakebook, so fragrant
missing dialect
Supermodel’s Fakebook, new army
just remind me
Supermodel’s Fakebook, paint sweetness
contrast innocence

will be there to kiss you once again
future objects will renovate your mouth
can you see us, escalate?
the case has been closed down
I’ll be seeing you celebrate your life
erotic perforation gowns, I’ll be seeing you.

medicine will reinvent your love, for a moment...........

Supermodel’s Fakebook, I’ll miss ya
out in patron.
Paradise won’t last long anyhow, I’ve seen it
Supermodel’s Fakebook, so fragrant
missing dialect
Supermodel’s Fakebook, new army
just remind me
Supermodel’s Fakebook, paint sweetness
contrast innocence
That's where we'll begin...
We'll begin.....

Discography

Queen of the Rioting Scene EP
Cult Satellite Relocations LP (unreleased)
Orange Sash and the President of the Galaxy LP

Set List

50 min setlist.. 9 songs.. all original material