Dirty Dave and the Deviants

Dirty Dave and the Deviants

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Alternative Indie Punk Rock with a Twist of Lemon.

Biography

One day a call from a frantic Ukrainian-English translator reached Lysol, bassist for Dirty Dave and the Deviants, with dire news: Dirty Dave has been imprisoned! The details were sketchy at best, but the information related was as follows: "The Ukrainian government is holding Dirty Dave on as-yet-undisclosed charges." Amnesty International has recently been made aware of the situation and the band is working in conjunction with them on a "Free Dirty Dave" campaign.

Dirty Dave and the Deviants formed on the shores of Isla Vista in early 2004, where Lysol and Zweng were attending college. In 2007 the two moved to San Francisco, met with Adam Shane and began laying the foundation for what would become the debut album. Consistently seeking the buried influences of their favorite bands led them to such disparate sounds as original bluesmen Django Reinhardt and Big Bill Broonzy, proto-punk pioneers like the Angry Samoans and Bad Brains, and countless other influences ranging from Dead Prez to Elliot Smith

The formative experience of Isla Vista living can be found in the subject matter, tenor and levity of their debut album. Whether the singer is relating his morning-after condition (“Suffocating On Cocaine”), enticing the hottest female audience member into a little backstage debauchery (“Sex Bomb”), or telling the tale of a sinful canine (“Cooper Love/No Leashes In Hell”) nothing is taboo with Dirty Dave and the Deviants.

An insistence on an unrelenting pace by all involved resulted in a CD that draws you in immediately and, 8 tracks later, spits you out, disoriented and half-naked, onto the pavement of the nearest metropolitan area. The album, Westside Pump Station, does it’s best to capture the mania of the group’s live performances. When in attack mode, the band’s machine-gun drumming, relentless bass lines and searing guitar licks back up a menacing figure that hops on his soapbox with a growl and a grudge. Not content with a singular sound, the band then switches up to fluid harmonies and coaxes the audience into a more intimate communion with the Deviant sound.

Having laid down the initial album, Dirty Dave and the Deviants have hit the streets of San Francisco, Oakland and everywhere the funk melts when it touches your tongue to press the flesh and get out the word.

Lyrics

"WESTSIDE PUMP STATION"

Written By: Dirty Dave and the Deviants

Dirty Dave and the Deviants
WESTSIDE PUMP STATION

1) “Suffocating on Cocaine”

Suffocating on cocaine
Don’t make my money earning a living
Takes all I got to maintain this life and time I waist away
You want to see me fade away
Feels like I’m living
Just so I die trying
You masquerade your life’s charade
Like the curtain wont come down

Chorus
And by the time I wake up
Your already gone
I put on my makeup
And try to write
All the things that I’ve seen go wrong

I’m strangling my last concerns
With empty bottles of cheap bourbon whiskey
I know it hurts but hell it works
That’s more than prayers can say
I lost my keys I lost my mind
Burning down by bridges baby
Lost my luck my place in line trying to run away

Chorus

I’ve seen go wrong (outro)

2) “Floodsong”

Mississippi River flows right down
To Memphis where the levees broke
They swallowed my town and now
I’m destined to walk alone
Through the ruins of New Orleans

Chorus
Homeless on the street
Fever in my blood
Trying not to wheep
Lost my baby in the flood

My baby she works downtown
In the middle of it all
Sometimes I watch her drown in my dreams
I’m destined to walk alone
In the ruins of New Orleans

Chorus

I’m tripping on the heights, take take take me twice
I said no way I don’t go there
She don’t (piss on) gasoline
Don’t need no clothes in broken windows
See my eyes looking at the highway
She don’t (piss on) gasoline

3) “Decipher”

Johnny never listened to words
He want to be a man so big
He never whispered
Listen to his mouth hurt

Johnny never played by the rules
He want to be a man so huge
He never liked girls
He said they made his back hurt
(And they did)

Chorus
Momma I aint gonna sing
I’m gonna be a man
Meet me at the kitchen sink
And I’ll show you the plans

Gonna be one of your lovers
And one of your friends
One of the killers who likes where you live
One of your daughters
And one of your dicks I am

One of the disciples that lives by the South Pole
Ecstasy I am
And I’m not trying to like her
I’m trying to decipher

4) “Cooper Love/ No Leashes in Hell”

My dogs going to Hell when he dies
My dogs going to Hell when he dies
Desecrates the Sabbath and he pisses inside
My dogs going to Hell when he dies

Chorus
My dog you never know
Just like this band
To Hell we all go

My dogs going to Hell when he dies
My dogs going to Hell when he dies
Doesn’t go to church and he was never baptized
My dogs going to Hell when he dies

Chorus
My dog you never know
Just like this band
To Hell we all go

My dogs going to Hell when he dies
My dogs going to Hell when he dies
Doesn’t believe in trans-substantiation passion of the Christ
My dogs going to Hell when he dies

No leashes in Hell
No leashes in Hell
No leashes in Hell
Just bondage gear and heavy metal

5) “Friend’s Shows”

My friends go to their shows
But I don’t like to
What I see in their teeth
Stampeding

Just trying to be a sideliner

Shepards lick like knife tips
Lie side by siding
There’s droors closed
Lightning knows
You can die locked inside it

Just trying to be a sideliner
Was never going to see the

Rain, the sleepy rain

6) “Sex Bomb”

You think I’m cute, ha I think your sweet
You’re a sex bomb baby, can I be your piece of meat?
My tongue will take you places your man will never go
Just like a dog baby, bone is all I know

Chorus
You’re a sex bomb baby

I like the way you groove, do you like the way I rock
Got a pretty big key babe, but I bet it’ll fit your lock
Some people call me the mouth, say all I do is talk
Put this mouth to a higher purpose babe, let it get you off

Chorus

Going to explode!
Boom

7) “Killing All the Kennedies”

They shot another Kennedy
In the back of the head
They killed another Kennedy
Now the whole town’s in bed
Dreaming
In black, white, blue and red

Who’s killing all the Kennedies
Is it you or is it them
They say they don’t expect that we’d
Ever fully comprehend
The life, the rights, the strife, the sins

Chorus
Another teardrop falling into the sea
Shed for your skin
There’s not enough oil
To keep your lamp lit my friend

Plain crash booze and bullets
And aristocratic wreck
Their history and their pageantry
Keep them heald in high respect
America’s royalty
What the hell did you expect

Chorus

8) “Lionicide”

Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide
Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide

When Mickey Meat went into the jungle
He didn’t come out alive
You know it was

Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide

When Mickey meat went into the jungle
They all looked and cried
You know it was

Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide

Oh ya
They gonna get you too
You aint gonna win
But you aint gonna lose

Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide
Lionicide, lionicide, lionicide

When Mickey Meat went into the jungle
Romeo was right by his side
You know it was

Lionicide,

Discography

"Westside Pump Station": 2008 independent release

Set List

Sets range from 30-70 minutes

1. Sex Bomb
2. Suffocating on Cocaine
3. Floodsong
4. 2 Pens
5. Killing All the Kennedies
6. Coffee and Cream
7. Neruda
8. Decipher
9. Friends Shows
10. Airplane
11. Boredom
12. Hip Hop (Cover of the Dead Prez)
13. Jet Boy Jet Girl (Cover of the The Damned)
14. Cooper Love
15. I Love Cops (Cover of the The Angry Samoans)
16. Croatian Myth
17. Dorian Gray
18. Mirror Could (Destroy the World)
19. Nietzsche Said
20. Bluesman (In My Head I'm In Jail)