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""when DJ's Attack""

From Blonde to Black: When DJs Attack
By Eryc Eyl in Mile High Makeout
Friday, Jan. 23 2009 @ 9:00AM

On Monday night, while I was enjoying the turntable stylings of DJ Hot to Death (aka the Monolith Music Festival's Matt Fecher) and those of his co-horts for the evening, Heather Powell Browne (writer of the "I Am Fuel, You Are Friends" music blog), and Nathan and Patrick Meese at the Larimer Lounge, I had the pleasure of meeting DJ Rex Buchanan, a talented DJ and producer who has been spinning around Boulder and Denver for years. He was with Jacob Bond, another producer who creates wicked remixes and other tasty electronic snacks under the name Satan's Eighties Lovechild, Matt Loui (whose DJ/producer moniker is Chicks at the Mall), and Rob Halgren (aka Funky Thunder Stuff). Together, these four accomplished electroheads have formed a rock band called From Blonde to Black. The quartet's songs are still coming together, and need to mature a bit, but Buchanan indicates that they're just about ready to start playing some live shows. Keep an eye out for dates. In the meantime, check out From Blonde to Black's electronic rock on the band's MySpace page. I recommend "Black Pony" and "The Ballad of Johnny."

Tags: Chicks at the Mall, dj hot to death, From Blonde to Black, Funky Thunder Stuff, Heather Browne, Meese, Rex Buchanan, Satan's Eighties Lovechild - Westword BackBeat


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The distinguished gentlemen of From Blonde To Black introduce an eclectic blend of savage and sweet to bloodthirsty, beat hungry Citizens everywhere. F.B.T.B. was birthed out of a collective desire to contribute their hearts to the battle at large in a most...dignified fashion. Using sounds as bullets, their music hopes to serve in defense of rock n' roll cultures here and abroad. This tiny squadron of five might not mean victory for our side, but rest assured, the war will be hard fought.

Get ready, the sun is rising over open plains, desert wastelands, sweaty jungles, cool mountaintops, and city streets....there is no time left. The enemy is everywhere, it sees and hears all, but still finds the true heart of man a mystery. In the distance, a calm silence washes over these five young souls of F.B.T.B. as they calibrate and engage their weaponry, waiting and watching for the shadows to help shield and disguise them in this fight of fights....long, long live the night.

-Sgt. John W. Coast