Hot Heels Records

Hot Heels Records

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Biography

If you haven't heard the band Hot Heels Records live, you haven't heard them. They'll pump and sweat for three songs, suck the air from the room with a bluesy, jazz-singer-type number and catch you off guard on the next tune by switching up songwriters, by popping up well-executed vocal harmonies or by getting their flamenco groove on. The band is a variety show with one thing that ties everything together: they write whatever kind of song they want to. - J. A. Attenborough (thanks John)

Hot Heels Records, the Chicago-based band is following up a well received Ep with a new full-length album, "The Hi-Jacked Generation." Self-produced and recorded through borrowed microphones, the genre-bending album rolls through influences like a cracked bottle sinking through the current of the Ilinese Lake.

The album has less to do with aircraft hi-jacking, more to do with the stories of the wanderers and hot souls of a generation twitched at by sophists and ambitious advertisers from straight out of the womb. The album as a whole is catchy, literate and honest. It says something about the times in which it was created without becoming self-important. It�s a search to catch the sun�s name, a tempest tossed stone, a shadow on your hand, a goddamned Toys R Us kid.

The band name Hot Heels Records is a locator. "In my mind, a band name is a vehicle for people to find songs, that's the extent of it," says Brandon Seyferth, the band�s founder and main songwriter in the two singer/songwriter, two guitar, one drum kit line-up. "There is a friendship between the members, but also a strong sense of standing on one's own. We live and die on our own voices as individuals. We�ve come together as a group more like a jazz trio might if that trio were into Sonic Youth or Bob Dylan or Schneider tm or whatever else is in our ears at present. I might add too that I view a recording as as much a story as a song." Seyferth is an award-winning poet and a 21st century songwriter who has trav-eled extensively through the mountains and industrial cities of China and along the U.S. East Coast. Sleeping there in the back of carnival trucks on the way to his next move in the next town. During these travels he released songs online, which led him to performing and writing with among others, Jackson Browne and Eric McFadden (George Clinton's P-Funk). On arriving in Chicago he released his first studio quality Ep under the band name Hot Heels Records and was later joined for the current release and follow-up by classically trained percussionist Marty Grossman from Maryland, and Mike Rhee, a fellow singer/songwriter and a reporter for Chicago�s National Public Radio affiliate.

Lyrics

Hands

Written By: Brandon Seyferth, Hot Heels Records

They come out bold on the bridge
But how'd this city get so dead
With its pocketwatch fences
Singing a funeral march to the grocery store bread
And little Susan thinking pride comes with change for a ten
Says it makes her love herself but in paragraphs she never mentions her friends

I raise my hands at the sign o' the times
I drop my eyes

And Faye logs on to the printing press
Says she's lookin' at polls
But a change of heart seems so far away as the time goes
I'm gonna' go anyway

I raise my hands at the sign of the times
I drop my eyes

Litle Sister

Written By: Brandon Seyferth

Hey, little sister I've been watching t.v. a lot
Brown and blue shows into news.
Beginning to think all the characters have been formed
In this world
On these grey streets

Hey, little sister why were you never born
There's pictures of you in my grandmother's house
Warm as the breeze through the hayfields outside
Yellow like the light in her white hair

And these days I've been
Cold a lot
Mm mm mm
And these days I've been
Cold a lot
Mm mm mm
And these days I've been
Cold a lot
Mm mm mm
And I've got nothin' to say

You coulda' helped me keep the wrong girls away from my heart
You coulda' helped me keep the wrong girls away from my heart
You coulda' helped me keep the debt from my familiy
You coulda' helped me keep my legs under me

You coulda' helped me keep my father standing

Tanker Ships a' Burning

Written By: Brandon Seyferth

Here is a song that I want you to hear
I'll sing it on a winter night, cold but clear
I'll sing it for the meek and the tame of spirit
I'll sing it from the docks so the wet horizon hears it

Bow down you devils, bow down you fear
Bow down you devils, I don't need you here

Here is a song that I want you to know
As capable as an angel made by a man in the snow
I'll sing it full of weakness, I'll sing it full of hope
I'll sing it nowhere near a goddamned velvet rope

Bow down you devils, bow down you fear
Bow down you devils, I don't need you here

And my friends, I love you so
Oh and my friends, I love you so

Bow down you devils, bow down you fear
Bow down you devils, I don't need you here
And my son's lonesome children will know it's alright
For a man to chase a rainbow on a dark winter night
And the tanker ships are burning
They're screaming "I'm on fire"
And the people here are yearning, but for what they don't admire
Bow down you devils, bow down you fear
Bow down you devils, I don't need you here

Discography

"The Hi-Jacked Generation" (March '07)
"EP" (March '06)

Set List

Available at request.