KristeenYoung

KristeenYoung

BandAlternativeRock

We are a bombastic piano/keyboard and drums duo. I play piano in a fiery, riff-oriented rock guitar way, and I run it through distortion boxes. I have a distinctive, flexible voice. The music is dissonant, energetic, dark, soulful. The kind of music that starts in the pit of your stomach.

Biography


Kristeen Young writes rock music on piano. It’s not goth/industrial slick. It’s not middle of the road nothing. It’s dissonant/energetic/adventurous-but-all-within-a-verse/chorus- context rock. There might be a languid moment, but it’s always surrounded by brashness. When was the last time you heard this type of music via piano?

Originally from St. Louis, MO., Kristeen now resides in New York City where she recorded her latest album, "X" (the roman numeral for "10", not the letter ‘X"), in early 2004. "X" was produced by Tony Visconti (Bowie, T.Rex), and includes a duet with Brian Molko of Placebo. It is a concept record (yes, concept record!) based on the Ten Commandments. Each song addresses a different commandment, but with an argument as to why it might be a good, or even fun, idea to break that commandment.

Her previous CD, "Breasticles" (2003), was also produced by Tony Visconti, and includes a duet with David Bowie.

Throughout 2003, Kristeen toured solo throughout Europe, including opening for Frank Black. Presently, she performs live with just her piano/keyboard and bombastic drummer, Jeff White. With the piano being played in an effected riff-oriented manner, just like a guitar, the sound is definitely rock. With Kristeen’s intense and unique presence, and distinctively flexible voice, it’s definitely rock for the 21st Century.

Kristeen Young has a formidable, worldwide following (d.i.y. built), and a REAL web presence. Feel free to google her at any time.

Lyrics

No Other God

Written By: KristeenYoung


I saw your mom the other day.
She says you’re wrong in every way.
Her little words sick like the flu.
I see the things they do to you.

She better cut it out.
You better cut her out.
You better cut her off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

I saw you with your friends last night,
shooting shit by Bud’s early Light.
You’ve got so much life inside you…
but they drag you down ‘til you can’t move.

They better cut it out.
You better cut them out.
You better cut them off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

All you need, all you need, all you need is me.
Lucky you, lucky you, lucky you…you found me.
Whadja do? Whadja see? Whadja feel before me?
And my love is so, oh, oh, you’ll wanna kill your friends.

I’ve seen you labour for your dreams.
Then, comatose when they’re unseen.
And sometimes God is silent, too…
but God can’t fill you like I do.

He better cut it out.
You better cut Him out.
You better cut Him off.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.

Cold Steal

Written By: KristeenYoung


This cat sits on your head and steals your baby breath.
Hands up, you’re forced to kneel and hand over your life’s yield.

Cold steal
If they can take it, you don’t own it, baby.
Now you feel like cold steel.
All your light and fight will now be nothing.

Away, from today, let’s steal.
Move fast, hit hard, feel real.

This cat creeps as you sleep and burgles beggars’ feet.
Indiscreetly, in dead heat, subtracts elite heartbeats.

Cold steal
Life’s not taken if it’s borrowed, baby.
You wanna feel my cold steal?
I’ll take you now and save you years of slavery.

Run away, have your say when you end.
Hip to hip, and hard kissed, I’ll slip it in.

Instrumental break:

Big deal, cold steal
Start with pets from moms or pops from babies.
‘Cause when you’re sealed in cold steel
You’ll quickly turn to dust just like the memory of you.

All your dreams, and private things you’ve concealed:
Lovers’ notes, career growth; and open meal.

Lie

Written By: KristeenYoung


Out of your bed
Out of your house
Out of the hole you’re from

Don’t mind the mess
Don’t miss the bus
Don’t stick out too much

Check your checkbook
Check your check list
Check if you’re still breathing

You are your age
You are your pay
You have no real say

Swallow your thoughts
Swallow your pride
Swallow some more comfort

Put it inside
Move it around
Now have a baby

Got the new thing
Got the new talk
Got you where they want you

To win the game
Don’t play the game
Just play your own game

What will set you free?

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, make or break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use.

Dress up, lift off
Dress up and away
Dress up to not come down

Make-up your face
Make-up your mind
Make-up for lost time

Say what you want
Say it and smile
Say it in Portuguese

E voce bom?
vindo com mim
tenho magia

Once was a girl
I used to know
She could leave her body.

She saw the hand
She heard the word,
But she felt nothing.

How can the coop
Make you cuckoo
if you are not inside?

How can the truth
Tear you in two
if you can’t be found?

It’s what sets you free.

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, make or break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use

I just want to feel some kick now.
I just want to get it thrilling.
I just want to get out of my head,
Just want to make it pretty.

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, take a break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use.

…..for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, take a break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use

Has no use….has no use.
Has no use…has no use.
Lie. Lie. Lie.

Discography

X (self-released, 2004)
Breasticles (N_Records, 2003)
Enemy (self-released, 1999)
Meet Miss Young and Her All Boy Band (World Domination, 1997)

Set List

No Other God
Lie
Commit Adultery
Kill It
Cold Steal
Goddamn You, You Scenesters!
Devil Girl
Touch Tongues
Yesterday's Future Man
Dead Wrong
I Own the Best of All Things
Have You Ever Worked with Anything Hi-Tek?

Normally we play a 45 minute set, but have played sets up to an hour and a half. NO COVERS....well, ok..if I must, it would be "There's No Business like Show Business".