Million Dollar Mouth

Million Dollar Mouth

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Queens Of The Stone Age and Iggy Pop playing poker with The Killers and Incubus while listening to a Jeff Buckley/The Strokes Mash-Up

Biography

With their second album, Villains, Million Dollar Mouth (MDM) refutes the myth that art and the three-and-a-half-minute pop song can’t get along. While the new record shares the same indie-rock spirit as its predecessor, Say My Name...Now Say It Again, it also marks a leap forward for the Los Angeles-based quartet. The tasteful melodies and no-nonsense arrangements that characterized their first album infuse all 11 tracks of their sophomore release, only this time with an expanded sound—no doubt a result of the group’s artistic growth and constant gigging. Since Say My Name debuted in early 2005, the band has been playing frequently throughout LA and across the United States.

Once word of MDM’s brawny, grungy take on Brit-Pop and Mike Biscotti’s signature warm baritone and dizzying falsettos began to spread among club-goers, Say My Name slowly found its way to radio DJs and rock critics. KROQ DJ Kat Corbet called MDM “a band with impeccable taste and style,” while Lollypop magazine called the album “stylistically kicking the crap out of The Strokes while smoking Stone Temple Pilots' cigarettes and listening to the Marvelous 3.” Ultimately, most of the album’s 11 cuts made the spin list at a number of college stations across the country, which led to CMJ’s Top 200 Chart and film placements in the indie psych thriller “Dimples” and the cult favorite “Poker Bustouts,” and put the group on their younger fans’ radar. MDM also found time to write and record an original track for an Urban Outfitters commercial. Amid all the fanfare, MDM quietly earned themselves a nod as one of Music Connection’s Hottest Unsigned Bands.

Villains opens up with “Sadie,” which flashes the same natural hook-writing chops that made Say My Name’s “Stupid Like Me” and “Big Kiss” so addictive. Equally catchy are the sardonic anthem “Little Dog,” with its propulsive bass drumming and punishing chorus, and the track “Snakes,” which blends a heavy groove with pop-perfect hooks. But nowhere is MDM’s ensemble spirit more evident than on “Genuine Hoax,” which deftly weaves together Mike Wendland’s angular guitar licks, Kris Keane’s pummeling, yet sophisticated drumming, and 80’s frenetic basslines to provide the perfect support for Biscotti’s tremendous range and inimitable delivery.

For all its up-tempo gusto, Villains has its quietly affecting moments as well. On the yearning “Return,” the band scales back its usually textured arrangements to let Biscotti’s robust vocals stand alone, while “Psychobitch” combines trip-hop-y verses with Prince-like choruses, punctuated by an explosive bridge and stormy outro. But it’s arguably “Last Day On Earth” that has grabbed the most buzz among long-time MDM fans, many of whom have clamored for an album version of this concert showstopper. After playing the song live for a while, the band finally laid down the definitive recording with the help of producer Bryan Marye, who managed to retain the live feel and capture the song’s unbridled energy.

While Million Dollar Mouth have earned a reputation as first-rate musicians, they’re also renowned for their tireless gigging, including performances all along the West Coast, the Southwest, and various festivals as far from home as Cincinnati, OH. More importantly, they’ve won props for their easygoing nature and grassroots marketing, which starts with their official site, www.milliondollarmouth.com. The group’s MySpace Page (www.myspace.com/milliondollarmouth) provides an opportunity for fans to chat with the band members, meet other MDM devotees, post messages, and check concert dates. MDM are already in preproduction of their yet-unnamed third studio album, and plan to continue touring while posting new and unreleased work as well as live and alternate outtakes on MySpace, so that loyal followers and newcomers alike may see the band live and listen to the new material over and over.

Million Dollar Mouth are:
Mike Biscotti – Lead Vocals
Mike Wendland – Guitars
80 – Bass
Kris Keane – Drums

Contact: Alex Tocheff
310.430.2654
manager@milliondollarmouth.com

Lyrics

Under The Gun

Written By: Mike Biscotti

I was once a genius but I never wanted to think that hard this much
Yes it's true I do intentionally try to take my brain and break it
Sure I've got distractions everybody wants to see the young pup fuck up
Slap my face I gotta get myself together there's some more where that came from

I look guilty do I?
I was playing nice
No I didn't do it
But I'll roll the dice

Now they've got you under the gun
Make so much they take it from everyone.
See they're out there having your fun
Welcome back again it's your favorite son

We're on our own
No one's saving us
I shed a tear for it
And I feel the rush

I'm inconvenienced and proud
I've got my head on the ground
I've got my dirty new suit
Why don't he shut up and shoot?

Genuine Hoax

Written By: Mike Biscotti

Here, take my confession dear even though you don't want to hear
You have been fooled by my heroism it isn't there
All confrontations now, I've got demon's who are moving out

I'm just telling you straight. There's no reason to hate me

Everybody knows that I'm selling smoke I'm the one, the Genuine Hoax

I'm not your shining light, I'm a thief running through the night
And all those pretty words, I heard them somewhere and stole them blind
This is a reckoning, I've got somewhere I've got to be

I'm the one the genuine hoax
I'm the one you're hating the most
And I'll never say, “I'm sorry”
Anyway I'm not sorry
I won't change my ways

Little Dog

Written By: Mike Biscotti

I'm so into you and your little dog too
Whenever we're together he's right by my shoe
Let's go shopping let's eat ice cream
And then we gotta go before they all know how lovely we are
How lovely we are

I'm in a mess, mama yes, I love you and your little dog
He's our baby now

I'm your boyfriend now I want to dote on your attitude
You know I want to tell you that I'm in the mood
I'll pick out your dresses, you pick out my shirts
I won't change the subject, you talk till it hurts
We're looking so good now let's go hit the town
Nobody has ever seen another couple around as lovely as we are
How lovely we are

Mamma wake up I had a horrible dream
Maybe you can tell me what it all really means
I dreamed I had to tell our baby one last time
“Stop buggin' daddy! It's a horrible crime”
And then I think I actually threw my hand
We went crazy I don't understand
We went crazy I don't understand

I'm so into you and your little dog too
When ever we're together I step in poo

Snakes

Written By: Mike Biscotti

All you see is Dandy Candy, go on and grab whatever is handy
Biting and demanding like a snake
All your lovers and your friends all got so much understanding
because you've got so many things pending, like us.
We're all waiting

You snake just wait I'll get you one of these days

Okay you got me. The way you talk is downright sexy
I know you'd never ever harm me, but alarms go off in my brain
And I'm waiting

Here's my agenda got a business to run. Every time I'm alone I make big decisions
I've been running for what seems like a century inches by inches it gets further away
Never won a prize and I never will but I've stolen a few and I've burned them all up
Where's my token that I hid underground? I know they will find out it's a hand out.

Dandy Candy...Fuckin' fancy...whatever is handy

Sadie

Written By: Mike Biscotti

Won't look at me
Won't set me free
Won't let me be
Sadie, Sadie
Don't comfort her
You're a wanderer
You'll torture her
Well just maybe

Skip the beginning friend
And take me to the end

Sadie, Sadie
You're not my baby
Sadie, Sadie
Princess Maybe

I'm all alone
No chaperon
I won't take her home
Sadie Sadie
No I won't give in
Pushing in the pin
Is suffering
Well just maybe

They're coming closer still
Which is it kiss or kill?

Let's go slumming, “bitch” is proper baby
If you would call me a “dick” don't tease me
My generation doesn’t get anywhere
And now I'm down on my knees

Last Day On Earth

Written By: Mike Biscotti

Passive aggressive you don't know I'm out for you
I'm having dreams about breaking your head in two

I never asked you for anything but you better tell me right now are you in or out?

You better stay out of my way today
What are you worth? It's your last day on earth!

Bipolar manic you don't know which way I'll swing
You'll make it up to me I'm taking everything

Time to get heavy
What do you want to do with your life?
Try the nitty gritty
Your face ain't so pretty anymore
You do you got a beeper?
People call you all through the night
It's time I'm ready
It's time I'm ready!

Special

Written By: Mike Biscotti

Heaven on a high wire/ bully that bird, that'll show herHell is for the half light/ isn't that right? Villain you lieLegend in his own mind/ with his own scene on his own timeBury me with silver/ don't you burn me, make me shiverIf your heart is throughI'll lay my hands on youSo you sit there, thinking you're special and you get what you deserveWell you got some nerve everybody gets served in timeSo I told you, you were my only. Well it only goes to showYour libido broke and your solid gold turned to moldI heard you got disturbed when I rolled out on my big couchRunning 'til you're roadkill/ little sick boy, fuckin'* no skillLegend in his own mind/ it's a dark dream look and you'll findSo fine on the outside/ I could sing this it's so simpleBe there I will see them in my rearview mirrorRight where I was blinded by the sun

It's Midnight Alright

Written By: Mike Biscotti

I had this revelationThat all these things in side my head are deadAnd everybody out thereIs making plans and preying on my headEveryone it's midnight and right on time blow my mind out everyone it's midnight alrightSomebody tried to tell meWhen everything is different it's the sameAnd I didn't listenNow the devil's chomping at my heelsIt's a private poison partyOf all the things you'll see tonightKill my vanity, sanity come backEverything is wrong, now I look right.Alright, alright, alright, alright

Return

Written By: Mike Biscotti

The key to making love is making yourself numb,Get caught up in the act.Say nothing when it's done. Kid you gotta runYou're never coming backFake another day don't let them hear you say“Baby I miss you”In sleep you toss and turn all night you think of herAll your candles burn in case she will returnEvery pleasure earned and you know you treasure herNo, you'll never learn. You wait ‘til she returns.The key to staying young is sticking out your tongue when people give you lipPlay your baby games. It doesn't feel the same. What a crazy trip.It's all my fault you left me/ you seem so very farYou're the best out there I'm guessing/ you're the strength of all the stars

Discography

"The PanicKING" - CD, 2009
"Villains!!!" - CD, 2008
"Say My Name...Now Say It Again" - CD, 2005

Tracks with airplay:
"Lush"
"Big Kiss"
"Last Day"
"Don't Disappear"

Set List

Typically we do one originals-only 45 minute set, although we've done covers and 2+hour shows.

Here's a sample playlist:
1. Little Dog
2. Midnight
3. Genuine Hoax
4. Snakes
5. Return
6. Sadie
7. Special
8. Last Day