OFM

OFM

BandAlternativeRock

70s-rock-meets-space-age band OFM was established in 2005 in Baltimore, MD. They can be described with any of the following apt phrases: accessibly unusual; the not-too-distant past's idea of how the way-too-distant future sounds; a hook-laden bliss-blur.

Biography

THE COMPLETE OFM VIDEO LIBRARY:
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=ofmhq
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From the Collected Musings of Dr. Neil Algebra, IV (benefactor and manager of OFM)

Born in 1912, I have witnessed times immemorable the sounds of yestreen's popular musics giving pass to the adventurous tones of the subsequent age. It is armed with this wisdom that I tread as prepared as any man can be into the realm of sonance made five-dimensional by the cluster that calls itself simply OFM. I admit to having been a bit embarrassed for their preposterousness in applying a moniker as ambiguous as to suggest nothing of their style or affiliation (to mention naught of the inelegance and boorishness of an acronym), but the true slack-jawed sense of awe came when I met the lads who comprise the quintet.

The most instantly disdaining of the lot is K. Adventure Boggs who, much like an 8-year-old child, immediately jumps in the face of any who take an interest in his band and turns around every attempt at conversation in a deliberate move to confound the questioner. This is all accomplished with the assistance of mischievous, Pan-like cackling and rapid body checking.

The next up to greet my arrival was Mark Ultra, who seemed very relaxed in his own skin. Too relaxed, perhaps. He seemed to melt before my very eyes into the spagetti-like mound of cables that he had strewn at his feet. But with a echoing POP that blew through a few layers of tympanic membrane, his visage appeared before me once again, cursing either his musical equipment or someone named Terry Minn.

What appeared to me to be a drunken, dread-locked boy crashed through the room and, upon spying me, got approximately one inch away from my face and pronounced many admonitions should I try to defraud the group, or possibly try to tarnish their pride and reputation. The rest of the boys assured Dr. Uncle that my intentions were noble and to fetch me a local-variety oat soda from the cold box. He never did reappear.

Eddie Manoeuver was the one that everyone had warned me about, but he turned out to be the nicest of the bunch. When Dr. Uncle failed to return with my beverage, Mr. Manoeuver split his drink with me, though he exhibited some puzzling behavior when he tipped his can beyond the azimuth and pronounced to no one "..and one for my honkies."

After a rousing discussion of Libertarianism, the New Colonial Age, and post-pre-modern popular musics, I departed. I never did have a chance to meet Gavin Elder that day, who seems to be the only member of the assembly that does not utilize a pseudonym. The others silently regard this with a mixture of contempt and disdain, and though none is compelled to elaborate, Mr. Boggs mentions in passing that Mr. Elder does have several personalities for different time zones and different outfits, ranging from a green devil to a doctor of some sort. I did finally meet Mr. Elder after a blistering, virile performance at the Royal Albert Hall. He seemed more like Mr. Elder than the others, and I should like to leave it at that.

Lest you think my interest in the band is purely monetary and ego-gratifying in nature, I do assure you that I have come to adore each of the boys for what they truly are: dirty, hungry, tired, self-centered rock and rollers that are clamoring to suckle the teat of any gentleman representing a recording industry corporation. And in spite of this seemingly insurmountable handicap, they make the most discordant, phylum-bending, and toe-tapping songs that I've heard in almost a century.

Lyrics

Another Body

Written By: Gavin Elder

Throw another body in the basement
Throw another body in the basement
The rats will eat up what the feds don't clean up
Cue that tumbleweed from stage right

Throw another body in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Bathing time with a twist of lime
Slough those bones right outta sight

Facilities breaking down, at the edges
Vision blurs and shakes, I'd rather be
Late than straight

Un poco de motita y un
Chingo de chelas, I'd rather be
Late than straight

People's echoes bump and scrape
Sandpaper on a baby's nape
Grab a shovel, slice the earth
Dig the worms with all your worth
People's echoes bump and scrape
Sandpaper on a baby's nape
Grab a shovel, slice the earth
Dig the worms, I'll take your worst!!!

Throw another body in the basement
Throw another body in the basement
Who needs stones when yesterday's
Bones break tomorrow's dawn?

Throw another body in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Heave, ho, look out below
Got a little back-up on the lawn

I'll stop spinning around
When there's
Someone to turn to
Who won't let me
Down the street I strip them gears
I've been asleep for 30 years
I'll stick my fingers in my ears and
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

No more room in the basement
No more room in the basement
Who needs stones when yesterday's bones break tomorrow's dawn?
No more room in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Heave, ho, look out below
Got a little back-up on the lawn

If Only You Weren't Human

Written By: Gavin Elder

If Only You Weren't Human

Can't you almost hear the wave of progress building
Veins and gutty works rewired with copper shielding
A 10,000 kilocycle hum will augment anybody's home
You'll stay on top, you'll never stop, they'll have to drag you from the phones

There should be a protocol for that
48 bit processor underneath your hat
There should be a protocol for that

If only you weren't human
You'd be so much more useful
If only you weren't human
We'd program you to replace me
Efficiently.....

Done with Dewey? You can turn librariandroid!
Get galvanized to ensure you're never destroyed
Hey you, just sitting there, don't you wish you're bigger than your fears?
Don't you wish your fears were just a mere program to shut down?
Let us help you shut down

There should be a protocol for that
48 bit processor underneath your hat
Experiencing love and guaranteed to last
Why wait for the world of tomorrow? Update now now now now!
01001100
00101111
01110110
01100101

Viewing through the cinematech
You can almost see the wave of progress breaking
Scattering cogs and whirring chassis on the shoreline
He who stops the sands of time erodes the beach of creation

These days
You gotta be grounded
You gotta be ground dead

If only you weren't human
You would be so much more useful
We'd program you to replace me
Efficiently......

Subject 99

Written By: Gavin Elder

Discovered by some scientists living on an island near Peru
Experiments with monkeys, they taught one monk to wash his food
Some others imitated, they picked right up on what to do
‘Til 98 was greeted, by one who’ll finally change the rules

Caught herself washing apples
Unaware of her own designs
Soon hundreds emulate it
Make way for monkey 99

The rest need not see to fall in line
Is there some sense of the divine?
All hail this monkey 99!

A man sits out one sunny day beside a Mexican café
Observes the teeming masses, exquisite dances happen
He leans back with his eyes closed, into an angle of repose,
And through the seams he sees how these cars and roads and empires came to be

When I’m stuck inside this
Grand network of our lifetimes
Til others like him follow
We wait for subject 99

Just like the prophets of our time
Is there some sense of the divine?
We wait for subject 99

I will walk, I will think, I will wake the other nine-tenths
Of my brain from below, I will catch the falling snow
On my tongue I will taste the sour and the bitter
And when the sweet morning comes, I will learn, I will love

We wait for subject 99
Just like the prophets of our time
Is there some sense of the divine?
We wait for subject 99

Discography

Rock and/or Roll LP (2005)
OFM DVD (2007)

Subject 99 has been played on FM locales such as 98 Rock, 89.7 WTMD, 103.1 WRNR, 88.1 WMUC, and internet radio and podcasts such as Insomnia Radio, Breakthru Radio, and Schwagcast.

Set List

CODE RED (~42 min):
Hum
Subject 99
Another Body
If Only You Weren't Human
Willie Nelson's Guitar
Next Time Around
My Big Head
Grean Devil

CODE BLUE (~46 min):
Slow Boat
Subject 99
Another Body
If Only You Weren't Human
The War of Alice Ann
Willie Nelson's Guitar
My Big Head
Hum
Next Time Around
Grean Devil

Full cover-free song list:
Hum
Holes
Subject 99
Slow Boat
The War of Alice Ann
Dr. Gerald E. Bunker
My Big Head
Grean Devil
Next Time Around
Another Body
If Only You Weren't Human
Willie Nelson's Guitar
Everybody Pixilate
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