Poop Yer Pants

Poop Yer Pants

BandFolkRock

Merge the Velvet Underground with Neil Young and you've got Poop Yer Pants. Although some criticize the band’s name, those who listen are caught off guard by the real human content present in songwriter Ken Adam’s lyrics. His words, like the name of the band, are something we’ve all felt.

Biography

Poop Yer Pants is a sonic reaction to prescribed living, programmed entertainment, and the Pottery Barn.

Songwriter and front man Ken Adam grew up in San Francisco’s Noe Valley where he was classically trained as a flutist. He played upright bass in the Cabrio College Orchestra. But after too many psychedelic experiences Ken temporarily lost his musical ambition.

He eventually settled in Glendale, California where he nearly lost 3 fingers in a skill saw accident. Shortly after, Ken built a makeshift studio and recorded Poop Yer Pants – “Poop Yer Pants” a collection of story-like songs and grooves. “It favors musical ignorance over any sort of tradition.”

Music directors around the country poo-pooped the release:

“Poop yer Pants would have to change their name to stand a chance of airplay” - KPNT, St Louis, Les Aaron

“Definitely a pass, good music but I can’t rally behind that name” - WPLA, Jacksonville, Robert Goodman

But the album did receive radio play on over 40 stations across the US and even managed to see the light of day in the UK, Germany and the Philippines. DJ’s went deep on the debut, giving repeated spins to 7 tracks (“Stupid All the Time,” “Simple”, “Greensox”, “Everglader”, “In the Dark”, "Boomer's on a Hot Tuesday" & “Chester and Jonny”). It even made WRZX‘s “Hangover Café’s” list of the Top 75 albums of 2005, and scored a few reviews:

"Most will easily dismiss the album because of its Poop Yer Pants moniker but they'll be missing out on a tremendous indie singer/songwriter rock adventure." --Smother.net

"...the steady guitar sounded like something missing from the Doves' Last Broadcast. An excellent thing indeed." --Indie-Music.com

"Frisco Man" and "Chester and Johnny" are immediate successes; these songs are a nice platform for Adam to prove his varied talent as a songwriter…As a whole, this disc marks the first chapter in Poop Yer Pants' promising career. I like what I'm hearing. --indieville.com

"I'm absolutely floored! This is great, catchy music, perfectly executed, with great lyrics, melodies and production. I'm very, very impressed."
--Alan Haber, host of WEBR's Pure Pop

A year after the album's release, Ken moved into an old Victorian just outside of Ithaca, NY. The basement has been converted into his new studio, “Radon Lab,” named for its toxic radon content.

Radon Lab recently served as the set for Poop Yer Pant's first music video, "Spyspace."

Musically, "Spyspace" is a departure from Poop Yer Pant's acoustic guitar-driven punk. This cyber-electro track features the voice of "newest" member Peapod.

In reality, Peapod has been behind the scene of Poop Yer Pants from the get go. Last year, she quit her job of writing and producing cartoon promos, and became a full-time member of the act. An experienced performer with the Governor Mifflin Elementary School Choir, Peapod often draws inspiration from her former group's favorite song, "Get Along Little Doggies."

Checkout www.poopyerpants.com for more info and direct links to the reviews quoted above.

Lyrics

Reins

Written By: Ken Adam

Reins

ya know, it's all the same to them
ya know, it's all the same to them

do the reins keep you down?
slap you in the face
every new day
crank up the pace

ya know, it's all the same to them
ya know, it's all the same to them

do the reins keep you down?
slap you in the face
every new day
crank up the pace

they're not gonna keep coming upright forever
we're not gonna keep shouting big brother forever

the reins here feel fine
the blood is in your mind
ya know, ya know….

Stupid All the Time

Written By: Ken Adam

Stupid All the Time -

well, I never knew what dogs we’d be
with radar laws and coffee sleep
and all them things that make you feel
stupid all the time

we’re charging over purchased hills
yuppie powers curtain our thrills

with chemicals and made up wars
the twins don’t care who the fuck it’s for

darlings of the sparkling kids
holding what we thought had slipped away

and farting never felt so good
when starving becomes fashion
we're back in the woods

and who were we to be so smug?
Subaru is lesbian for truck

we’re the same, again
we’re the same, again

and call off all them dirty tricks
nothing new will ever fix the shame

we’re the same, again
we’re the same, again
we’re the same, again
as our fake lives end.

we’re charging over purchased hills
yuppie cowards droppin’ pills

darlings of the sparkling kids
holding what we thought had slipped away

Boomers on a Hot Tuesday

Written By: Ken Adam

Boomers on a Hot Tuesday

Well, wouldn't it be nice
if we could all be nice
and hang out in the yard?

And couldn't you be there
in spite of all that shit
that you need to do?

Or you could write me a quick letter
nothing about the weather,
just what's on your mind

I know it sounds the fool,
but wouldn't it be nice
if we could make amends?

We're all turning on
the same frickin' dime
and it takes up all our time

Let's all put down all
of our fancy tools
and head down to the pool

I'm not sure about you
and you're not sure about me
well let's just go and see

I know it sounds the fool
but wouldn't it be nice
if we could make amends?

I seen your eyes and how they long
for open fields and space
I watched you in your secret place
wasting away

away
away
away
away

Discography

PYP's self-titled debut is recieving international radio play. Specialty and College DJ’s alike are going deep on the album, giving repeated spins to 7 tracks (“Stupid All the Time,” “Simple”, “Greensox”, “Everglader”, “In the Dark”, "Boomer's on a Hot Tuesday" & “Chester and Jonny”.)

Set List

Poop Yer Pants plays over 30 of thier own songs.