Practically Einstein

Practically Einstein

 Arlington, Virginia, USA
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Modern Vintage Rock and Roll

Biography

"Fans of classic 90’s rock bands will find a new band to love in Practically Einstein. The four-piece infuse their own energy into that supremely enjoyable style to create memorable hooks that will be stuck in your head all day." - Groundsounds

"Each [PE song] is worthy of a listen, and demonstrates that PE is truly coming into its own."
-- On Tap Magazine

"Catchy and concise." - WLUR Radio, Lexington, VA

"A touch of garage, a touch of roots and some mildly raggedy harmonies. You know, the sort of band that always seems to steal the girls at the shows." - Aiding & Abetting

"Smart, concise rock'n'roll." -- Old Town Crier

On November 15, Practically Einstein released its brand new EP Love + Hate, the first with a new and improved lineup, now packing more alt-rock punch into vintage flavor rock and roll.  A veteran on the Washington, DC, scene for a decade-plus, PE has defied the odds to return with this anticipated collection of songs about the opposing forces that can come to a boil in the heart and mind.  From the devil-may-care spirit of the single “Massive in Japan”, to the dark passion of “When the World Explodes”, the songs exhibit a range of influences, much from the alt-rock heyday of the ‘90’s (Catherine Wheel, Buffalo Tom, Dillon Fence, Sugar, Del Amitri, Urge Overkill, Matthew Sweet, Supergrass, Live, the Pixies, Soul Asylum, Guided by Voices), and spiked with doses of Britpop, Americana and soul. 

The newest studio sessions saw the band returning to Cue Studios (whose clients have included Michael Jackson, Madonna, Henry Rollins, Garbage, Cracker, Pitbull, Biggie, HR of Bad Brains, and 311) to work with producer Jim Ebert.  Jim had produced many successful ’90’s projects such as Everything, Butch Walker and Marvelous 3, Everclear, and Meredith Brooks (“Bitch”).  After a great run in that era he was diagnosed with brain cancer a few years into the 2000’s.  But a successful battle with the brutal disease has allowed Jim to make his way back into the studio in recent years to pursue his life, love, and career of making music.  And PE had the great pleasure of working with the mad wizard Ebert as he took the raw, organic PE sound emanating from British tube amps, vintage instruments and soulful vocal chords, and mixed it with such textures as Moog, and Juno synths, Hammond organ and Mellotron flourishes, as well as vocal layers, backwards samples, hand claps, and an occasional 808 to boot. 

The last EP, Troubles With Modern Convenience, was done with Don Zientara at Inner Ear Studios (storied studio in Arlington, VA, where the likes of Bad Brains, Fugazi, and The Dismemberment Plan recorded some of their seminal work in the '80's, and which later would welcome such artists as Bob Mould, Cracker, Dave Grohl, and Jimmy Eat World, and was featured in the Foo Fighters Sonic Highways series). PE recorded on two-inch reel-to-reel tracking tape, and wanted to go for a more raw, organic, and real sound (the White Stripes among others have helped return this practice to favor for the classic, warmer sounds they get recording on tape). Many takes were live, with very few edits, or over-production, which is so prevalent on many modern releases. (Some of this process had to do with the subsequent titling of the EP).

With the recent releases, PE has added such elements to it's rock and roll sound as Americana (think Pete Yorn, Ryan Adams), indie moods, and fuzzed-out guitars (the Jesus and Mary Chain, Oasis, My Bloody Valentine), along with some garage pop (Guided By Voices, Strokes, older Kings of Leon).

Practically Einstein has subscribed to the DIY philosophy for some time, though they have at times worked with a major management company, and have received international distribution. PE was in the middle of producing demos for a Universal subsidiary a few years ago just when it was swallowed by its parent. The last full length CD From the Other Side of the Window, also done at Cue Studios, was released in England by Pinnacle Distribution (the largest distro company in the U.K.). PE was in talks with MI5 Records in England and Dandyland Records in Germany. Yet nothing has stuck, so PE continues to produce, release and promote its own records while performing regularly, which is certainly a viable alternative to having the life sucked out of you by a major label.

Though mostly performing regionally in the Mid-Atlantic region (VA, MD, DC, NC, SC), Practically Einstein also extends tours from New York to New Orleans, and regularly does tours in Europe: England and Denmark, Finland, Dublin and Prague. PE has performed with such diverse artists as OK Go, Eve 6, the Old '97's, Violent Femmes, Gin Blossoms, Cowboy Mouth, Flogging Molly, and SOJA.




Lyrics

Dead Weight

Written By: Dave Moran

This is not what I intended
We had the look of happy endings
While I assert my independence
I'm out of love
You're serving sentence

This is how we weight each other down

I gave you up on the altar
I vow to cheat
You vow to offer
Scripted words to fool the priest
And when you say "I do" not even you believe

This is how we weigh each other down

I wanted you to be everything I needed -- I gave you up to see if you would always be around

This is not what I intended
We had the look of happy endings
I'm better off
You're best pretending
I'll be around while you're descending

This is how we weigh each other down

Hollywood Fight

Written By: Brad Pugh

Hello, let’s blow
Through another show
Then hit the town with all the clowns
Who think I do but I don’t

Remember laughing or crying
Is it anybody’s riot?
And at the end, I’m drunk again And then she won’t even talk to me

I’m bleeding tonight
And getting tangled up in wires
It’s the werewolf on the line to say
The gypsy had it right

Goodnight
Turn out the bitter light
Go make amends with all the friends
That helped to ruin your life

But me I won’t get the door
Or see who’s banging on the floor
Above my head, my aching head
I’m still in bed 'cause she won’t dance with me

And I’m feeding tonight
Because I’m hungry and I’m tired
It’s been playing on and on
Another sycophantic song

Keeps ringing in my ear
Say goodbye another year
It’s the princess on line 2 to say
The joker’s turning blue

He had too much to do
Just save some time to die
Between the blood and the fire
In this Hollywood fight
Will we get it right, this time
When I still need to find a way
To make some love tonight

That’s it, I give up
It seems like everyone’s a slut
Can’t you tell from the smell
Of the spit in your lunch

Oh no, let me go
There’s fire down below
Just leave a drop in the cup
Would you please when you go

Who’s steering this ship to a smaller sea
As we aim for mediocrity
While I long to be a fitness celebrity
So maybe then she’ll wanna marry me

And I’m dreaming tonight
After eating up the slime
Until it’s bloated and well-fed
This hungry belly in my head

Will you last another week
With no more kisses on your cheek
Boy, it’s your momma on the phone
She says it’s time come on home
Boy pick up the phone!
And leave this bloodshed behind
With the stupid and the trite

So come on, yeah
Jump on in right
In this Hollywood fight

Will we ever get it right
In this Hollywood fight?

Drunk Dial

Written By: Brad Pugh

If love is a game, that I couldn’t win
Then take a bottle and let it spin
Watching the days, turn into nights
With absinthe and turpentine

I know you can’t stand the junkyard
And all the crowds, who lick their plates
And run their mouths, till it gets late
And you’re not safe
There, there, there

Don’t tell me, that you’re lonely as you leave, girl
We could be, the last two people in the world
And now you know we can begin, to populate the race
And end this single life
But she says how contrived, this drunken white boy jive

Time and again, it hurts me to sin
Maybe piety I’ll give up for lent
Or drop it in the mail, with the prehensile tail
I was digging up when the train derailed

I know you can’t change the jukebox
When it’s stuck on, the same old song
Van Morrison, you’re Satan spawn
Please Calgon
Take me away, away

Don’t tell me, that you’re lonely as you leave, girl
We could be, the last two people in the world
And now you know we can begin, to populate the race
And end this single life
But she says how contrived, this drunken white boy jive

I’ll see you in the living room, all dressed up and nowhere to bloom
I’ll be you in the living room, all dressed up and nowhere to bloom

It’s 3:15 and all’s well
Why I’m still up it’s hard to tell
Don’t be scared
It’s clear to see, that
People are weird, just look at your dad
And the suburban white kids who try to be black
I wanted world peace, and some cash in a bag
But all I got was some panic attacks
So I’ll be singing a song, and driving the hurse
When Mr. Jones takes a turn for the worse

And you won’t like that reaction
It’s not always kind, what people do
While doing lines, and sniffing glue
I love your eyes
So baby blue

Don’t tell me, that you’re lonely as you leave, girl
We could be, the last two people in the world
And now you know we can begin, to populate the race
And end this single life
Tonight

Fool Her

Written By: Bradley Stevenson Pugh

Fool Her

Strange thoughts keep poppin’ in my head
Things that should not be said
But they’re putting up a fight

And then she walks into my room
Her sweet little green eyes bloom
As I’m turning out the lights

And she don’t want me to leave the bed
And to black out on this dream that I was caught into

CHORUS:
And I swear that I tried not to fool her
As we sit in the corner of the cooler
Trying to hide from the virus in the night
Eyes open wide like a freakshow in the light

And she might try to say
I walk around on holiday
Until I hit the wall

But then I just let it bleed
‘Cause I don’t want to need
Anything at all

And then she tells me to turn my head
And to back out of this whole scene like I wanted to

CHORUS:
And I swear that I tried not to fool her
As we sit in the corner of the cooler
Trying to hide from the virus in the night
She says I lied

BREAK:
But I…swear I never did
Well maybe once when I was a kid
You learn your lessons
That hit you like a Smith and Wesson
And left me lying on the floor
Like it was 1984
When I could pretend someday she’ll lift me up again
So go on

CHORUS:
And I swear that I tried not to fool her
As we sit in the corner of the cooler
Trying to hide from the virus in the night
Still terrified of

Standing here in line
While the fruit is almost wine
But once upon a time

I wanna be your freakshow tonight
I wanna be your freakshow tonight
I wanna be your freakshow tonight
But do I wanna be your freakshow for life

Sanctuary

Written By: Bradley Stevenson Pugh

Whenever I hear you call, you know I'll come running to you
Snap your fingers and I'll crawl, through broken windows
I should have known this right from the start, soon I will be making the sound
Of a thousand blacker hearts, that surround

I wanna burn with you, burn with you baby
Wanna go down where nobody can save me
I want you to torture me, torture me
I wanna hear you tell me hell can be our sanctuary

A caress then rip me apart, you don't know what you're doing to me
When you move swiftly just like a shark, at a bloodletting
Let's take this fire into the dark, keep doing what you're doing to me
You know I've never been this far, so come get me

To burn with you, burn with you baby
Wanna go down where nobody can save me
I want you to torture me, torture me
I wanna hear you tell me hell can be our sanctuary

Time's wasting, so come down and spend
A lifetime with me, we'll make it eternity

I wanna burn with you, burn with you baby
Wanna go down where nobody can save me
I want you to torture me, torture me
I wanna hear you tell me hell can be our sanctuary

I wanna burn with you, burn with you baby
Wanna go down where nobody can save me
I want you to torture me, torture me
I wanna hear you tell me hell can be our sanctuary

Big Life

Written By: Bradley Stevenson Pugh

The night comes down, somebody save me
From this soulless town, and its two-headed babies

You wanna burn, you just wanna burn
But you wanna love and you wanna learn
From visions of those bad decisions
They keep playing over and over again

In a big life, maybe too big for you
With bright lights, bending versions of truth
And all of the sounds, you can't quiet down
They twist you around and around and around
We're a far cry, from innocence of youth

And I feel it too

Stare at the moon, looking for reasons
All the bad news, and the bad seasons

So here you are, alone in the dark
With the battle scars, like giant black marks
You're out of luck, out of sense
Out of touch, out of trust, and you're all out of friends

In a big life, maybe too big for you
With bright lights, bending versions of truth
And all of the sounds, you can't quiet down
They twist you around and around and around
We're a far cry, from innocence of youth

And I feel it too

She never says yes, she never says no
But still you get high, and you get too low
You're out of emotions to spend
And you wonder again when it's all gonna end

In a big life, maybe too big for you
With bright lights, bending versions of truth
And all of the sounds, you can't quiet down
They twist you around and around and around
One more time, just love like you used to do

And I'll feel it too

Discography

3 EPs:

Love + Hate

Pressing the Flesh and Other Steps to Success

Troubles with Modern Convenience

2 LPs:

I Want To

From the Others Side of the Window

Have received airplay in DC, VA, MD, NC, UT, XM Radio, BBC
in England, and the Czech Republic.

Set List

For the typical hour club set:

So Far, So Good

Seasick

One Day in Your Life

How to Bleed

Dead Weight

Little Red Corvette

Massive in Japan

When the World Explodes

Hollywood Fight

Big Life

Faithful Boy