Room Full of Strangers

Room Full of Strangers

 Florida, New York, USA
BandRockPop

Genre bending, visceral, dance-able, relevant and original...

"I went to see " Room Full of Strangers" the other night at Cedars in Youngstown OH. Best band I have seen in ages. Great players and great stage show, energetic and highly entertaining. They even did a rousing cover of the Deadbeat Poets "The Stiv Bators Ghost Tour" that just blew me away. Highly recommended and a splendid time guaranteed for all".

~ Frank Secich - Guitar / bass, The Dead Boys & The Stiv Bators Band - 1979-81

Biography

For US whatever-punks Room Full Of Strangers, in 2015, it’s a Love / Hate situation. It would be easy for a band of working class guys, with roots in America’s Rust Belt, struggling to make ends meet, to embrace hate, lash out and become big drinking, fist-fighting, rock n roll clichés. In fact, for a period of time, that’s exactly what happened. The sons of immigrants and factory workers, Room Full Of Strangers haven’t always managed to plough the path of controlled chaos that they currently inhabit – for a while it was just chaos. It wasn’t so long ago that their shows were sparking mass brawls and, in one terrifying instance, witnessed the tragic overdose of a member on stage… 


Led by front man Mick Mcluan, it was time to embrace their struggle, and the difficulties of being in a penniless band, in a very different way. They looked to other Rust Belt bands like The Stooges, Dead Boys, DEVO, Pere Ubu and Lux Interior, and instead adopted a new outlook – one they’d need to stick to, if they were to come out of this alive and well. The band got pro-active. Their own self-promoted (huge) warehouse parties drew the attention of proper venues and producers. The offers were coming thick and fast, and they now boast a live show so renowned that they’re invited invited to play CMJ every year and fests such as SXSW, CBGB Fest and have shared stages with acts as varied as Joanna Gruesome (Rough Trade), Fan Modine (members of Neutral Milk Hotel), Jacuzzi Boys, Har Mar Superstar, Capsula (Bilbao Spain), Sylvain Sylvain (New York Dolls), Frank Secich (Stiv Bators Disconnected Bad / Dead Boys), The Misfits and – GG Allin’s band - The Murder Junkies. 


Naturally it wasn’t long before acclaimed knob-twiddler and Godfather of the NYC underground art punk scene, Mark Kramer, known as Kramer (Jacuzzi Boys, Half Japanese, Sonic Youth, Daniel Johnston, Monotonix, Urge Overkill, Galaxie 500, Butthole Surfers) discovered the band and put them in the studio. The resulting sessions became new album ‘Bad Vacation’ – an album packed with collective experience, ferocity, punk spirit, all set to an us-against-the-world party soundtrack. This is a band who is influenced by its own collective personalities and life experience, and a band that ardently refuses to write music that is derivative of the sound du jour. 


“Bad Vacation is about real people, places and things, and reflects on our life story as band. It’s kind of like being the main character in the movie Shawshank Redemption. At first you’re screwed, then screwed a little less and ultimately, if you're patient and persistent, you get to crawl through a sewer pipe of crap to your freedom.”


~ Mick McIuan - Room Full of Strangers


Designed to carry you signed, sealed, delivered, in a sweaty heap on the floor, ‘Bad Vacation’ serves as a reminder that bad trips happen, but you can always come out the other side. 

Lyrics

Lets Build an Idol

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

Back in the day, when I saw you. Around the corner from sodom and gomorrah; you were tired of those B.C. kicks and all them marble statues and their flacid little dicks. Doing the the vomitorium was getting you down, when all the kids were still puking in town. So, lets build something that will really last, we'll build a super-structure and laugh at their ass.

Let's build an Idol eeeew wha ewwwww, let's build and an idol, really tall and cool, let's build an idol, hey we'll drop out of school, let's build an idol for all the fools.

Forget the orgies and the chicken feathers too, cos now we got this kick ass idol for you. You can worship right at it's feet, hey we'll be the coolest cats on our street.

Let's build an Idol eeeew wha ewwwww, let's build and an idol, really tall and cool, let's build an idol, hey we'll drop out of school, let's build an idol for all the fools.

The sky parted and thunder clapped, I swear the guy next to me just stood there and crapped. All the kids began to run as dark clouds rolled in and blotted out the sun. We all knew this fun would never last...( voice cries out, so what are we going to do now Mick)

Well, we'll just have to build a bigger one and twice as fast.

Let's build an Idol eeeew wha ewwwww, let's build and an idol, really tall and cool, let's build an idol, hey we'll drop out of school, let's build an idol for all the fools. All the the foooools, all the fooool, all the foooools, all the fools, all the fools.

Lego Man

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

Look at that man, he's a lego man, look at that man, he's stuck in legoland, look at that man, tries if he can.

Look at that man, look at that man go, his gimmick sucks it up, so his brains can just check out.

Look at that man, he's a piece of shit, look at that man, he's got to live with it.

Look at that man, look at that man go. His gimmick sucks it up, so his brains can just check out.

He was a good man, yeah yeah. He was a righteous man, he was a blue ribbon man and he loved his children to. But don't you know, don't you know, know, know. He's a lying man, he's cheating man, he's a rip off man, he's a scamming man.

He's a lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, lego, LEGO MAN.

Look at that man, he's got his medicine. Look at that man he's gonna stick in, look at that man and his nothing plan, look at that man go.

His gimmick sucks it up, so his brain can just check out.

Inconito

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

Get out I saw you today, you looked as if you died. Freak out we thought you'd made it, on a wonderful ride. It's always really cool, very social, nice and kosher, nothing to hide and now this.

Get out because you know you should, shake it up it will do you some good. You're always seeking, never finding, very tiring, a new way to go. Buried inside, because you're bored alive. So welcome to the show, start living in incognito.

Now you face the mirror, you rearrange and strip away. All the things that made you operate, in auto-play. You know you were nearly gone, but that's alright, because now you're hiding out, in plain sight, incognito.

Get out because you know you should, shake it up it will do you some good. You're always seeking, never finding, very tiring, a new way to go. Buried inside, because you're bored alive. So welcome to the show, start living in incognito.

Start living in incognito.

Do Ya Wanna (uh huh)

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

Do ya wanna uh huh, do you wanna uh huh, do you wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh. Do ya wanna come with me and eat some apples from the garden tree. We'll dress up real nice and dance, dance, dance. We'll lose our minds and forget about romance.

Do you wanna feel, what I can do. See I told you, you'd wanna cu cu cu cum with me.

Do you wanna uh huh 4x

Shenanigans in rhythm and time, just like the ones on your mind. You come in closer for a kiss, kiss, kiss. I think we both knew it was coming to this.

Do you wanna feel, what I can do. See I told you, you'd wanna cu cu cu cum with me.

Uh huh a huh a huh huh huh 4x

Do ya wanna uh huh, do ya wanna uh huh, uh huh, uh huuuuuuuh, u huuuuuuh, a huh a huh a huh a ha ha ha.

Jenny Love

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

Walk right by the girls in my school, don't even know their names. I really just want one girl, that will dizzy up my brain. Hey now, I want to go right up to the clouds, up above on high with my Jenny love.

Shes in all the magazines and everywhere I go, even locked up in my bathroom so my mom will never know. Because every time that we're alone my love begins to grow. And I can't resist her lotion-ed skin, hey, shes my a la' mode.

Hey ohhhh, shes my Jenny Love 4x

One time my mama caught me with my Jenny Love, so she drug me to the church to pray to the man high up above. Hey now, I could get mad but, there is no reason why. Because every-time I choke her, she will never die.

Shes in all the magazines and everywhere I go, even locked up in my bathroom so my mom will never know. Because every time that we're alone my love begins to grow. And I can't resist her lotion-ed skin, hey, shes my a la' mode.

Hey ohhhh, shes my Jenny Love 2x
Hey hey hey oh oh oh oh, she my. My Jenny Love

Fuck the Love Out

Written By: Room Full of Strangers

I we took all the love out of the universe, what would there be. And if we torched all the pretty flowers, with gasoline. If we fought through our prudish ways, would we be free. And if we all had no clothes to wear. To what would that lead.

We'd fuck the love, fuck the love, fuck the love out.We'd fuck love, fuck love. 2x

Some, people do it naturally, some people just get mean. Some people fuck for posterity, some use Vaseline. If you've fucked as much as we have done, then you'd already know, sweet loving is for pussies, fuckin is for pros.

We fuck the love, fuck the love, fuck the love out.We'd fuck love, fuck love. 2x

You think that's love that you found.

We'd fuck the love, fuck the love, fuck the love out. We'd fuck love, fuck love. 4x