The Roaring 20's

The Roaring 20's

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The Roaring 20's place keyboard stage-center in this New York-based quartet's sexual-but-barely-consensual rock and roll laboratory.

Biography

All of a sudden The Roaring 20's place keyboard stage-center in this New York-based quartet's sexual-but-barely-consensual rock and roll laboratory. Classically trained pianist turned lothario-frontgod Karl Fey fuses his mannered, pop-poetic lyrical ur-chops with the sickest keyboard breaks this side of Prokofiev, while effete younger brother Kevin contemplatively massages his jealous kit in these pleasantly coded streams of math-rock danceware. Every set comes complete with a rotating (and we do mean rotating) keyboard co-ed, distractedly pantomiming a fleshy cathartic keyboard stand for Herr Fey up and down renditions of legendary live favorites "Deke and Alice and Leslie" (based on a true story!) and "Train Crash Into A Plane Wreck" (a button-pressing post-emo aria about suicide, suicide, and partying).

... Will guitarist Mat shred an ethereal hole in outdated special relativity theory with his crisp, proletariat ax chattle? Will Ian bring smiles to the prepubescent faces of New York City's occasionally-willing-to-dance patrician class? Come (and we do mean come) to hear the sounds of The Roaring 20's. Bring your girlfriend and leave without her.

Lyrics

Plane Crash

Written By: Karl Fey

Time, you kill me.
They shoulda known
But I'm still burning.
Oh didn't you know.

And this goes on and on and on and on I know
We've been here before, and it goes nowhere.
There's blood on the road, so just don't start.
These fast cars won't get you nowhere.
There's blood on your hands, so just cut them off.

You, you kill me
Just want you to know
But I'm all ready
all ready to go

And this goes on and on and on oh no

and there's a Plane Crash into a train wreck
and no religion can explain it.
But there's a name for this creeping sickness.
Some call it kindness, but you're just lonely.

And there's a Plane Crash into a Train wreck,
and no religion will ever explain it.
But there's a name for this knot in my stomach,
I still love you, I can't explain it.

Danny Danny

Written By: Karl Fey

The lights are so much brighter
when you cut out your eyes.
I hold you so much tighter
when you say goodbye.
At last we're getting somewhere,
You get what you deserve.
After the money's over
let the dice roll.

How now, Danny, where are you?
Please tell me, I want to know.
We used to be friends growing up,
now you never come home.
How now, Danny, where are you?
Please tell me, I want to know.
You used to listen to punk rock
But now it's only Death Metal.

Elliott Smith

Written By: Karl Fey

Lost and alone at a highschool party, 17 years old and oh God she touched me, Touch me again.
Drunk on the dance floor broken-hearted. Never gonna let myself be so ungaurded, You got me again.
The Twist, The Shake, The Electric Slide, The Harlem Shake, and Apollo Sunshine, dances I would like to try.

If you teach me, if you teach me I will learn. And if you're dying we were only Built to Burn. If we've got nothing then there's nothing left to lose.

I found her again in the press of bodies. Trading telephone numbers come on baby call me, You don't have to wait.
Lies don't add up when they're well intentioned. A couple of things I forgot to mention, Don't hide anything.
Well look a glance in my direction, taking it for granted that you're taking me for all I'm worth.
Baby I would like it if you try.

If you teach me, if you teach me I will learn. And if you're dying we were only Built to Burn. If we've got nothing then there's nothing left to lose. But if you love me baby, thats nice, but its not enough. not at all.

The Twist, The Shake, The Electric Slide, The Harlem Shake, Apollo Sunshine.
The Elliott Smith Tragic Suicide.

Discography

The Roaring 20's EP

Set List

Danny Danny
Darling Diana
Deke and Alice and Leslie
Donnie Donnie
End of the World
Elliott Smith
Fifteen in Fifteen
Fishnets
Forever Forver
Go On
Graveyard Hot Tub
Lets Have a PARTY
Lets Sail Away (for the weekend)
Plane Crash
Sultan's Song
The Tamborine
Tonight Tonight
Treatables not Curable
Whiskey and Water