The Types

The Types

 Moscow, Moscow, RUS
BandRockPunk

Wild 60's garage rock'n'roll, Farfisa, fuzz, zombies, space invaders, serial killers, sex, alcohol, some romance and fiery live shows - that is how The Types' phenomenon could be briefly described! Hey hey hey hully gully!!!

Biography

The history of this band is under a veil of mystery. No one could
mention either the exact day or the place when it appeared. The
musicians refuse to comment the matter and the witnesses differ in their judgment about this. 60’? 70’? 50’? 00’? New York?London? Sydney? Auckland? Moscow? No one could give the exact answer…
Anyway the fact remains – The Types exist and everyone who is
interested in Rock’n’roll cannot but acknowledge it.
Farfisa, drive, fuzz, zombies, space invaders, serial killers, sex,
alcohol, some romance and fiery live shows - that is how The Types' phenomenon could be briefly described.
As opposed to the majority of garage bands of nowadays, which try to reincarnate in heroes of past days, The Types managed to keep the atmosphere of sixties not rushing into aping.
As if you hear the same dirty analogue sound but with the thrilling
feeling of something original and fresh, not ordinary cover
band with vintage instruments.
There's no need to describe what is happening on the stage while The Types are playing! It must be seen! C’mon everybody!

Lyrics

A little piece of you

Written By: THE TYPES

Your body’s great and everyday
I’ve got to be with you my babe
‘Cause I can neither eat nor sleep when I’m without you
It’s not so easy but I know
The way I’m gonna reach my goal
I’ll take my knife and cut a little piece from you

A little piece of you
A little piece of you
Oh baby can’t you see
I’ve gotta have with me
A little piece of you

One day I bring your little toes
Another day I take your nose
I love to hold your hand on Sunday promenade

Your head is a pleasant heavy load
And though you’re dead I’m not alone
Believe me baby that true love will never fade

Baby Rock’n’Roll

Written By: THE TYPES

Baby Rock’n’Roll
It was a night in Krizis
T’was just another party night
She glanced at me so easy
And I went out of my mind

Watch her, ain’t I right –
She’s a queen of the night!
She’s a super girl
Baby Rock’n’Roll!

She had a stunning body
And vicious eyes on an angel’s face
She made me feel so horny
She came to me from outer space

Watch her, ain’t I right –
She’s a queen of the night!
She’s a super girl
Baby Rock’n’Roll!

Love’s not a film show

Written By: THE TYPES

Love’s not a film show
And we just don’t know
When it will come right to the end
You said you’re leaving
And I’m retrieving
What I did wrong can’t understand

Do I have the right to know
The reason why you baby blow my world
Why do you kill so easy something you have grown
Yes my pain is more than real
You may not answer but you’re gonna feel
One day you’re gonna feel the same thing on your own

Love’s not a film show
And everyone knows
No guarantee of a Happy End
But now it’s over
I’m getting sober
And there’s no reason to pretend

My little zombie girl

Written By: THE TYPES

Let’s shake it shake it baby
Shake some of our bones
Let’s shake it shake it baby
‘Cause we’ve got no choice
I’m gonna play guitar
I’m gonna lose control
I’m gonna burn this night for you
Gotta burn it all
My little zombie girl

C’mon let’s do it baby
Do it once again
C’mon let’s do it baby
‘Gotta play this game

I’m gonna play guitar
I’m gonna lose control
I’m gonna burn this night for you
Gotta burn it all
My little zombie girl

Sorry mama

Written By: THE TYPES

I know my dear dear mama
You wish the best for those you love
It means to work from nine till six five days a week
It means to be one of the crowd
But sorry dear dear mama
I’ll never be one of that kind

I choose my own way mama
The way I’m gonna hold on tight
I’m gonna be by myself mama
That’s my decision ain’t I right

I’m sorry dear dear mama
I’ll always be one of that kind

Space Invaders

Written By: THE TYPES

I’m gonna tell you a story
You’ve never heard before
I’m gonna tell you why I’m here now
And what I’m searching for
You asked me why I’m hairless
And why my eyes burn green
It’s ‘cause I’s born so far from here
In the place you’ve never been

Day by day we will invade your place
From outer space

My people’s got no soul
My people’s got no heart
And all we need to keep ourselves alive
Is a human’s brain and blood
Our biggest space craft’s near
Your planet’s doomed to death
There come the last days of the Earth
Beginning of the End

You'll pay it

Written By: THE TYPES

You say you understood my dear, That all your feelings disappeared
So easy, so unexpected
You told me once, you told me twice, But I still cannot realize
What's happened, what's happened...
I try to find the reason why
It was so deep, you were so mine...
it's over, it's over...
I'm going mad and so insane,
I roar with laughter through the pain
Game over, game over…

Only question is why
Only answer is a knife
Only price is your life
And you'll pay it!

Discography

EPs
Chicks&Tricks (vinyl LP), 2011, CopaseDisques (Germany)
Chicks&Tricks, 2010, Fusion Rec.
I am so good, 2009, DIY Rec

Set List

1st part.

1. C’mon Everybody
2. Las Vegas
3. Zombie Twist
4. It’s cold outside
5. Film show
6. Runaway
7. Mama
8. Caveman
9. Simple words
10. Bus stop
11. A little piece of you

2 PART

1. Louie Louie
2. Baby Rock’n’roll
3. Venus
4. Rock’n’roll Guitars
5. No Road To Runaway
6. Flowers on the wall
7. The Music To Watch Girls By
8. Hanky Panky
9. Gimmie all your love
10. What you gonna say?
11. Knocking on heaven’s door
12. Bad bad girl