Vox Pop

Vox Pop

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"A beautiful, glowing sound ... rolling & tumbling pop music" (RSL Blog)

Anglo-American melodic pop rock with a dash of Smithsian lyrical wit and Beatle-bred vocals. Guitars, synthesizers, bass, drums, medieval harmony and trombones are often deployed in their sound.

Biography

**Vox Pop has been selected to perform at this year's SXSW Festival at The Outlaw Roadshow showcase on Saturday, March 9, 2013 at Rusty's Austin**

Jamie noodles on multiple instruments and sings.
Before becoming hypersensitive from yoga, he used to enjoy single-origin Kenyan V60 pour-overs; he also likes restoring his bright orange '69 Danelectro Reissue and having the word 'broccoli' corrected to 'neocolonialism' on his iPhone.

Katherine ('Gypsy') plays bass guitar, sings and performs atonal synth improvisations on request.
She enjoys aged pu-erh, conjugating Latin verbs and reading about dead alchemists.

Nick ('Sneako') is a polymath and multi-instrumentalist. He likes to drink kombucha, paint babies and aliens with watercolors and sleep in Vox Pop's windowless, purple studio.

Alex is a highly evolved beat master, who was magically summoned from the waters of Lake George. He likes beer and bulldogs.

Eric ('Moped Man'), trombonist extraordinare, is the latest addition to the Vox Pop lineup. A soft-spoken man of mystery, he enjoys riding around town on his moped.

VOX POP'S beginnings can be traced to the fair city of Edinburgh, Scotland. After performing for BBC Introducing at the Glastonbury Festival in a previous musical incarnation, they migrated to a sleepy, fog-enveloped town just south of San Francisco called Pacifica, and wrote a set of songs in a house with an outdoor shower and uninterrupted view of the Pacific Ocean.

Much of their soon-to-be-released debut album was then recorded in a small room in Oakland, CA before they ventured to Los Angeles to mix their first EP, "French/Funeral", with Danny Kalb (Beck, Ben Harper).

En route, one member (who must remain nameless) was lost to the British Secret Service, MI5, and another talented potential guitarist (but devout Quaker) was reluctantly told that he probably shouldn't make the cross-country trip from rural Pennsylvania to San Francisco because the group's Californian drummer at the time occasionally practiced pagan ceremonial rituals.

After narrowly escaping vehicular death in Los Angeles, Jamie and Katherine took it as a sign from the gods that the time had come to go east; so with a completed EP in hand and 4 years' worth of material tracked, they arrived at Hope Street in New York City, walked into the first venue on the Lower East Side that caught their eye and knew right away that they must recruit both the quirky guitarist in tight white trousers and the tight drummer with a big smile playing behind him.

At their first East Coast gig, they thought it would be fun to audition trombone players by forcing them to improvise on the end of a song they'd never heard. They found Eric Ambrose, who ripped it up.

They have all since joined forces in a purple Brooklyn basement bedecked with a disco ball. See them live to get your hands on individually hand-painted, limited advanced copies of "French/Funeral" before the official release on March 9, 2013.

Lyrics

Cutting Corners

Written By: Jamie Frankel

We'll go outside
People will never know
We're cutting corners in the world, but it won't show
You'll go outside
See somebody you know
They're cutting corners in the world, but they don't show
La la la la...

You'll do it all, you'll do it all before you die
You're cutting corners in the world, why don't you try?
You'll do it all before you die
You're cutting corners in the world, but you wont cry
You're cutting corners in the world, but you won't
Cry cry cry...

You followed them all
You followed them to their homes
You're cutting corners in a world you'll never know
My body's torn, so now I think that I can dance

You never knew -- somebody got their head around you
And now you're doing what they said because you think you should do
I never thought, but suddenly a star is born tonight
Your psychologist is bored -- don't tell him that I told you
He's cutting corners but, oh God, don't tell him that I told you

No I'm not sad though people you'll never know are dying
You're cutting corners in the world you never knew
You want to say something you'll never say
You're cutting corners in a world you don't believe
You're cutting corners in a world you don't believe
La la la la...

Paper

Written By: Jamie Frankel

In the sun
You had everything to give
So they took you home --
A high school lady with Nietzsche quotes
On the morning run
The middle classes catch the sun
In a world of love
You hate too much so your time is done

But I was like skin
And you were like blood
But we were like paper
It wasn't enough...

In those days
You could get away with that
You could sit and pray
That a low-fat diet wont make you fat
You're a simple soul
You'll plant a garden when you're old
You're a subsistence operator
And you do what you are told

But I was like skin
And you were like blood
But we were like paper
It wasn't enough...

And I was like skin
And you were like blood
But we were like paper
It wasn't enough...

Hero Lesson

Written By: Jamie Frankel

I never changed my mind
Never made it in time
They’ll take us to the beach
So we don’t forget our lines

I want to fall in love
And I’ll win the argument clearly as well
But I don’t want to see you like that

I’m a fool this time
Can't you see what you've done?
On the back of my hand is a Roman gun
I don’t think that you need a hero lesson, hero lesson

I’d rather be a fool than believe your lies
And should wait here 'til they die
And I don’t think that you, a hero lesson, hero lesson

You were always strong
So tell me where the rules have gone
I don’t think anyone will know

Listen to my words
Cos I think that yours are absurd
And I don’t want to think about them now

Can you feel their touch?
They can feel your cold
They're taking everything they think you know
But I don’t think that you need a hero lesson, hero lesson

And I'd rather be false
Than believe your lies
So I will wait here 'til they die
And I don't think that you need a hero lesson, a hero lesson

Cover your face when they tell you to
Open your eyes like your brothers do
When will you believe that you need a hero lesson, hero lesson

I’m four days down and I’m four days cold
But I will see you when I'm old
Cos I don’t think I need a hero lesson, a hero lesson

Frederick's Bible

Written By: Jamie Frankel

Betty knows the truth
Makes her feel aloof
Talks me into bed
Doesn't need the proof

Cos I'm impassive
I'm too idle
To play games with Frederick's Bible

Freddy knows the truth
Told me not to move
Held the gun and said,
'Baby, here's the proof'

Cos I'm impassive
I'm too idle
To play games with Frederick's Bible