Coming soon, we will release the first two singles in a series revolving around our upcoming LP, Foreign Lands.


Speaking in Tongues b/w Crucial Talk
Will be released on Copper Lung, an Oregon label.


Poison Sermons b/w Slave/Master
Will be released by Leroy St. Records out of Michigan.

Foreign Lands LP will be released in Feb 2009 by Protagonist, who released Queer Salutations.

"The note that comes with this CD compares them to MENEGUAR and that's exactly what the first song sounds like. The rest of the record is totaaaaaaally influenced by BUILT TO SPILL, and interestingly BUILT TO SPILL was the second band mentioned in the note that came with the CD. Well, thank you, note. You were spot on... Anyway, if you're like me and you thought BUILT TO SPILL's first handful of singles were the best shit ever, you will probably think that this TEENAGE COOL KIDS record is the best shit ever too. Seriously, I knew I'd like this just from looking at the sparse but unpretentious artwork. Fast to mid paced catchy indie rock songs with good lyrics. Listening to this record is like walking through a hipster party with the clever cynical dude who acts like he doesn't want to be there but totally enjoys pointing out why everyone else is full of shit. This was the only record I got this month that I was really psyched about and I want to be at a packed house show in this band's hometown jumping up and down and yelling along with a bunch of other sweaty losers."

-Gordy Tornado

I'm liking this album. It has that raggedy, almost sloppy (but not quite) slacker punk feel like Pavement's "Slanted and Enchanted" or Dinosaur Jr's "You're Living All Over Me." Lyrically and musically this is a lot more straight-forward than either of those 2 albums, but it's fun to listen to when in a mellow mood. That's not to say this is a slow and ethereal shoegaze, but this isn't exactly going to satisy anyones need for a hardcore fix. I especially like the lyrics to "Write Back Soon" and it's great line directed at hipsters: "Hold my Pabst? Kiss my ass. Move to Brooklyn or Vermont." This album is worth picking up, and ironically enough, I think this has enough of an indie rock appeal that hipsters would probably actually dig it.


- ADRIAN

Sometimes you hear a band name and you have a good idea of what they might sound like before even listening. Teenage Cool Kids were one of those bands for me. Granted the name sounded more pop/punk to me at first. But, with a name like Teenage Cool Kids it just had to be a fun, right? And I was correct. Queer Salutations flashes by in a garagey lo-fi haze that recalls the great, but tragically underrated Scared Of Chaka. The band hails from Denton, TX but geography certainly plays no part in the band's sound. Echoing bands as diverse as Meneguar and The Thermals to Built To Spill and Superchunk, the band is covering ample scenic territory here. But, where the band makes the greatest impression is when they slow the tempo down. On songs like "Reasons Why" and "Prose" you can see those Built To Spill comparisons truly coming to life. Other than a few songs that show a real depth, Queer Salutations is just a fun stab at lo-fi rock n' roll. Teenage Cool Kids might come off as a bit amateurish but that is the band's charm as well. This is all in good fun but it certainly is not going to change the world. I suppose with a name like Teenage Cool Kids, that was never the band's purpose though.

Genre: Garage/Pop/Punk

RIYL: Meneguar, Oxford Collapse, Built To Spill

TEENAGE COOL KIDS - Queer Salutations CD
I think the title of this is supposed to be wacky versus being part of the queer punk scene. With that being said, this is OK amateur punk. I hear a little ATOM AND HIS PACKAGE, maybe a little Lookout! records comp style stuff. Maybe a lesser GRUMPIES. (RL)

i am guilty of ignoring bands with names like this. but someone wanted me to help set up a show for them and have my band play so i went to listen. this album is awesome. Write Back Soon makes my cock hard. then i stroke it and ejaculate. because i like this band. i going to the gym and lifting to it. i bet i put up big numbers. then im going to swim laps with it playing on my headphones and i bet i don't get shocked. then im going to the steam room and getting my dick sucked by some anonymous Nosferatu-looking albany ny cocksucking ghoul. im going to make them play this album while the whole thing goes down. then i'll shower. this album rules.

Some make sense, some just plain stupid.

Jawbreaker
Pavement
Dillinger Four
Meneguar
Kind of Like Spitting
The Pixies
Dinosaur Jr.
Capn Jazz
Belle & Sebastian
Built To Spill
Descendents
Helmet
Get Up Kids
On the Might of Princes
The Promise Ring
Chisel
Saves the Day
Husker Du
Guided By Voices
Superchunk
Superdrag
Jetz to Brazil

Probably tons of spelling errors and grammar bs but dont care

Queer Salutations
You were rolling on x the night that we first met. You said you don't remember, its funny how we never forget what we'd like to but never recall the thoughts we're tied to. "Nothing to do tonight, right?" "Tired of watching us drinking?" Its wishful thinking. I'm still waiting for your admission of defeat, Is it the 90 degrees of midnight or the confession of this street that keeps you long? There's a hole in my tongue, and all the words I recited just fell right inside it. I'm trying so hard to keep from lumping into this sunken shape that I take when you put on the smile that greets me like a wave goodbye. Queer salutations are so hard to forget. Reliving the moments we've sworn to have never repeated, now who's mistreated? The push and the pull of the night I wont say I'm completed, I feel alright though I'm still waiting for your admission of the feet Is it the 90 degrees of midnight or the confession of this street that keeps you gone?

Awkward Type of Girl
You've got a boyfriend, but that don't matter. It wont keep him from what he's after. He wants to make you his new obsession before you graduate from post college depression. You pride yourself as an awkward type of girl, but you're a self hating socialite, admit it. You wear a badge of the hardships you've endured. And you don't let your company forget it. Put on a record, he doesn't get it. "I'm not a fan of shallow indie," he admitted. You're not offended when he confesses that he laughs inside at all your vintage dresses. Convince yourself your not part of his deceit. He knows he's only a novelty distraction. A slain regret and a promise to repeat, but will you even get the satisfaction?

Sleeper Hold
I've got a swelling gut. You think its serious, I'm about to explode. You put your hand on me. You make it hard to breath, put me in sleeper hold. Try not to mind it when you get reminded it's nobody's job but yours. You tell the shitty jokes I'll convince all the folks its no one's fault but ours. You can't bury it and pray that it won't come back to life someday. You walk around and stomp your feet to keep it underground, I hear the thumps where I am. "Am I an idiot?" You asked me to shut up. "You'll wake my roommates bro." You make this hard on me, spilling your arms on me melting into my mold. You can't bury it and pray that it won't come back to life someday. Cause there's a mouth in my ear and its dragging names like empty lakes because you throw all your trash in there man.

Reasons Why
Midnight strikes, well I forgot. My empty skull rings "surely not". I hear it echo and I feel the morning light, and my brain is in the fog that grew on my floor overnight. I feel like I'm being eaten alive by the memories I've pushed aside. Am I burning out from the inside? Because something's biting on my brain, the thoughts I thought that I could hide. They are my reasons why I lie in bed to pass the time. I saw a picture and we were sitting on a couch in your living room. Me I was looking at the floor. You wore that drowning gaze. I looked away from you. There's a sign on you that I can't read, it's a side of you I've never seen. And the picture always reminds me how you claim you can read peoples thoughts, you've claimed since you were seventeen.

Excursion into Philosophy
I've seen into your future and I can see the things that you'll do. I could never trust you to disarm a bomb cause your just gonna sit and watch this kid blow up. And its not because of me? Well if you say so. Here's the chance that you have hunted, to do the things you've always wanted. Wear your clothes like you did once when acquaintances were not a hundred empty bottles in your bedroom, shoved in corners to make room for a twin frame where you've hosted many, with blue sheets, you would trade it all. A tree trunk for a twig, and two weeks alone is all you have to dig. I've seen into your future and I can hear the things you haven't said. I read it in the book that you keep hidden from me. You left it open when I found you there asleep. Two years almost two this day I sat where we once sat like I was visiting a grave, you told me here in confidence the only time that you got off is when your brothers friends threw rocks at you and forced you to eat dog shit and called you names that you make your lovers call you when they're fucking you. You were 13 in 1992. I can keep my eyes focused on this square of light on the floor I can't keep my mind off the framed picture on the wall.

Write Back Soon
Look at you, hippy girl, doing what you're supposed to do. White girl dreads on your head. "Want some flowers?" I said no. Powwow girl, think the world is a groovy fucking place. Smoke some grass, adopt cats, can you "dig it" if your shallow? And when the promises you meant to carry out leave you tasting doubt you chase them. You're a bohemian pilgrim, escaping persecution. Look at you, hipster dude, but I guess that's what you want. "Hold my Pabst?" Kiss my ass. Move to Brooklyn or Vermont. Get tattoos, Nike shoes. Tell us all just how you feel In the zine of poetry inspired by Kerouac and Salinger. And when the promises you meant to carry out leave you tasting doubt you chase them you're a counter culture victim, embracing devolution.
Crowd Aggravation I'll admit I'm ill prepared for what I was later told was done in fun. Lucky I made it. I was by myself. I gave you a rain check, I promised not to tell.

Crowd aggravation.
I could feel all the hate of your attack, I could see you standing there smiling. I could hold back the tears but not the screams, my friends told me after that I was lucky that I got away. Or am I lucky that I'm scared to die?

Self Abuse
There's so little I have left to scream about. I cant push out another word on your account. And I cant pretend to tell the truth if you fight back when I say what I wanted to. Do you remember last semester? You were so exhausted I was yelling out a lung and you said I'd lost it. You had covered my mouth so I asked you in my head. Are you feeling unsatisfied now with you situation? Your boyfriend drinks too much and you and he are out of touch and you went to your job the other day. You were insulted a customer and cried you said its hardly worth your wage. I just checked the mail today on my way out. I got the letter that you sent, the words you wrote, and I'm about to start telling you exactly what I think about your latest move. Tried to find the words to put to you, tried em' all and settled on self abuse. I've got a box of your old things that when you left you gave me I pull it out sometimes to remind me of the mess we made. I was over just the other day. You were there lying on your bed, sad in the dark, I gave you something I had made. I lie in bed thinking, sweating out a war. Pillow sheets are puddled, dripping from the fight the night before. Are you fine with telling me that I'm just another moment that has passed, another breath you let slip free?

Prose
All your writing is the same and your forcing stories to the page. And the girl that broke your heart's the star No you never let her get to far. And she's always happy on your page.
Sometimes life is only grand when the cum is falling into your hand. And your sessions begin to increase when your working on your masterpiece.

Tryna Decide
And there's a corner of you where I've never stood before the congregation you adore is pushing me away. I'm not a kid no more, so understand this please: this hear to heart is a reprise, I'll sing you every word but I won't fight you… "Look at this awesome town man" I'm tryna decide, I'm tryna decide. You begged me to climb down. You screamed we were surrounded. "Look at this awesome town man." I'm so bewildered by these candid fits I get, these cries of your abandonment that attest to your state I'm not a kid no more, so understand this please: our faults are never guarantees, its wrong to think that way. I won't fight you…

Teenage Cool Kids - I grabbed this demo out of the pile because the art caught my eye and after listening to it I like the music even more than the rad art! This band's fucking great. It's as if a band like THE PROMISE RING had its demo dug up and released. There's even a song midway through side B that reminds me of a vocal part on a BELLE AND SEBASTION song. More kids need to play lo-fi pop. (Eric)