Ghostwoman and Moving Forward are up! 

SOOO we are being featured in the January 2010 issue of alternative press under the unsigned bands AP&R section! Its online already so go check it out! tell people to check it out! 

Hey yall its been a while since we have posted anything. 

Alrighty so to start off the WE ARE ALL DEAD release weekend was amazing thanks to everyone who came out supported and got rowdy with us.

If you hadn't heard already the Houston show was Tim's last show. He told us that he wants to play different music and there is no ill will towards him at all we all wish him the best in his musical quest.

having said all this, now i would like to say that new music is on the horizon and us remaining five of us are focused on cranking out some sweet jamz

chuck d

WE ARE ALL DEAD.

so here is the update.

may 29th is the cd release at stubbs bbq!!!!
its going to be the party of a lifetime so get ready.
but really get ready.

java jazz on the 30th!

so houston better be prepared too!

Did you read the blogs? Ha. Ok.

So scratch that last update. Here's the scoop. We're going into the studio March 12th-15th. We're going to be recording with Eric Wofford (google him) at Cacophony Recorders in East Austin. We're very excited. We'll drop four tracks. We'll have it in your hands as soon as possible.

We have a lot of shows coming up, and hope to be posting a few more soon. Dallas, we're coming soon, we promise.

Hope to see you all soon.

And yes, Rand is still screen printing.

love,

zlam dunk

So what are we doing you ask?

Well, we're waiting on the 13th to come around so we can get back to playing shows. We're also waiting to record our first real EP with Jim Vollentine (Spoon, ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead, Driver F) and it's coming soon, we promise.

We're also working on writing new songs, and working on a digital dance album, which will be done soon, and cheap.

Rand is still screen printing.

And we're rooting for the Spurs to win it all again.

Tell your friends. We're coming to visit you all soon. And if you haven't gotten the free download of our live EP, get on that. It's available at cdfuse.com/zlamdunk . Go there, buy a shirt for your mother.

perpetual love,
xoxoxox

the dunk

The Legend of Zlam (Director's Cut and Totally Unrated)

As the sands which fill history's hourglass are subjected by gravity to a fate of cascading downward throughout the seemingly inexhaustible march of time only to be forced to cascade yet again after the hour glass is flipped over and a new round of charades begins, there are moments where events collide to forever change the course of mankind's destiny on this spherical sun-orbiting rock known as "Earth" (or for those of you reading this from other planets: *that* spherical orbiting rock known as Earth). It is within the context of planet-shattering history altering events that a band, nay, a movement, later to be known sometime in the future of the past as Zlam Dunk, was born on a warm April, 2008 day in San Marcos, Texas.

This birth was figurative, at least in the sense that the two vaguely defined musical genres of "dance" and "punk" met and figuratively fell in love and figuratively had a baby and that figurative and slightly less vague baby-genre of music would become "Dunk" (first name, Zlam). Seven human beings of immense talent, determination, fortitude and pure guts (like the Nickelodeon kind, but more sentient) emerged figuratively, wrapped in a skill-laced placenta of rock, the kind of image that you just can't stop thinking about. The details of how the band actually started are shrouded in a bunch of mystery and crazy-obscure stuff like that. But, it was probably along the lines of someone saying "let's start a band that will be awesome", with everyone else in the room responding with something like "ok sure, I agree it'll probably be really awesome".

The band sequestered itself in its secret recording fortress right next to the town square at the Fire Station Recording Studio and quickly penned its first songs: Feet on Fire, Can't Stop and Ocean of '74* (See footnote). Fortunately, the band members were able to draw upon a wealth of personal experiences as inspiration for their songwriting. For example, Rand once spent a year working as an existential marine archeological detective studying ghost shipwrecks in the South Bay of Miami**, while engaging in the city's well known vice on the streets at night. While there, he also spread his time around on different hobbies: creating robots with artificial intelligence and struggling to then suppress the desires of his robot children to enslave the minds of humans around them, writing novels on fighting zombies and time travel involving modified plutonium fueled 1980's sports cars, talking endlessly about his days as a hot-shot military fighter pilot, writing a doctoral dissertation on the life of a young George Washington (he also wrote a Masters thesis on the spread of the Bubonic Plague by rats), amateur boxing and dancing…a lot. So really, the songs are all based on Rand's life of being the kind of off the cuff, take no prisoners renegade that everyone both admires and fears.

Zlam Dunk quickly found an audience among the beautiful, intelligent and all-around gnarly and awesome people of San Marcos and the greater Austin-San Marcos area. They were quickly hoisted into local prominence. Their first inaugural hoist-attempt was a house show was played in a friend's apartment. Days later they zlammed the competition in a battle of the bands at Texas State University…and earned the right to open for Paul Wall at the 2008 Riverfest in San Marcos the next week. Unfortunately, they were not provided with free grillz for the show, nor did they succumb to the enormous internal and external pressure to transform into a reinvented rap group. The band had been in existence for almost a month, but they still respected their roots and the fans whose support that had allowed them to get so far over the weeks.

In the long weeks and months that followed. Zlam Dunk continued to build their fanbase while completely owning in every battle of the bands event that allowed them to enter and inevitably destroy any semblance of competition. They played another house show with was quickly met with a strong police presence (the "everyone go home" kind, not the "don't tase me bro" kind, fortunately), because they played so hard that they violated noise-ordinance laws in San Marcos and several surrounding suburbs (take that Ben Folds). Zlam later made a splash in the shark tank that is the Austin music scene (good thing Austin really isn't a shark tank in reality, because we all couldn't breathe and would probably get eaten by sharks at some point) with a victorious triumphant championship victory win in the finals round of a region-wide battle of the bands at the Red Eyed Fly in Austin back in July…which prompted a U.N. resolution renaming the month "Zuly" in their honor (I made this up, but you can pretend it happened if you want to). Unlike the Los Angeles Lakers***, Zlam Dunk was able to win in the finals. They are also suddenly BBFF's (Band BFF's) with Driver F (BBFF's with DF) after playing just one show together…on Jupiter (please don't tell NASA about this).

Growing up, we were all taught that there are three phases of matter: Solids, liquids, and gasses. But now, a fourth has emerged and soon will be known by all as Zlam Dunk (a.k.a. "the fourth phase of matter"). Zlam is not just a phase, it is a legendary symbol of permanence that will exist throughout eternity, or at least until one of them gets married and that member decides to leave the band to "spend time with his new family" and focus on raising the numerous musically talented kids that they will probably have.

Lately, Zlam Dunk has returned their hidden fortress inside Enchanted Rock (please don't tell the Texas Parks Service about this, it'll ruin stuff) to record their debut full-length album, yet to be named. It'll include songs that they wrote and play at their live shows and will hopefully be finished in by the end of 2008, providing that a giant meteor doesn't target Earth…requiring Elijah Wood to save the planet…again. In the meantime, the band plans to continue playing shows locally until the record is finished. The band expects to tour more regionally over the next year, with plans to tour Australia in 2009 if someone gives them a lot of money, plane tickets and if Brett's fear of the reverse Coriolis Effect doesn't get the best of him.

Footnotez:

* Ocean of 74 was originally going to be about the game show "Family Feud", but the topic changed after everyone in the studio realized that they didn't know anything about the show and were like "Are you serious? Why are we writing a song about this?"

**Rand is one at least 5 people in Zlam Dunk that has never set foot in Miami. He is also among the 7 members of a band known as "Zlam Dunk" which wrote a song about Miami.

*** The Lakers only won the West in 2008 because the San Antonio Spurs have probably sworn a secret oath to reject any idea of winning championships in even numbered years.

--Jordan Stewart, official zlamographer and all around "good dude"

Feet on Fire

It's friday night and the floor is alive, the stage is set for me to arrive, take off my shirt and I lace up my shoes, tonight's the night that I can't lose!

And now it's time to leave it on the court (hey hey hey hey) Hey baby dancing is my best sport! And I do it OH SO well, but I'm sure that you could tell.

This is not my first, I'll make you move I'll make you mine, in a trance every time that I groove, skills like these they belong in the Louvre



-------------

Lil' George

Lil' George! Washington! Chopped down the cherry tree! Lil' George! Washington! Best president to be!

With that axe in his hand, chop the cherry tree down, nothing left, but a hole in the ground!

You know he's got, wooden teeth, and he's the king, of the street, He's got those teeth, made out of wood, He run streets, He owns this hood.

And with that axe, in his hand, shake that axe, like a man.


---------

Ocean of '74


Ohhhhhhh yeah!

The ship sailed in 74, the crew didn't know what was in store, how could they know about the squall, that soon would claim them all, families come and families go, the sea is hungry for their bones, dirty lives cannot be saved from underwater disco graves!

Hahahahaha

Doomed to dance at the bottom of the sea, doomed to dance for all eternity

Late one night, the sea felt calm, suddenly things went wrong, the hull was crushed the sails were torn by the gail of a mighty storm, in a moment the ship capsized, minutes later all had died, doomed to dance the ocean floor, the families of 74!

Mothers, brothers, sons and daughters...


-------------

Vice

Everything that I see, so finely made, these city lights, won't seem to fade, a never ending cycle of things in the past, one of these days these nights won't last.

And this SWEET SWEET CITY, streets paved with gold, and no more work, cause I've sold my soul, to the man that lives, on down this street, he's moving now to a different beat.

All these streets filled with crime, trust me baby, it's just a matter of time till the clock runs dry and you'll pay the price cause it's not what you dreamed in the city of vice.

And it goes like this...

One of these days these nights won't last...


----------


Scum

A sea of dead searching for heads the brain inside brings them to life, the living dead.

And we're being chased by an army of zombies, don't look back now they are getting closer, and when we turn to fight with our guns and knives they will all be torn to shreds!

Chainsaw ON! limbs all gone, now deceased we've killed the beast!

OH NO! They got us.

Uhh....uhhghghg.....uhhhghghg.....uhhhh.....uggghhh....


---------


Can't Stop

You know I always slam it out on the dance floor, so I never slam it behind my closed door, go on and put my two points up on the score board, because I never slam it against my headboard, so now you think that you can last long, yeah, you think that you can last for one more song, do you think that I could get you all to sing along!

I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT ZLAM DUNK

I can't stop dancing to this dance rock, I won't stop this beat is all I've got, I'll never stop dancing even if you're not cause I can't stop thinking about Zlam Dunk...

I'm sorry girl but that's the way it goes, I only lose myself at the dance shows, it's getting hot in my dance clothes but, this is the only place you'll ever see my face glow, I'm sorry girl you ought to know, I don't plan to lose lose lose control, if it's one thing that I know I've got the dance dance dance dance in my soul!

You think that you can match these two feet? You really think that you can match these energy? You think you can move better then me? You know what I guess we've got to see.

I can't stop thinking about Zlam Dunk!
I can't stop thinking about Zlam Dunk!
I can't stop thinking about Zlam Dunk!
I can't stop thinking about Zlam Dunk!