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City: San Francisco
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/4/2006

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Friday, February 13, 2009 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Life
So we've been busy. Writing new material (which we will be debuting at our next show at Red Devil Lounge March 6th), getting ready to record in April with Jamie McMann at Fat Mike's MOTOR Studios here in sunny San Francisco. We're planning on cranking out a 4-song EP of all-new never before heard material... so keep 'em peeled. We also, as you can see, have a very full show schedule coming up in March, with a whopping 5 shows and only one of them being in our hometown. L.A. kids, come check us out at Slidebar in Fullerton March 20 and The Knitting Factory in L.A. March 21 (this is a headlining gig and it IS all-ages!!!).

Come see us, hear the new shit, and go CRAAAAZZZZYYYY!!!!!


Wednesday, October 08, 2008 

To everyone who loves us, and everyone we love,

 

It is with heavy heart and heavy hand that we have to announce this, but Ben Corey will be parting ways with Perfect Machines come late January. He will be moving to Europe (lucky bastard), and while we'll miss him greatly, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. We would like to also announce we will begin the search for a new guitar player immediately, so that we will be able to fill the void he's leaving with someone equally as talented and driven for this band. If you would like to audition, please send an email to perfectmachines@gmail.com.

 

Thank You,

 

Sam, Adam, and Johnny

Thursday, September 11, 2008 
For us here in San Francisco, as the foggy and fickle Summer weather days step aside for the equally foggy and fickle days of San Francisco Fall, Perfect Machines is packing on the pounds to power through the foggy, fickle and wet days of San Francisco Winter.  We are seeing a boost in the number and quality of shows we are playing.  Bigger bands are hearing the name "Perfect Machines" and are looking in our direction.  We have gotten a propper practice space at Sound Wave Studios in Oakland where we can really focus on writing new songs and becoming a stronger band.  We are also in the midst of expanding beyond our San Francisco safety blanket and playing shows in far of cities that require us to contribute vast sums of money to greedy American oil companies(until our tour van runs on a combination of wind, solar and the power of sweet sweet riffage, this is an expense that we will have to swallow.  It is a hit that weighs as heavily on our conscience as it does on our wallet).  Fall is turning out to be the Spring of Perfect Machines.  While this part of the world turns inward and dies, Perfect Machines is experiencing a rebirth and a momentum that cannot be stopped.

If you want to witness this powerful surge of energy that will power us all through the dark cold winter, you are in luck.  We have three more shows this month:

Sept. 14th:  Fat City with Live Evil(showcase after Point Break Live)

Sept. 18th:  111 Mina with Inferno Of Joy, & Sassy

Sept. 26th:  Slims with The HorrorPops


Long live Perfect Machines.

-Sam


p.s. vote Obama
Wednesday, January 23, 2008 

Our album got a review!

and it's GOOD!


Perfect Machines release much anticipated first album

 

Rock band Perfect Machines will debut their self-titled album, "Perfect Machines" on January 10th 2008 at the Minna Gallery in San Francicso.   Led by guitarist and vocalist Sam Chase, Perfect Machines combines the rift-driven angst of traditional punk with the multi-layered rhythms of modern metal.    The band also includes Benjamin Corey on vocals and guitar, Johnny Evil on bass, and Adam Gooseff on drums.

 

From their first track, "Martyr," to their eighth and final song, "All your childhood pets are dead," Perfect Machines creates a relentless sound of throaty vocals, alternating guitar, and aggressive drumming.   At no point during the album is the listener handed a shameless, ballad styled reprieve until the next marketable "hit" comes along.  Each song is full of emotional turmoil that provocatively thrashes about, as if in a perpetual search for a semblance of meaningful musical narrative.   Take for example, the following lyrics from "In the name of Progress": "What did you expect from this room full of angry people, a sympathetic shoulder, and the creation of egalitarian worlds?"   Chase shouts and screams a myriad of frustrations about the confines of modern living to the obvious, historical failures of past visionaries as illustrated in "1401": "There's no blockade to stop the stars from seeing us for what we are: Just a million selfish thoughts, and nightmares we could not forget."

 

Thought provoking lyrics aside, the musicianship of the band is equally impressive.  "Two shits to the future" begins with a Led Zeppelin-oriented guitar intro and segues effortlessly into a fast paced Metallica-inspired refrain that leads to soaring call and response vocals.   In contrast, and as a testament to the stylistic range of Perfect Machines, the album's fifth track, "Pocahontas," is a playful throwback to the era of ska-punk momentarily popularized during the mid 1990s.

 

Perfect Machines' first album is an unabashed and defiant mixture of punk, ska, rock, and metal against searing, confrontational lyrics.   Clearly, the boundaries of punk rock are pushed to its limits, and no doubt, so long as Perfect Machines participate in its movement, the genre has plenty of room to maneuver.  

 

Kristian Markus


Kristian Markus is a writer for many different publications around the LA area.  For more of his writings you can visit his political satire blog at: www.farcethenation.blogspot.com

Wednesday, January 23, 2008 
This video was made for us by the fine people at F Labels using footage from the Slims and Bottom of the Hill shows. We love it, we love them, we love you.

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Saturday, June 23, 2007 
For all of you who for some reason or other can't pull up the lyrics:

"In the Name of Progress..."

We buried our ideals
We suppressed them in the name of progress
running programs of decay
and faking meaning to this emptiness

And is it worth the cost
for the shit we think we need
for our fragile little lives
and our perfect fucking dreams
why do we get up in the morning
when all we want to do is sleep
and why the hell do we look so different
if we're all Perfect Machines.

Someday I'd like to sit
with the people on the fringe
beyond the pain, beyond the guilt
beyond the shame.
We'd all be blown away
by all the things you do and say
and we'd laugh and raise a glass
and we would sing...
tonight we drink to the world.

What did you expect
from this room full of angry people
a sympathetic shoulder,
and the creation of egalitarian worlds?
this is the dawn of a new age
of shattered hopes and shattered dreams
the wind won't shift the storm won't break
there is no hope for lasting change.

If I had time to think
I think I'd try to find
why we try so hard to separate
from the collective mind
it may be romantic thoughts
about our place within this world
that our shitty little lives
are part of one big shitty whole.


Someday I'd like to sit
with the people on the fringe
beyond the pain, beyond the guilt
beyond the shame.
We'd all be blown away
by all the things you do and say
and we'd laugh and raise a glass
and we would sing...
tonight we drink to the world.

Tonight we drink
to these cities and these streets
this shit society
these fragile little lives
and our perfect fucking dreams
to every waking hour
that we don't spend on our knees
and to every single one of you
who did not give up on me.

"Surgical Tape and Tourniquets"

This is such a bloody mess
surgical tape and tourniquets
tight enough to suffocate
the blood within my veins
to remove this crushing weight
a strength I could not anticipate
a battery of blood and hate
is banging down my door
struggling to stand
I am pushed to my feet
with a million behind
giving me energy

By ourselves
left in the holes where we fell
who here among you
will die when your told to
with blind faith
in search of the light

My blood might as well be gasoline
my body just a cog in the war machine
living like a bullet in a magazine
is a fact of life not a tragedy
eye to eye with the enemy
I can't help but recall a distant memory
the man that's standing there in front of me is me.
My final thought
as my life quickly fades
is what is this life
that we're dieing to save?

By ourselves
left in the holes where we fell
who here among you
will die when your told to
a blind faith
in search of the light

(harmonized guitar solo 'till you die)

I can see it raining down,
it's burning in my lungs
a bright hot dirty cloud
brought to swallow me whole
how was it before
this unending war
I'm not a soldier
I'm a man still standing.

"Hey Pocahontas (this war is upon us)"

Bullet holes, giving blood
amputees on their knees
in the mud behind the red
a bullet waits another bleeds
Bang Bang!
hit the floor
tortured for another's war
this is not the first time
and it's not the last

This war is upon us,
both sides are dishonest
general interest
is what they want to hear
hear what they say
see what they do
you'd be surprised at what they're telling you.
I'm not gonna walk that line, you don't own my life
You're not my father this is not your fight
Get out of my way no need to explain
this is my freedom and it's not okay
you can give all our names to the CIA
but we can't let them get their way

Another mind, another hand,
another choice just killed a man
he may have lived his soul is dead
trapped inside another time
One More! casualty
is forgotten easily
this is not the first time and it's not the last.


This war is upon us,
both sides are dishonest
general interest
is what they want to hear
hear what they say
see what they do
you'd be surprised at what they're telling you.
I'm not gonna walk that line, you don't own my life
You're not my father this is not your fight
Get out of my way no need to explain
this is my freedom and it's not okay
you can give all our names to the CIA
but we can't let them get their way

"All Your Childhood Pets are Dead"
It'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.

Don't move, there's something behind you
a force of nature is pulling to a point of no return
two eyes, of abnormal size have been burning a hole in my brain

I feel the change, my eyes are open wide so I can capture everything
I'd turn and I'd run but I'm frozen in rage
I don't want to see but I can't look away

It's a hard road to follow,
it'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.

Is this my fate
drowning in the excess
barely alive
but borne into an early grave
just a wrench in the gears
dead wind in your sails
it's all the same.

To feel the change
after all we tried to save our lives will never be the same.
it's a brave new world on this broken landscape.
but where will we go if we don't have the strength

It's a hard road to follow,
it'll be a cold day in hell
when we all feel the same
so let the bridges we built
go up in flames.

Fall in line and sing together
waste away our lives with pleasure
sounds okay,
whaddaya say?
everything is fucked up anyway
let's rewrite all our history
go out in a blaze of glory.
fists held high and voices raised
we've got one last chance to turn away
or one last chance to change.



Thursday, June 21, 2007 

Category: Music
    Hey there sports fans... Perfect Machines here, coming to you live from the beautiful city of Ben Lomand, sitting in the Compound, working on mixing the upcoming album, and quickly becoming numb to how good or bad it sounds--enter myspace.
    This seems like as good a time as any to update you all on the progress we're making, which is considerable. All the instruments and vocals are done and we've settled into the arduous and repetitive task of mixing this bitch to perfection (and consequently have been listening to the same 3 songs on repeat for the last seven hours--although we did take one hotdog break). So far everything is sounding incredible, and if I get my way we'll post some of the rough mixes for all of you in myspace land to feast your little malnurished ears on... damn this is exciting.
    As everything falls into place I don't think that there's a single one of us who can honestly say that this album isn't exceeding all of our wildest expectations. Joe Clements, or engineer, is working like a man possessed to make the record ooze excellence from every wavelength. Sam and I have been frying our minds with booze in order to simulate the perspective of our generally inebriated fanbase, to great success... because we now have a healthy buzz going and the music just keeps getting better. But seriously...

...all is right, and all is well...

Until next time...

-Benjamin Corey
Friday, January 05, 2007 
This one's for you:

Woke up this morning in a daze,
my nights all blend together
but fresh cuts and bruises tell me otherwise
self destruction is our means,
fucking friends just for kicks
and drinking more than we can take.

lay back ignore the headache
ignore the haze, enjoy the rush,
hungover's just another altered state.
I'm sober just in time to drink
and my nights all blend together
'cause black's my favorite colour.

Woke up this morning in a daze,
nine shots and I'm all better
drunk in bed until at I'm at The Red again.
I've got better things to do than be awake
but I'm in a bar at eight
and a few more more drinks will take me thought the night.


... if it doesn't rhyme, you're not reading it right (hah!).

and a word to the wise: Evan Williams may cause night vision.

-Benjamin
Monday, December 11, 2006 

Current mood:  accomplished
We're always looking to hear what you have to say about us, critques and all are welcome, send us something we like and we'll put it up here. Perticularly if you work for a local radio station or music mag, website, whatever; hit us up for an interview, and we'd be happy to do it. We're currently working on manufacturing press kits, and we need a solid fan response. Tell us what bands we sound like on our recordings, decribe the good and bad of our music, hit us up as at a show and review our live sound... yes!

Here's a small collection of what people in the past have had to say, we'll update this list as we go...

"We were struck by the sound of (and guts behind) the uncommon pairing of punky in-your-face vocals with relatively gentle acoustics[sic]. And we dug how the overlapping and alternating vocals swung us between lyrics, which
are extremely fresh & imaginative & precise (e.g., "I move like electricity / and guide myself instinctively"). We also liked how the vocals become significantly more in-your-face & sloppy toward the end, giving the corresponding lyrics like "the only honest thing I see / is the pavement at my feet" more depth & believability."
- F Labels. San Francisco

"MORE ROCK THAN A FAULTLINE. THE SAN ANDREAS IS SHIT, PERFECT MACHINES WILL CAUSE THE BIG CALIFORNIA EARTHQUAKE! THE SOUNDTRACK TO SLAYING GASH, DEVOURING VIRGINS* AND VICIOUSLY PLAYING AIR GUITAR! PERFECT MACHINES GOT GIRTH!"
-Ragnor Fucking Ragnor

This band is indeed a perfect machine. The inventor? ROCK! The engineer? ROLL! The assembly line is the audience who works with dilligence towards the goal of puting out a superior way of getting down. Together, under a new labor contract, the partnership between the foreman that is this band and the workers that are the fans is a solid one. Truly, this machine needs no oil. It is already lubricated. It is already lubricated well**. The gears are in full force and they do not appear to be slowing down. Nay, this band is to continue, continue on building new and better things for our entire nation.
-Joseph from Myspace

Its obvious that these young lads are intelligent, educated fools. Perfect Machines blend ragged spirited punk with thrashy metal into a Perfect Mix. The warm boil of guitars replace the showiness of stadium cock rock with the intimacy of skillful banjo pickers wailing away at their maladies on a hot muggy porch crumbling beneath them. Kudos.
-Sumit



Much Love,
-Perfect Machines

*parenthetical note: perfect machines do not condone devouring virgins, unless advance consent is obtained... we are, however, pro-earthquake. As part of a coastal beautification process we believe that all the major cities should probaly just sink.

**parenthetical note number two: sometimes even perfect machines can use a little lube... just saying.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006 

Category: Music

Ten thousand plays!
    I feel like we've just reached some sort of benchmark which officiates us as a certifiable, card carrying, myspace band... and it's nothing but the fast track to rockstardom from here on out!! Well, that's how I feel until I pop on over to AFI's page and those suckers have like 40,000 plays today and it's just hitting primetime.
    Regardless, for an indie band trying to make this work, and from a DIY standpoint, and just starting to hit our creative stride, and considering all the other mitigating factors... I don't really know where I'm going with this.
    What I mean to say is, we're working hard, and I'm glad that all of you anonymous faces out there in myspace land, and all of our friends, are showing your appreciation.
    Keep on listening, keep on sending us affirming little messages and comments, add our songs to your page, put us in your top friends (if you're feeling particularly risqué, add a little banner to your page), play the songs for whoever will listen...
    Above all, keep spreading the word!

-Benjamin