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Tuesday, September 15, 2009 

Category: Art and Photography
In mid-October (dates TBA soon), the Middlesex County College theater group will be presenting a stage play based on the book 'A Clockwork Orange.'

The music of Fun Machine will be featured in this play in the form of selected pieces by Beethoven.

Stay tuned for details, updates will happen soonly.

You can also contact the college for info as well as Raconteur Books located in downtown Metuchen on Main St.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009 
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009 

Does anybody read these blogs? No? Well, this will be the last one then no more blog, I will save my fingers for the keyboard. Anyway, for the one person who might read it, below is a review of our new album 'Sonnenhuhn.'

 

By Assaf Vestin

New Jersey based band that seem to not take life too seriously, or at least with much humour. This is also evident in their music, but listen carefully to realize how much effort, work and emotion has been put into it.

Crazy to a certain extent, Fun Machine "produces" music which is, well… fun!
Diverse in their output, this band plays dynamic and upbeat music, quite uplifting in its mood, filled with intricacies, small quirkiness and with changes as the songs go on.
There is a sense of humour in their music, as well as a driving force that keeps the music's fast pace and changes as the tracks move on. In the noisy fast parts I started thinking of The Cardiacs; not to say they have the same sound (though it may serve as a minor reference) but in the spirit of the music, in its intensity. I was also reminded of Make A Rising and their special brand of avant-rock mingled with pop elements and Shining's and The Mars Volta's super intense and noisy music.

Fun Machine's music is accessible and catchy. It sounds familiar and yet new and refreshing. It is well played, cleverly composed and a delight to listen to. It is the little intricacies in the songs that add a special flavour to them, make them even more appealing than their basic ideas. Also, the effective interplay of guitar and keyboards, the effects that each one does, provides a wide range of sounds and evoke many different emotions – from aggressive to nostalgic, from sensual to appeasing to sleepy. The sound is very coherent and tight; the complex parts are meticulously done and are a delight to listen to. They do not, however, only focus on making complex and intricate music, but on beautiful and attractive and memorable melodies. Their music writing is very successful in this sense. This is what caught me from first listen, despite the complexity of the songs and the lengths of some. The magic is achieved by efficiently combining those two attributes in their music.

A highly enjoyable album, refreshing and familiar at the same time (at least to me); Recommended, particularly if you like any of the band's mentioned above and also if you like quirky and hyper active complex rock.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 

Blok People

Out on the highway ahead, statues old and dead, to the exit of the road, past it fast we go,

To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

In those northern lands, chaotic suburbians, fire breathing creatures, scattered street sweepers,

To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

 

They're coming to find you, and you can't hide,

They're going to hunt you down, until you die.

 Friends I do not know, feeling the fearing grow, the witches' touch awakes jaundiced fevered shakes,

To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

Hiding out on the porch, hidden images moving close, I fear that it's all too late, one touch seals my fate,

To the bridge away, out of here and now, seventy storey bridge, ninety degrees up and down,

 Starting to shake now, all at the sunrise, I'm starting to wake now, into my life…

 Liquid Pants

Oh, trigonometry, please calculate for me
The steep slope frustration, of opposite adjacent angles
Your fear has ceased to be, tell me what this means
The jungle is on fire from chemical sources higher
Gears are pumping steam of electricity
Embrace the acidic scrub
We are here to wipe your fucking eyes!

The time has come again, to wash your soul again

Salt mined a care or two
Hellholes evaded me
Until you dropped the bomb, stopped the song
moved along and now you're gone

And the trees are breaking, suns exploding…
Invading the silence even at depth urgency.
There's no peace here
floating on your death threads
stripped me from my soothe seas
sunken from my old sun bed

Lost in Glasgow

Night closes its heavy doors to the pissed up crowded masses,

They are all searching for their phoenix in the ashes

Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside

This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide…

Merging with the concrete flesh, observing all that passes

Women's tongues lock the gate, and I can't find my…

Way out of here, I've become my fear…

Itch scratch, itch scratch, the plan is hatched

A reebo-so-may-ko-chay

Darkness is my way to move, dispatched into this maelstrom

Staggered up the neon glow where my mindless eyes reside

This city grants a faceless space with nowhere to hide…

Sauchiehall, one more down, spiraled in your madness

This city lingers in my skin and I can't find my…

Way out of here, I've become my fear.

Blok 1

Stagnation all around
Stagnation in your sound
We just want to move away your bloks!
Stagnation all around
Stagnation in your sound
We just want to show you all you've lost!

The plunge is never what it seems
the lion's head breathes worth
Cross the pit's illusion
to the majesty unearthed


Factories of broken dreams
producing sanity
Hold your breath's hand tightly
into unreality


Count reverse from 1 two 3
We won't be leaving soon
so enjoy the tranquil madness
of the gibberish balloon

Achilles made his final plea
Narcissus is in bloom
Still the salamander laxes
in the crescent of the moon

Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising
Bloks on the horizon are rising overhead!!

Were you there when the cubes converged?
And did you see that shape emerge?
Far beneath the sun forms Blok 1!!!

Flaking Reality

The salamander underneath the calendar,

Stocks up with coffee and tea, waits with me on today

He licks the quarter off the ground as he spins himself a hat

He's clever shy I don't know why but the world is going flat

The elevator, our idol we all savor,

I'll save her from top of the tree wait for me, by the way,

Look inside and may you find the interstellic track

I wonder why from in my mind, logic do I lack

Family Vapor

The twin torches, a beacon of fear, clearly realizing you are no longer safe here.

They despise you over several seas, now you're out in the car and into the streets,

Early morning rush arrives, and there's a new spark of terror in your eyes,

Out to the Turnpike, headed north, scattered images fill your mind,

As you look to the left, towards the airport, and wonder about the things they'll find,

Caffeine fuels the job you've laid ahead, so you can pound out the payments on the thin ice over the dead,

Wearing your knuckles thin till it breaks the bone, losing everything you know just to get home

You know you're just a casualty of paranoid society products of we and TV, where exists peaces?

Nowhere at all nowhere at all, nowhere

Loss of self is just a sign of the times, where you're running behind, running blind, nowhere to hide,

You work all day and you sleep the rest, now the man on the corner has a bomb on his chest,

Rain falls hard on the highway cold, you know his face is wrinkled and his tar is old,

Walk in the door and look at the bed (sneaking through the backyard, slow)

Finally some time to rest your head (his is big, your trusted friend)

Thinking about the things you've done, taking them from you and everyone, the night has come

Our place to relax is under attack, a way of life has been laid to rest, what will you mother fuckers think of next,

JET FLASH SMASH CRASH BREAK INTO THE HOUSE OF THE FUTURE

You're casualties of paranoid society, products of we and TV, where exists peace?

Nowhere at all, nowhere at all, nowhere…

I'm losing mind my mind's losing it, and the only way out is through those stars

The kids are growing up, not knowing who they are…

Welcome home Mr. Gentleman, tardiness marked on your cold plate again,

The wife is waiting; kids are playing, sit in slumber to the hum of the TV…

Seceding seas mark me, unlike your dreams, there's no tunnel to escape over the rivers and cities,

And still the calm refrain, the silent roar supplements the void inside your brain, again, the pain.

Lights seen flashing and the walls come alive, yet I'm too afraid to even shut my eyes,

Monsters of oblivion gathering in around me…

Sons of the SUV learning geometry in shopping malls, to do nothing…

The scum of the universe comprised of a parking lot…

The walls' alive and they're closing in…the walls' alive and they're closing in around me…

Seven dollars just to buy me some freedom.

HEY! YOU! GET OUTTA HERE!

Go to Walgreens, there you'll find things, there at Walgreen's, there you'll find things…

Three of the cee's, three of the cee's…

Three of the cee's but there's sixteen of three cee's , there's sixteen of three cee's,

There's three cee's of sixteen, the red pills are washing down, you're washing down the cee's,

You're washing them down, with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down sixteen three cee's with lemon-lime carbonation, you're washing down the cee's

Your body is shaking, thoughts are quaking all around, pretty soon the lights turn red,

You fall down hard and then you're dead, your heart beats fast and you don't know why,

As you float through the floor into the sky, you need your feet no longer here…and,

As you float down as you're shaking, above the floor as you're quaking,

You are sinking; nothing can save you from your own devices….

Here it comes…

Slowly above my head, gathering moonbeams from white to red,

See the ticker slowly moving across the screen the water's churning,

Birds of prey have made their way from outer space down to today,

I'll finally know now what it's like to cross the deep dark crevice of eternity…

Morph from flesh to vapor,

The fire wall is moving close, they're going to finally make their payment,

Turn our city to a ghost…

You'll never take it away, you'll never take it away from me…

Ropeswing

An escape, from sensible reality, from life, from love, and family

Docile Mecca, isolated sanctuary, transpose the thoughts of apathy…

Trusting the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please

Set a scene, resting from the urban machine, amongst the river and growing green

Separate, from taste and touch and sound and see, flake from the thoughts of reality…

Trusting the trees, thrill of danger on the winter breeze, guaranteed to please

And soon, you'll see the rope break eventually…

The green trees around me, the sound flees, the ground breathes, in soothe seas I found peace…

Magic Kingdom's burning down, move along to higher ground…

Move along to pave your way, living life for just one day…

One day those seas are soon to side, free tickets for the wheelchair ride…

 

 

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 

Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Album: Fun Machine - Sonnenhuhn
 

Album: Sonnenhuhn (That's German for "Sun Chicken"!)
BNS Sessions, 2008
Rating: ****** (6/10)

I'm slowly catching up with my reviews, but I'm still a little behind - this album was released digitally yesterday. It's not officially released on disc until January 6, though (or thereabouts - I'm not 100% certain on the date).

I already raved about my new-found love for Fun Machine earlier this month, and I was excited to hear and write about the album. But it proved a challenging task.

The tricky thing about Sonnenhuhn is that my reaction is strongly mixed. On the one hand, I'm in love. The entire record is overflowing with creativity. In fact, it doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard, and yet it totally rocks. Looking up close, there's not much I don't like - melodramtic, cheesy keyboard parts (trust me, it's a good thing here), odd, assymetrical rhythms, startling bursts of sound, tense beats, forays out of the key signature, it all works.

That the band can perform such complex, fast, syncopated pieces is astounding in itself. It's hard to actually describe the sound, but think Pink Floyd meets Queen in the year 2500 and makes robot party versions of Broadway showtunes. It's a bit like Dismemberment Plan, a bit like the Talking Heads, a bit like the Flaming Lips. Progressive psychedelic pop? Maybe?

Yes, this all sounds delicious, but when I step back to look at the big picture, it starts to fall apart. The album is a rather sophomoric effort in many ways, mostly because the band doesn't seem to know how to edit or meld their ideas into cohesive statements. Each track isn't a song, it's just a series of lose inspirations stuck together, like a stream-of-consciousness essay. The album is sprawling, and on neither a song level nor album level does the music move forward or build on itself. Specifically, I'm pretty sure you could easily take apart the phrases, rearrange them completely and have approximately the same result. In fact, I suspect the album might improve if you just put in three times as many track breaks and split up the longer songs into two or three minute segments. As it is, it's jumbled and incoherrent and doesn't reveal any larger-scale vision than "hey, this would sound cool!"

But this is still an interesting album and worth getting familiar with. Why? Because each member of this band is clearly brilliant, and I'll bet actual money they'll each go on to do great things in music, either individually or very probably, and hopefully, as Fun Machine. This band is onto something very good - their originality is outstanding and their chops are nothing to sneeze at. If their sound matures with time, they have the potential to be one of the most interesting bands of our time. (Seriously!) One day, we may look back on Sonnenhuhn and see the first glimmer of greatness. Let's hope!

http://radioflyerreview. blogspot. com/2008/11/album-fun-machine-sonnenhuhn. html

Wednesday, November 19, 2008 
 

A review from the Sunday Experience (UK)...

Fun Machine

Sonnenhuhn

BNS

Released on the same label as that frankly superb Werewolves 'ES' double pack single from earlier this year which all deserving homes of drop dead cool records should own (word has it the follow up is due shortly - we are clearing the decks in anticipation of its arrival) now comes this rather smart though admittedly deranged and all over the shop (we're assuming) debut full length from New Jersey quartet Fun Machine.

An absolute gem of a record if that is your idea of turntable entertainment happens to consists of a 40 plus minute spectacle wherein every worthwhile pop manoeuvre of say the last forty years along with the addition of several kitchen sinks is shoehorned into the finite and hotly wired grooves that harness these 8 rollicking treats. Mental stuff indeed, Fun Machine audaciously eschew the application of notional time signatures (instead rather than form any defined structure they stutter, trip and belch at a frenzied pace) in favour of ruffling your fringe with their channelling of deeply unhinged and at times worryingly unsettling fractured and fragmented pop apparitions through their bent out of shape and oddly out of focus kaleidoscopic viewfinder. Hotwiring a myriad of styles but essentially never veering far from the core elements of prog, English psyche (none more so than on the magic mushroom munching 'flaking reality' which at times had us recalling both the Eskimos and Murmurs of Irma) and wilfully erratic angular art pop motifs from out of which they furiously apply and administer onto a canvas backdrop that reveals a schizoid aural action painting, Fun Machine have perhaps carved a weird and wonky blueprint that in another life might have been what Animal Collective would have sounded like had they opted to discover and obsess over Van der Graaf Generator, King Crimson and Henry Cow (best experienced on the intricate and insane 'lost in Glasgow') rather than the Beach Boys

Strangely enough when played through I-tunes this album comes up titled 'Mike' which we must admit kind of suits it, as billed previously features 8 cuts reference points in the main identifying with close proximity to the Cardiacs (especially on the frankly barking and wig flipped crookedness of 'liquid pants'), early career Sparks, Fonda 500 and the currently missing in action Zea (with the obvious side serving of the prog / art pop pioneers mentioned above), skewiff collages are the name of the game, sometimes macabre, sometimes frenetic and frantic and often demented with each track seemingly going off road with such mischievous abandon that on more occasions than I care to count I've been inclined or better still obliged to check the track listing to make sure one cut hasn't finished and another has started. No other way to describe it other than to refer to it as a wired carnival of vividly glazed lysergic tipped colour.

Those of you pre-disposed to rifling through record racks and demanding a sneak peak listen of the opening track in order to gauge an albums worth - don't worry you're not alone in this bizarre selection process - may well consider this album to be one to pass up unless of course you're fairly at home with listening to what sounds like a howling breeze, footsteps and kitchen of a restaurant doing vaguely unseemly things with (we hope it's a mixer) a drill (as on 'sun chicken') - the concerns are sharpened of their focus by the opening segments of 'blok people' which for the first forty or so seconds sounds like some manic industrial sound collage conceived for a surreal filmic face off between Chaplin's 'modern life' and Dahl's 'Willy Wonka' while things get more puzzling when the clockwork mechanics dissipate only to get replaced by shards of mind wiring celestially regaling bliss fuelled droning feedback skree which eventually morphs at 2.30 into a truly out there punishing frenzied jagged art / math grooved routine spiked by dizzyingly druggy vibes and silky shades of subtle lounge dialects

All said and done it's the 15 minute centrepiece that is the operatic day-glo odyssey 'family vapor' that steals the show, a terra forming mind warping colossus inspired in equal parts by Barrett Floyd, the Pretty Things c. 'S F Sorrow' (though if its pure un-diluted 'SF Sorrow' groove we suggest you locate the spontaneously combustible 'blok 1') and White Noise and features within its warping mindset moments of uneasy listening, hallucinogenic mirages, psychotically pickled pop psychedelics, a quick pared and finitely distilled one stop shop to everything you needed to know about Elephant 6 Collective, West Coast breezes, West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, plenty of prog noodling, dream sequences wherein its almost as though Mirror Mirror are shimmying up to a seriously shit faced Bowie and that's just the tip of it - really is a bizarrely beautiful moment of fractured and fried folly that demands to be heard though we would suggest the sparking up of a funny fag or three in order to soften the senses.

Rest assured no one of earth sounds quite like Fun Machine, they occupy a hermetically sealed weird world obscured from us lesser mortals to which 'Sonnenhuhn' is an audaciously perfectly imperfect peak - essential ear gear.

www.bnssessions.com

Key tracks -

Family vapor

Blok 1

Rope swing

 

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A show review from Radio Flyer Review (NYC)...

Fun Machine


Fun Machine - I am not sure how this band has flown under my radar for so long. I guess I just had them mixed up with other bands that have "fun" or "machine" in their names. But that's a shame because this band is awesome! They took two easy shortcuts to my heart - dividing lead vocal duties and changing time signatures often - but I think I would have fallen in love even without that. Their songs are incredibly carefully crafted, true multi-part compositions, but they almost never lost their pop appeal or failed to hold my interest (and my attention span is not really generous by any reckoning). The band performed amazingly tightly given the rhythmic and compositional complexity of the music. And like all the bands of the night, they were fun to watch too! This band is immediately jumping to my short list of NYC favorites.

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Monday, April 07, 2008