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A song off our latest EP "Degentrification." Three piece garage/skate punk stuff out of San Francisco.
A song off our current EP. Three piece garage punk stuff out of San Francisco.
Rough mix of a track from our upcoming EP. Three-piece garage punk stuff out of San Francisco.
Punky rocky kind of stuff from a new band with a terrible name. Recorded during rehearsal in a Tenderloin basement last month.
A fast song about hating your neighbors, from my sadly defunct HK punk band. I'm on the bass. Same session as this one.
A short fast terrible song about alternative modes of transportation. Based on the true story of a far-too-long night in Wan Chai.
A silly song about being a misfit in Hong Kong.
Starts out beefy, goes a little emo. Which is OK if you're into that sort of thing. Screaming and gnashing of teeth and whatnot.
A rehearsal mix of a rock and/or roll number by This Is Ammunition, recorded in a studio of sorts in Kwun Tong. Mirra on guitar, Joe on drums, Pete on vox, me on bass.
Drain the pools! Skate them all! A 30-second punkrock song.
Another chunky-riffed rock and/ or roll number by an as yet unnamed band. Recorded during rehearsal in a small room in Mong Kok with a single SM58.
A slightly Maiden-y rock and/ or roll number by an as yet unnamed band. Recorded during rehearsal in a small room in Mong Kok with a single mic. I'm on the bass.
Boisterous, jangly, synthy indie/ post-punk from The Ghost of Mankind. This is a rehearsal recording with a couple of cringe-inducing moments. This track, along with the previous two (1, 2), comprise an unreleased three-song EP tentatively titled Elegiac, almost recorded in summer 2003.
Another jangly new-wavey track from The Ghost of Mankind. Same session as the last one.
Jangly post-punk (indie? rock? whatever.) from The Ghost of Mankind. Me on the drums, ridiculously hungover and half a beat behind. From an unreleased EP recorded in a warehouse in Greenpoint in 2003.
A short, loud, brutish protest song, with a jazzy intro for some reason. Recorded in a basement in Williamsburg sometime last century. Me and the bassist trading yowls. Man alive, that was a fun band.