Prizzy Prizzy Please
What’s in a name? Don’t ask Prizzy Prizzy Please. In an age when it’s easy to get lost in the punctuation of infinite, hyphenated, sub-genres that seek to finely discriminate post-rock from post-punk, emo from screamo from emo-core, and so on from a capella to zouk, Prizzy Prizzy Please disputes these distinctions. Why put a label on things? To the boys of Prizzy Prizzy Please, good music speaks for itself.
Is Prizzy Prizzy Please Punk? Indie? Prog? Hair Metal? Indie-Hair-Prog-Metal? Do they make music to wear V-necks, oversized sunglasses, and Chuck Taylors to? We have no idea. And we don’t care. Prizzy Prizzy Please is a complete anomaly – a band of modest Midwestern jokers, shunning the use of an electric guitar to compose songs that seem to have as much in common with Van Halen as Devo, with TV on the Radio as much as T.V. off it (like the Discovery Channel), or with Parts and Labor as much as the E Street Band – so we admit that it’s hard to pin these guys down. They wouldn’t have it any other way.
Currently stationed in a Chicago basement, Prizzy Prizzy Please got their start in the basements of Bloomington, Indiana – releasing their debut recording with Let’s Pretend Records in 2007, and with Joyful Noise the PPPPPEP split 7" with Push-Pull in 2009, and the LP “Chroma Cannon” on April 20, 2010. Since their start, Prizzy Prizzy Please has built a name for themselves by touring across the US in a comfortably decomposing van, making their way forward with help from a network of independent show promoters, hard-working bands, and industrious and fun-loving dudes and dudettes who just love to rock. Prizzy Prizzy Please is real – with an authentic, unadulterated musical vision and a knack for producing some hyperactive hits. Enjoy them if you can!
Albums
13 songs
In an overzealous effort to make the best of unemployment, Prizzy Prizzy Please have gone plaid with Chroma Cannon. With a 30th century aesthetic, the album rockets through hyperactive hits that hope to imbue melodic noise punk (reminiscent of Parts and Labor, Lightning Bolt) with the spirit of fourth-quarter pump-up jams by Van Halen and the E Street Band.
Though Chroma Cannon prominently displays Prizzy Prizzy Please’s technical prowess, the songs are thematically fixated on science fantasy and thoughtful, unpretentious humor. The song “Pacific Garbage Patch” is a fictional first-person tale of a shopping bag surfing the waves to join the rest of his buddies in the Pacific Trash Vortex(1); and “Large Hadron Collider” is the story of ambitious Swiss(2) physicists who have an epiphanic encounter with a man from the future who warns them not to flush the Earth into a black hole.
Prizzy Prizzy Please, presently stationed in a Chicago basement, got their start in the basements of Bloomington, Indiana. Since 2007 they have been campaigning across the United States in a decomposing van, enthusiastically making their way through a network of unruly house shows and five-band bills where they are consistently odd men out.
Standing out has worked well for this heavy metal band of colorful eccentrics. They have no guitarist, no decent equipment, and are fronted by a timid alto saxophonist who howls like Bon Scott. Even so, time and time again, Prizzy Prizzy Please have won over wide-ranging audiences with their inexhaustible energy and manic showmanship.
