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Art Fin Interesting post-punk with sax that is rooted in but more accessible than their late-1970s "no wave" predecessors. It reminds me more of 80s catchy new wave acts with sax like Romeo Void, Essential Logic and X-Ray Spex rather than semi-atonal no wave acts like the Contortions and Mars. it's also influenced by non-sax bands like Delta 5 and Bush Tetras. Video:
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“...reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays...” — Aldous Huxley

Pill is Veronica Torres, Andrew Spaulding, Benjamin Jaffe, and Jonathan Campolo. Pill found each other in Brooklyn, NY, colliding in the city's ever-changing DIY community. They exist along the tail of transition that has found new and worrisome traditions of marginalization in NYC.

Convenience is Pill’s debut album. It follows an EP and single, exploding the concepts advanced on those recordings through a field of emotional and political upheaval, where something that makes life easier for one group of people might make life harder for another. It’s this very skepticism of modern comfort that drives the music Pill makes; an unsettled sound that dichotomizes a tension-release dynamic that feeds upon itself.

The interplay between these four musicians is borne not only of a restless spirit of musical inventiveness, but what guitarist Jonathan Campolo describes as “a completely democratic process.” Andrew and Veronica had written songs together before meeting up with Jonathan, still missing some final momentum to the force. Not long after, Andrew mentioned “this wild guy who was running around Bushwick with a saxophone.” This was Benjamin Jaffe, a musical accomplice who’s been playing professionally since the 90’s. With this, four musical conspirators make equal contributions to their sound, based on concepts Veronica denotes as “physicality, catharsis, and psychic release.”

Convenience skids like a garbage truck with no brakes, barreling through passages of guitar chording bent at the wrong angles and ring-modded riffs aligning with Ben’s expressive sax before splitting apart into chaos. Veronica assumes double-duty between vocals and bass, while Jonathan plays three instruments in the live setting and Andrew four, including circuit-bent noise rigs of their own invention. Veronica’s words are delivered with the speed and frenzy of someone with their life on the line, but she’s also able to slow things down in a gesture of dominance, confidence, and trust. This band is wise enough to know that safety is fleeting, so they take their digs when and where they can.

Given Pill's backgrounds, their music advances a notion of what the punk spirit of NYC might be: the capture and distillation of the energy and friction that comes from living amongst so many people in such a confined space. The idea seeds in free jazz and improvisation; reached adolescence in galleries and loft spaces in the ‘70s; found politics in squats and independent spaces; and it grows stronger the more these several sensibilities are practiced ands stewed. Call them No wave, post-punk, noise; they are immune, content to head off in a direction of their own design.

Politics are important to Pill. Veronica identifies as a feminist, but declines any specific agenda other than “awareness of our own bodies and the space around us, and being cautious of what is projected onto us.” Her lyrics tackle themes of harassment (“Speaking Up”), government impedance (“My Rights”), and gender intersection (“Fetish Queen,” “Dead Boys”). She warns about pigeonholing her approach, or the words she sings: “Me and every other woman I know who screams in a band gets the same references,” so kindly don’t bother.

Today, communication slides down the scissor of anonymity and accountability. Needs are instantly answered, sublimated, and replaced by other needs. Pill are pawns in a city which amplifies the societal curses of the day, as well as its denizens’ responses to them. Pill’s music is one such response, a pulsing protest of anguish and desire clotted with arrhythmia and dissonance. A howl of freedom that is conscious of the cost of that freedom. This is a time and a place in which convenience is delivered and returned for store credit. This is a time for Pill.


released August 19, 2016


THANK YOU to Our Families, Raiders, Andy Chugg, Jamie Farkas, Rachel Barnhart, Keith Abrahamsson, Heather Strange,
Chris Pickering, Andrew Savage, Blaze(r) Mckenzie,
LAZY MOM, Nick Campolo & YOU!



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Track Name: 60 Sec.
And I call it the formula of moderate response

The carelessness of convenience
- a social tool-
as it is in its present situation.

My body congealed and dripping off of my major monuments,
my body congealed and sticking to your fingertips,
despite being tied to the wire with a lack of relation.

Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.

It's the dance that all the kids have been talking about.

We call this dance mass hysteria:
put your hands behind my neck
- press swiftly -
to promote someone else’s revolution
under the guise of my appearance.

Reading warfare strategies in my travel magazines;
maybe when the conflict’s over we should vacation there?

All those things that make you bad?
Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.

Contemporary colonialism -
What a pretty thing I can buy for myself.

Doing our part with minimal effort.
Track Name: Which Is True?
And when I awoke,
I emerged from a gilded egg on the shore;
bare bottomed knees torn and
with my creativity stolen from me for another.

Which is true?

It started from the bottom belly down.

I always knew I didn’t want to,
but nobody ever asked.
With a jury of 9 men and 3 women,   
the illusion must be something for which I asked.

Which is true?

Our word is truth among Women.
Our word is truth against myself.

A story retold and refashioned:
there is no resolution,
only revolution,
in the collected memories of our bodies.
Track Name: My Rights
Is this situation based on power?
My body, my queerness, my decision to bring life.

My body my fight -
Congressman wants to steal all of my rights.

My life/ My rights / Might I?
Talk over!

Tell me again
It’s engrained in my maternal history.

My life/ My rights/ Might I?
Talk over!
Track Name: Fetish Queen
I want to be your Fetish Queen,
I want to be yours.

I want to be your Fetish Queen
-think of me on my knees.
-picture me in you’re favorite tee.

Are you willing?
Iron fist in a velvet glove.

How could I love anybody?
How could I have someone else?

Love serenade in a hand grenade.
Love serenade in a bondage game.

Are you willing?
Iron fist in a velvet glove.
Track Name: Dead Boys
Is it wicked?
Can I lick it?

Would you taste my bloodied knee?
Testing the limits of intimacy.

Round knuckle trying to temper my desire,
but the drain builds pressure.

There is no ally in this void.
There is no ally in this void.

Constructing history constructing empires.
Constructing history constructing THE EMPIRE.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl.

Who draws the shape and what bends it?
A funeral pyre.

Press in deep and make it count.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girls girl.

Pretty cool, cool
Pretty cool, cool

Let me absorb as much as I can;
Let this wash over me.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl.
Track Name: J-E-N-O-V-A
Drone in the dark-

We asked for everything present from generation to generation,
with no relation to the next.

Torture for a sense of progress.

Each time the sticky secretion slowly separating
-connectivity lost-
I have to put my fingers way up high to get any of the royal jelly.

The security alarm goes off, but there is no intruder.
Take the batteries out and come back to bed.

Your face caught in the green orb of night vision surveillance.

*A look of concern, but also ease*

Frame by frame,
repeating and duplicating;
a sense of control.
Track Name: 100% Cute
The dream of ruination-
The dream of ruination-
of letting you feel me!

My conscious shared
with yours / all lovers.

My flesh smells best with you on top of me
-too slow too fast
-you bend I bow

And if i was true you’d see, you’d see me fall,
if i was you I’d leave and see me push apart,
if I was true I’d get what I want,
if I say to you to stop, don’t follow me!

Be still my heart,
and let my shudder be of comfort.

Defeat, defeat, defeat me.
I wither at the touch.

You bend I bow,
and let my shudder be of comfort.

We can't predict the feelings of others,
but we can make it soft.

Defeat, defeat, defeat me.
I wither at the touch.
Track Name: Speaking Up
You’re gunna get fired!
You're gunna get fired,
for speaking up!

Hey Tim:
You wanna do what?
You want to take me where?
What would your wife think?

You’re gunna get fired!
You're gunna get fired,
for speaking up!

No I won’t get you a coffee :-(
I’m your superior!
Keep your hands to yourself!
and quit pretending like that was your idea!
Track Name: Vagabond
-excess sells
-over my dead body
-crawl to the whip
-mouth open, salted fingertip
-roll another

-sweat and sex
-ridged open shell
-pockets empty
-keep driving
-no memory
-infinite spell

Turn me on;
Foreign body.
Track Name: Love & Other Liquids
Para mi amor, olvida estar perdido.
Un guía espiritual en cada cuerpo.

A meditation on the arrangement of our image:
*Body con, body conscience, body consent, body control*

I am your smiling happy girl!

Flesh made of my image,
flesh made my body,
flesh made of love and other liquids.

Chaos is swallowing your love.

Olvida estar perdido.
Un guía espiritual en cada cuerpo.
Para mi amor, olvida estar perdido.
Track Name: Medicine
Human music on the intercom,
play it again, play it again!

My sex life solved -
Haloed lights and purchase psalms.

I can’t recall my face,
but I know I love you.

The aisle is a safe space
with no name and no number.

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow

Come, the water’s fine and the war is over!
Come crawl down the aisle and meet me there.
Trust me, trust me I’ll always buy.
Come, the war is over and the radios are all playing!

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow

The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!
The War is over! The War is over!

MEDICINE, take it tomorrow.