Golden Ball are not a band. Golden Ball are an urban tribe, a wayward social construct that’s up front about what the rock life really is: A new family construct, with a whole new set of dysfunction to match. When we first heard about these guys, this freaked us right the fuck out. We didn’t know what was going on: Are they Christians? Is Golden Ball into some Manson shit? Just LOOK at those early promo photos. We had to know: So we did something we never do. We started hanging out with them. It turned out, they were some of the smartest people we’d ever met. We are now proud to say we’re tight bros with Golden Ball. But they do live in a compound, so you never know: Vampires? Scientologists? Anything’s possible.
And it’s a pretty life-affirming thing when you realize that their music reflects all of this. The Golden Ball sound is deeply weird, psyche-rock as told to Gary Numan and all the other people who you think are on drugs but in fact are not, which makes them that much scarier. This is their new album, The Antique Barking Swirls Of Dawn, and it’s their first real record as a band. (Their first, Luxury Of Pause, was largely self-produced by David and Gillian Chadwick, the band’s frontpersons.) Antique starts off with a recording of the Mister Softee truck, and heads straight underground from there. It’s deliciously bad-trippy, Dionysian and sometimes even prog. These people are not hippies. These people will cut you.
Click here to listen to Golden Ball on The Philebrity Player!
Related: Golden Ball, “Signature Abstract” [YouTube]
MySpace: Golden Ball
PLUS: Catch Golden Ball’s record release party this Saturday at Sorted! at Johnny Brenda’s! Stay tuned for ticket giveaways and more.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 21st, 2007 at 2:24 pm.