TURBONEGRO are on TOUR!!!
Apocalypse Dudes INFO
(english)
Turbonegro are a six piece denim
rock outfit from the darkness on the
edge of Oslo, Norway. These
suburbs have the highest teen
suicide & fatality rates in the world
and Turbonegro are, according to
the punkorientated publication
Maximum Rock'n'Roll: "a full blown
rock'n'roll circus like you've never
seen before!". Why denim? "We
feel that denim out-rocks leather at
all levels. Leather is for empty, little
people. Denim is for us big guys!
And the kids LOVE it!" Happy-Tom,
bass.
On April 6, 1998 Turbonegros
masterpiece "Apocalypse
Dudes" will hit the shelves.
"Apocalypse Dudes" will forever
change the way people think a
classic rock'n'roll album should
sound like: While most longplays
contain 2 good songs and filler
"Apocalypse Dudes" is ALL
HITS, no fillers, just killers. This my
friends, is a virtually perfect record!
Excellent production-a huge, FAT
sound; lots of power and excellent
songs that you can't get out of your
head. Not one let down through 47
minutes of music!!
This is not an underground tip!!
"Apocalypse Dudes" appeals to
the masses. From punk to metal to
mainstream, "Apocalypse Dudes"
has something for everyone.
The CD packaging is extravegant
as well and take note your vinyl
freaks: the LP format is
outraegeous!! Gatefold sleeve, 4
color + silverjacket, 180 g. extra
thick vinyl, 4c labeling, a poster an
everything shrinkwrapped. A truly
exquisite chink of wax!!
For you concert goers, Turbonegro
will be back on tour in April/May and
are sure to get some prime festival
slots this summer. Will Turbonegro
spearhead a new resurgence of
70¼s influenced glam'n'roll into the
next century and beyond!?! Get
ready for impact!
Get ready for an exciting year of
Turbo-Mania!!!
The Motherfucker Has Landed.
By Rob Nero Tug
It's been nearly 2 years - and numerous earthshattering &
life-changing live-appearances, from Troms¯, Norway to El Paso,
Texas - since Ass Cobra (Thee punk album of the decade, according
to leading publications) sunk it's fat fangs into the rocknroll world, and
Scandinavia's hardest hitting, smartest, and most confrontational yet
most elegant shitkickers are back. With one motherfucking bang.
This is the shit. Believe your ears, and mark the date on your arm
with a razor Brothers And Sisters, because it will change the way you
feel about music and how it should be done.
Apocalypse Dudes is an instant classic, in the sense that it
redefines The Album as a format for the next millenium. Why?
Because this record contains solely hits. It is shocking to see how
even respected and credible contemporary artists still see The
Album as a vehicle for 1 great/semi-great tune, 3 cool ones and 5 or
6 or even 7 discreet yawns. That's what Jesus invented 7-inches,
remember? To get that one-hit wonder out to the kids, and into their
collective corti. Every Fabian, Dorian and Frankie Avalon knew this,
but these days alot of people seem to have forgotten.
Apocalypse Dudes contains only hits, tunes that stick to your spine
like a spider from Mars. There is no filler on this pizza, only
substance - no pretension, only truth. Turbonegro strike no poses,
simply invent new ones in real-time audio and video. The denim
recruits came to be known as the Apocalypse Dudes because they
see Rocknroll for what it is: It's not a clicheed tongue-in-cheek
post-modernist headbanger's wide-legged stance, it is Darkness. A
Darkness gnawing at our subconscious in form of the Sacrificial
Goat and the killing of the Father, of suicide and birth and the baking
of Magic Pies that make you scream out: "Beat me up Scotty with a
broken bottle, I'll go for the meat-and-potatoes, but what I really really
need is the Calzone!!!" in mongo-kaballistic 4/4.
Apocalypse Dudes is not a retro-cultural document, yet it was not
created in a vacuum. Obvious influences can be detected by the
bright and cunning, but we'll give you some hints (in no particular
order)...
Abba, Killer Kane, AC/DC, Bob Ezrin, The Ramones, Alice Cooper
(3rd through 6th album), Uri Geller, The Angry Samoans, M.
Scorcese, Black Flag, Black Sabbath, Baader-Meinhof/SPK, John
Stagliano, The Rubber City Rebels, The Rolling Stones, NASA, The
Circle Jerks, Iggy & James Williamson, Rancid Vat, Bowie &
Ronson, Eddie & The Hotrods / A. Crowley, Union Carbide
Productions / Soundtrack Of Our Lives, Slade, The Who, Tony Joe
White, Quentin Crisp, Mott, The Killer, Roky, Curtis Mayfield, Venom,
L.F. Celine, Kubrick, J. Conrad, MC5, Jorma Kaukonen, Poison
Idea, Marc Bolan, W. Reich, The Dictators, R. Crumb, Cecil B.
DeMille, Cheap Trick, John Philip Sousa, Howard Hughes, The
Cellophane Suckers, The Golden Showers, The New Wave Hookers,
Cheetah Chrome and The Symbionese Liberation Army (whose logo
has been adopted and customized for use as the Apocalypse
Dudes cover logo).
While you're at it: Check out the hotelroom band-photo, and find
seven apocalyptic / messianic / masonic secret offices / references.
Seven...yikes!!!...now that's even more than on that fucking Eagles
sleeve!
Rob Nero Tug,
E-Mail: turbojugend@cyberdude.com
Press Officer TURBONEGRO TIMES
(The LP is pressed on 180 gram vinyl, thus making it not only
artistically but also literally the heaviest record to hit the shelves since
yo mama.)
"The toughest rocknroll band in the world." Carbon14
"The new Turbonegro record is possibly the most important
European record ever." Jello Biafra
PART I: The Dudes:
Hank von Helvete
The man, the myth. This friendly, softspoken and polite Prince Of
Darkness is an unimpenetrable wall of mystery that even the other
dudes can't grasp at times. The eyes of a puzzled, confused panther
in the dirty snow, caged in the body of a quarter of a century dark
Master Of Ceremony...the sordid ceremony the rest of us know as Le
Vaudeville de Altamont, with a headache in his pants. Are you
ready? Yes, you're ready.
Happy-Tom
The swinger/songwriter, currently occupied in what he himself
describes as "...the second-oldest gig in the world: bass guitar",
Happy-T has stared into the abyss, and paints rainbows better than
the next cheetah. A prize-fighter bred for confrontation in the
Norwegian school yard, Tom craves friction for fuel, and has for the
last 28 years. And he likes it, loves it.
Euroboy
The boy-wonder of Rocknroll, this 21st century fox makes other
guitarists look like struggling, cramped wanna-be-tough-guy
mongoloids with his ultra-graceful outer-space moves and his
Dionysian, pure-aestetics lightning-bolt, Semtex-brand guitarism. A
22 year-old with a Ph.D. in Rock and Infra-structure, with a lesson we
can all benefit from. You wanna thrill? You gotta learn...You better
step back as Euroboy burns.
Rune Rebellion
Oh sweet rebellion...The Elder of the Dudes (32)...a truly wise man,
and longtime undefeated Champion of The Scandinavian Rhythm
Guitar Challenge. This silent storm is the son of famous be
bop-saxophonist Aslak Gr¯nn, and has first-hand knowledge of The
Darkness. The Reb has one question for you...all asks of you is: Do
you want the Night to stay?
Pål Pot
From the wooded wastelands on the edge of Oslo, Pål (28)
manages his pizza empire (Pamparius Pizza) with an Iron Heel not
seen in European industry since the 1930's. Because Pål is a
madman, the synthesis of humanity and beat, occasionally leading to
total exhaustion and near-death experiences / hospitalizations,
wreaking total gipsy mayhem on pianos, percussion, and
stage-floors across the planet with his full-on schtomp...baking some
motherfucking magic tonight. Every night.
Chris Summers
The Rolex of Rocknroll, the King of Drummers...Chris Summers. Built
on a 1975 light-weight frame with a head full of napalm and a heart
full of Motown/Stax-classics, the machine that is Chris Summers is
known to not only break drumskins and teenage tulips, but is also the
only contemporary drummer capable of actually bending drum rims
out of shape. So you better think fast. So you better get back.
Part II: Apocalypse Dudes song-by-song
according to Hank & Happy-Tom:
1. The Age Of Pamparius
There is an obscure link between the apocalypse and the baking of
pizza. Pamparius Pizza is PÂl Pot's own pizza parlor, situated in
Kolbotn, a lower-middle class suburb 15 kms south east of Oslo. It's
about both creation and destruction, in a biblical rocknroll-context.
2. Selfdestructo Bust
The title says it all. You have one choice in this lifetime, you can
choose to either implode or explode. So what will it be? We prefer
the explosion. This song is dedicated to all the kids we grew up with
who ended up dead, in mental institutions, in and out of dead-end
jobs and prison, under the ironclad heel of the machine.
3. Get It On
We are great fighters, but we are also great lovers. This is our own
ode to fighting, to love-making, to ourselves, and to Deathpunk.
4. Rock Against Ass
The Ass symbolizes both the best and the worst parts of humanity.
We love it, and we hate it. It's a paradox.
This song is about throwing rocks at asses, striking out at the rump,
and it is also about rock in a musical sense. It's about letting your wild
ass run free, if you have one.
5. Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker
Is about style. We know everything there is to know about style, and
we want to share our expertise with the world, to help people in their
search for style.
6. Rendezvous With Anus
A lot of people think that this song is about anal sex. But it's not. It's
about turning friction into fun.
7. Zillion Dollar Sadist
Is about our sudden success, after kicking ass year after year for a
small crowd of grateful, dedicated fans.
Ah sweet success, both Euroboy and Happy-Tom are seriously
planning to buy horses, just to irritate and piss off the confused
scenesters of Oslo. But hell, do anything you wanna do! (A reference
to Eddie & The Hot Rods AND Aleister Crowley.)
8. Prince Of The Rodeo
Speak of the Devil!: A song about horses! Or more precisely:
rodeos. The Prince Of The Rodeo is a playfull swipe at our own
conception of what rocknroll is supposed to be: a circus, a rodeo, full
of danger, denim, bullshit, truth and clowns.
9. Back To Dungaree High
Everybody needs an education, and we are graduates of Dungaree
High, the toughest school in the galaxy.
Denim symbolizes hard work and raw power in a sexual sense. It is
the only textile that was actually deofficeed for kicking ass. And that's
what we do for a living. It's just a way to stay alive, boy. The ONLY
way.
10. Are You Ready (For Some Darkness)
There is no question mark in this title, because you ARE ready for
some Darkness. Darkness is the black magic that penetrates daily
life, and keeps your clock ticking. Especially if you're in a band called
Turbonegro.
11. Monkey On Your Back
The obvious primary response to this title is that it is about drug
addiction. But it's not. We don't sing about drugs, and people who do
are fucking SQUARES with an image-problem. Instead, this is a
song about raising hell and pissing in the well, about throwing rocks
from inside the glasshouse. (At asses, perhaps.)
12. Humiliation Street
A ballad from beyond bedtime, about Darkness and the
point-of-no-return, the outro sounds like a perfect
Scorcese-soundtrack.
13. Good Head
Whether you pushing pizzas into the oven, on stage or stuck in a
factory, all you really want and need is some Good Head. Because
you're not really working for the man, you're working to spread those
genes (or in our case, after officeing the lucrative deal with
Levi-Strauss: spreading the jeans).
Dare to struggle. But dare to win.
Mao Tse-Tung
Turbojugend USA | 2006
