Do you like to sleep in cars? Do you perform at your best when you are flat
broke working two jobs and have barely had any sleep? Are you comfortable
with the kick drum as your pillow? Do you find your friendships are cemented
through bloodshed and fisticuffs? Then you my friend are ready to witness
the apocalyptic fury of the Orientalists.

With little but vigor and broken instruments the Orientalists here set forth
on a bypass to otherness. Huge distorted tomes of imperialist propaganda,
subjugation and racism melt away into air, if for only moment, replaced by
huge droning distorted rock pouring forth into the void with revolutionary
fervor.

Brought together by an old-fashioned interest in the esoteric, enigmatic and
eastern, this fearless foursome has assembled 6 songs in their first
self-titled and prophetic manifesto. Their meaning is clear, but the message
is veiled in the garb of heavy rock-n-roll. Like a caravan of gypsies
invading your town or heavy rock sheikhs out on a raid, their style is both
angry and uplifting, accusatory and full of praise, serenely lucid yet
obscenely delirious. It is an absolutely delicious concoction with a wild
mix of spices.

Front and center, the Farfisa organ is delivered hot and steamy... yet quite
palatable. It is a classic Rock sound somehow not overly retro, in this case
forward looking, almost futuristic. This is flavor not used sparingly when
sprinkled throughout this exotic dish. It is a sound for the ears of those
adepts in the upper echelons of the Mysteries.

The Orientalists meticulously weave a thick Persian rug of sound.  The
guitar and bass, with purpose yet not in unison, seem to mesh as they twist
and intertwine. They create a matrix of streaming consciousness. Culinarists
might call it a bouillabaisse or gumbo.

Driving the backbone, the asynchronous, illusive beat is more like a call to
arms, whipping the masses into a fanatical fury. Rhythmically, the listener
is pounded with a backbeat as solid as the backbone of a dinosaur. (This is
feeding time). This band is dynamic as well. We're talking M80's and K88's.

When the Orientalists are mad, the vocalist's angry accusations are one part
anti-heroesque and one part arabesque.  It is a wrecker of engines, a
Lawrence of Arabia, a sonic assault on your oppressive, decrepit regimes. A
proclamation calling for the return to the old rites and mysteries of the
ancients. A sonic feast fit for the farewell of kings.

When the Orientalists are cool, they deliver Bowie style disco or prom-rock
in the fashion of King Crimson. Not stylistically punk, fashion conscious or
MTV approved... a sort of dead guy in the trunk. They found their droning
carpet sound at a furniture store in the Bronx. The Orientalists lionize the
Lo-Fi and shun the pre-packaged.  Like a trumpet of modernity blasting down
the Walls of your Rock paradigm. Listen to this band not on your iPod, but
rather on an old Walkman or a Denon stereo, or better yet a Victrola.

Regardless, you will find the sounds are frequently raw, yet suddenly quiet
and Sphinx-like.  Don't be surprised when you are suddenly engulfed by their
blistering sand storm. It is all part of their subtle ruse to leave you
helpless when they attack like marauding desert hordes with an army of Rock
volume.

Orientalist songs are both well crafted and intense. The Orientalists cook
with flavorings of stray lyrics from Rock heroes and enigmatic references to
ancient occult formulas. At first listen, you might miss the passing omens,
the apocalyptic visions of disdain. Later, you find yourself humming the
lyrics to yourself and in a moment of realization note, I knew there was
more to this life than whoring and vain jangling.§ They're jingling baby.

Are you prepared to brawl with this group? Then prepare for the day when the
earth is rent asunder (40) and all you're left with is the taste of blood in
your mouth from the kick drum.

We are the Orientalists:

Cap (Horus): Guitars, groupies, additives 
King (Anubis): Bass, sleep deprivation and Palm vortex organization.
Montana (Osiris): Drums, football chants and fanaticism.