“Artists run this planet. You better get it, Jack!”
This goes out as a general warning to all the villains of the world who wish to suppress real art: You better run to your shacks because the X-Ray Poetz are in town and they’re spitting volcanoes of the stuff!
While mild-mannered Dan Robinson and David Carus may imagine themselves busting from telephone booths as their alter-egos, MC Cyclops and Ethergun, don’t be fooled. This is not some adolescent, comic book fantasy. Quite conversely, the X-Ray Poetz are polemic, post-modern risk takers.
In a time when the music industry churns out more and more canned mystery meat for our consumption, the X-Ray Poetz are bringing savvy back to music and art with a mix of old school hip hop, 80’s Post-Punk and neo-classical electronica.
MC Cyclops’ pulls no punches with his lyrics. He boldly confronts issues like the medical drugging of children or the manufactured moral degradation of America, wittingly re-igniting all that is protest in music and art. Dylan, anyone? Ok, more like Lupe Fiasco, Chuck D, or KRS 1. But like them, he’s not missing the boat on what’s essential in art: communication. And just to make things more interesting, he gets his points across by conjuring images of plasma guns and super-human powers.
Speaking of conjuring, that brings us to the other guy; the beat maker, the techno-freak, the one that surfs the waves of dark matter out by the quasars; Ethergun.
While the rest of us were mesmerized by the sugary effects of 70’s and 80’s pop culture, young Dan Robinson rummaged through the dark basements and musty attics of music and art. Odd lusterless bric-a-brac such as David Lynch, John Cage and Sonic Youth drew his attention. In places like CBGBs and the Knitting Factory he found the grit of Post-Punk and the sly impressionism of No-Wave. Then, as if guided by a star he found electronic music. If the synthesizer was the coming of the Lord then Dan was the one bearing frankincense. Back in his lab, Dan blended these otherwise divergent influences and there was an explosion. When the smoke and dust settled a figure arose. Ethergun hit the streets of New York emitting blast beats and sub-bass before Dubstep was a twinkle in its daddy’s eye. And with MC Cyclops’ deft lyricism the X-Ray Poetz march onto even newer avenues of musical genre before everyone else even knows what hit them.
It was destined that mild-mannered David Carus and Dan Robinson would meet and for our sake this is good. Each with the power to see through the facade of this world and battle the forces of evil with music, the dynamic duo of Electro-Rap-Wave, the X-Ray Poetz have promised to fight the villains of art and freedom one killer track at a time.
-- Tony Yannios
This goes out as a general warning to all the villains of the world who wish to suppress real art: You better run to your shacks because the X-Ray Poetz are in town and they’re spitting volcanoes of the stuff!
While mild-mannered Dan Robinson and David Carus may imagine themselves busting from telephone booths as their alter-egos, MC Cyclops and Ethergun, don’t be fooled. This is not some adolescent, comic book fantasy. Quite conversely, the X-Ray Poetz are polemic, post-modern risk takers.
In a time when the music industry churns out more and more canned mystery meat for our consumption, the X-Ray Poetz are bringing savvy back to music and art with a mix of old school hip hop, 80’s Post-Punk and neo-classical electronica.
MC Cyclops’ pulls no punches with his lyrics. He boldly confronts issues like the medical drugging of children or the manufactured moral degradation of America, wittingly re-igniting all that is protest in music and art. Dylan, anyone? Ok, more like Lupe Fiasco, Chuck D, or KRS 1. But like them, he’s not missing the boat on what’s essential in art: communication. And just to make things more interesting, he gets his points across by conjuring images of plasma guns and super-human powers.
Speaking of conjuring, that brings us to the other guy; the beat maker, the techno-freak, the one that surfs the waves of dark matter out by the quasars; Ethergun.
While the rest of us were mesmerized by the sugary effects of 70’s and 80’s pop culture, young Dan Robinson rummaged through the dark basements and musty attics of music and art. Odd lusterless bric-a-brac such as David Lynch, John Cage and Sonic Youth drew his attention. In places like CBGBs and the Knitting Factory he found the grit of Post-Punk and the sly impressionism of No-Wave. Then, as if guided by a star he found electronic music. If the synthesizer was the coming of the Lord then Dan was the one bearing frankincense. Back in his lab, Dan blended these otherwise divergent influences and there was an explosion. When the smoke and dust settled a figure arose. Ethergun hit the streets of New York emitting blast beats and sub-bass before Dubstep was a twinkle in its daddy’s eye. And with MC Cyclops’ deft lyricism the X-Ray Poetz march onto even newer avenues of musical genre before everyone else even knows what hit them.
It was destined that mild-mannered David Carus and Dan Robinson would meet and for our sake this is good. Each with the power to see through the facade of this world and battle the forces of evil with music, the dynamic duo of Electro-Rap-Wave, the X-Ray Poetz have promised to fight the villains of art and freedom one killer track at a time.
-- Tony Yannios
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