One Year Later
Yes, it's been a year.
The most important thing that has occured of course is our new record, Universal Shame, released by Litterbox Records. Buy it. We are also working on a revamp of the website. Check back soon.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Friday, September 23, 2005
Back From Tour
Hello World! We're finally updating this website so that we aren't reliant on our myspace page (which is http://www.myspace.com/newthrillparade if you are so inclined).
Check out the "Shows" page for all our past shows, plus details about our upcoming shows, including a date at the new, improved Big Bang with the lovely Barbara Manning.
Then head over to "Music," and listen to 2 of our songs on mp3. If these sounds tickle your fancy, you can now order a copy of our sexy, 5-song VINYL EP through Revolver Distribution. You'll find "The New Thrill Parade," on Mountain Landis/17televison Records, at the following address:
REVOLVER MIDHEAVEN
Our Northwest Tour of 2004 was documented and edited by our friend Nick Dulin and laid to DVD For Your (viewing) Pleasure. It's a really fantastic document of our live show and I recommend it whole-heartedly. If you want a copy, please contact us (newthrillparade@hotmail.com) and we'll try to hook you up with one (for a buck or two, of course. gotta feed the kids.)
Our 35-day Summer Tour of 2005 was completed on the 29th of August with a final show in Eugene, OR. It was an exhilerating, sometimes frustrating, sometimes beautiful experience through the indie circuit of this great nation. We'd like to thank everyone who was kind to us (which was pretty much everyone we met) and offered their house/floor-space to us. We'd like to thank the cool people who worked hard to organize and advertise the shows for us. We'd like to thank our good friends and tourmates, Mammatus, for being the most righteous rockers we could hope to travel with. But most of all, we'd like to thank R.Kelly for his songs "Trapped in the Closet, Chapters 1-5" and "In The Kitchen," which provided an emotional stability during our darkest hours of the tour.
Stay tuned to NewThrillParade.com for more updates (coming soon)!
Check out the "Shows" page for all our past shows, plus details about our upcoming shows, including a date at the new, improved Big Bang with the lovely Barbara Manning.
Then head over to "Music," and listen to 2 of our songs on mp3. If these sounds tickle your fancy, you can now order a copy of our sexy, 5-song VINYL EP through Revolver Distribution. You'll find "The New Thrill Parade," on Mountain Landis/17televison Records, at the following address:
REVOLVER MIDHEAVEN
Our Northwest Tour of 2004 was documented and edited by our friend Nick Dulin and laid to DVD For Your (viewing) Pleasure. It's a really fantastic document of our live show and I recommend it whole-heartedly. If you want a copy, please contact us (newthrillparade@hotmail.com) and we'll try to hook you up with one (for a buck or two, of course. gotta feed the kids.)
Our 35-day Summer Tour of 2005 was completed on the 29th of August with a final show in Eugene, OR. It was an exhilerating, sometimes frustrating, sometimes beautiful experience through the indie circuit of this great nation. We'd like to thank everyone who was kind to us (which was pretty much everyone we met) and offered their house/floor-space to us. We'd like to thank the cool people who worked hard to organize and advertise the shows for us. We'd like to thank our good friends and tourmates, Mammatus, for being the most righteous rockers we could hope to travel with. But most of all, we'd like to thank R.Kelly for his songs "Trapped in the Closet, Chapters 1-5" and "In The Kitchen," which provided an emotional stability during our darkest hours of the tour.
Stay tuned to NewThrillParade.com for more updates (coming soon)!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
New Thrill Parade reviewed in Metro Santa Cruz!
NEW THRILLS
by Mike Conner
Some people just walked out, shaking their heads at the curious cacophony coming from the Catalyst Atrium. Inside, a moderately sized group of kids stood in a horseshoe shape around the stage, making room for the singer of the NEW THRILL PARADE, AMITAI HELLER, who was going apeshit in front of the stage like a Tasmanian Devil. Dressed in vintage white tux and a ruffly pink shirt, he screamed his case for discordant melodrama with eyes and mouth smeared a ghoulish black. Behind him, a bearish bassist wearing a big red POOH shirt sucked on his pacifier, his eyes and mouth also smeared black. The guitarist wore a mask covered in crucifixes and a red robe and dress, while the drummer hammered out the soundtrack to a short, nonexistent surrealist film depicting RINGO STARR in the throes of death. Occasionally, a cherubic young man wearing a shirt that read "God of Shit" fluttered around the stage like a retarded ballerina, feeding himself and the drummer mouthfuls of canned whipped cream. A shamisen player plucked from his lute tiny, tinny flurries of saltwater spray, joining a tidal wave of musical madness that filled the room to the brim with no apologies. Children screamed with terror and delight, others were unaffected. In the distance, an organ played. Shamisen, crashing symbols, screams, guitars. Genius--or something terribly similar.
by Mike Conner
Some people just walked out, shaking their heads at the curious cacophony coming from the Catalyst Atrium. Inside, a moderately sized group of kids stood in a horseshoe shape around the stage, making room for the singer of the NEW THRILL PARADE, AMITAI HELLER, who was going apeshit in front of the stage like a Tasmanian Devil. Dressed in vintage white tux and a ruffly pink shirt, he screamed his case for discordant melodrama with eyes and mouth smeared a ghoulish black. Behind him, a bearish bassist wearing a big red POOH shirt sucked on his pacifier, his eyes and mouth also smeared black. The guitarist wore a mask covered in crucifixes and a red robe and dress, while the drummer hammered out the soundtrack to a short, nonexistent surrealist film depicting RINGO STARR in the throes of death. Occasionally, a cherubic young man wearing a shirt that read "God of Shit" fluttered around the stage like a retarded ballerina, feeding himself and the drummer mouthfuls of canned whipped cream. A shamisen player plucked from his lute tiny, tinny flurries of saltwater spray, joining a tidal wave of musical madness that filled the room to the brim with no apologies. Children screamed with terror and delight, others were unaffected. In the distance, an organ played. Shamisen, crashing symbols, screams, guitars. Genius--or something terribly similar.
