I don’t usually plug bands on sknoblog, but I have to make an exception for Remote Possibility!
If you go to their music page on SoundClick, you might recognize a few Sons of Sarookh songs that I’ve mentioned before on sknoblog.
But I’m really glad to report that they have posted three new songs that I urge you to listen to, download, and share (see below).
It is also worth noting that the song « lyrics/story » links give us keen insight into Remote Possibility’s creative processes. I hope they won’t mind if I quote some of this info here:
About Can’t Wait
Icepac and Sknoblogger were on vacation in Cyprus. They were on the beach, picking up cigarette butts (which they would later re-roll into new cigarettes to sell to other tourists, claiming they were the finest cigarettes in the world). Renz Marion recognized them from the covers of their CDs in the discount bins. He proposed they collaborate, and this is the result. They recorded Renz vocals right there on the beach, you can hear the sound of the surf on his parts.
About Shevilla Lobole
Icepac and Sknoblogger got a job pet sitting. They were at Gene Simmons house, taking care of his cat, Hector (named for the famous composer Heitor Villa-Lobos) when Big Baby and Dog Boy broke in and beat them senseless with socks filled with guitar picks. They were employed by Shevilla Lobole, a wealthy, wicked woman who was planning to make a fir coat out of the skins of rock stars cats (she had told Big Baby and Dog Boy that Gene Simmons was going to sacrifice the cat to Satan). Eventually they got it all worked out, rescued the cat, and the four of them wrote this song about nasty Shevilla Lobole.
About Mystery Snack
I was planning to eat something that was in a Tupperware container that had been sitting in the back of the fridge for some time, perhaps since the previous tenants had lived there. Or perhaps the ones that preceded them. At any rate, when I poked it with a fork, it shuddered violently, then leaped into the air, straight at my face. It wrapped itself tightly, violently around my mouth and nose, and I believe that would have been the end of me, had not Sknoblogger been passing my room on his way to a gig. He heard my frantic, muffled cries for help, and kicked the door in, and furiously pummeled the wrathful foodstuff into submission with his saxophone. I lost a couple of teeth in the process, and my nose was broken, but it was a small price to pay. I owe him my life.
I sincerely hope they receive the attention they deserve, and achieve fame and fortune, even though that is obviously a remote possibility.
Highly recommended!