- Sociopathic simplicities FOR sociological complexities -
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The Atomic Fleas of Orange County
"Nothing to See Here - Move Along"
Howdy Ya'll Since you decided to stick around, apparently, you should know that what you're about to see and hear is just mere illusion in the guise of experimentation conjured up by a fascination to delve into the so called human psyche which ultimately produces that of which is, the human condition.
Did we mention our soon to be released Album? Oh, it's sweet and crankable, and sounds absolutley smashing via ipodic headphones as it was produced with that in mind.
The digital quality is positively groovy - makes these MP3's sound quite atrocious to the point of utter static in comparison. -Guess What It's Your Lucky day!
We're going to send you a CD 100% completely FREE! Just pay 9.99 for handling and processing! (refer to the song - "Lies")
So Who Are These Fleas, You Ask? Well, we're just your stereotypical South OC tireless wireless high tech low life bottomless pit of wants & needs kinna laid back surfer dudes who don't respond well to authoritative direction.
Intuitively, We consistently practice better living via cannabis induced utter denial and a steady diet of peanut butter and xanax sandwiches. - "Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it."
Most family, friends and scores of die hard fans see us as premature post traumatic interface database cyberspace fanatics due to our super cool heat seeking smartass bomb kinna attitudes. (refer to song - Modern Man World)
"Like we give a damn what common folk think."
We know you're not gonna take our free CD offer - you'll settle for the free download static then complain that it hurts your ears. 'wah'
People always asking us "what's your problem dudes, ignorance or apathy?" Truth is we just dont know, and we really don't care. And those of you that think you know everything are annoying to those of us that do.
Our global view is that indeed, all the world's a stage, but most folk are desperately unrehearsed leading to far to many freaks and not enough circuses to gainfully employ them.
But hell, we're really just a buncha mice in the rat race of society yet constantly feel like we're diagonally parking in a parallel universe to which we do not belong.
Chicks universally dig us cuz we're humble, honest, sincere and strict Vagitarians. The say "you are what you eat", so that's kind of a strange twist *pause* Does not hurt that we're all worth a couple million, I suppose. (At least that's what we tell them).
Most our fans think we're psychotic, except for our closest fans deep inside the earth, thus we constantly plead contemporary insanity.
They're all just jealous cuz the voices only talk to us and we have this fear that everyone is out to make us paranoid.
Basic Fleeting Vocational Abilities
Well, when we're not jamming, making feature motion pictures, or fulfilling International Modeling contracts, we're all test pilots for classified aircraft, (Stemming from our stints with the CIA, DIA and NSA of course).
When not perfecting neurosurgery techniques, or calculating our latest electro-magnetic gravitational propulsion theories, we're all pro surfers, mountain climbers, Kung-fu experts and volunteer fire fighters.
Band members enjoy the usual typical kinna junk such as:
Skinny Skiing and Ménage à Trois Snow Boarding
Running with the Bulls while peeking on Mushrooms
Dropping Ecstasy and Dancing Argentine Tango at a Rave
Hunting Harmless Critters to Validate Macho Status *not
Big Wave Surfing while Sipping Frothy Tuna Martini's
Complex Rough Sex cuz We can't get Enuff Tuff Love
Ritualistic Pagan Pure Breed Puppy Breeder Sacrafices
Midnight Beach Sushi and Chocolate Milk Picnics Watching Submarine Races with Chicks we Meet on Tour *blink*
Most family, friends and scores of die hard fans see us as premature post traumatic interface database cyberspace fanatics due to our super cool heat seeking smartass bomb kinna attitudes. (refer to song - Modern Man World)
But hell, we're really just a buncha mice in the rat race of society yet constantly feel like we're diagonally parking in a parallel universe to which we do not belong.
