THE CANON LOGIC

As you may already know, Avenue of Criminals is available on our myspace to stream.

In this photo, Sean is getting his ivory tickling on with this brilliant grand piano we got our hands on (thank you Hailey and family) for a pleasant sunday recording sesh.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to hear the “Master of Feel” bust out of his rhythmic shell and lay down one hell of a guitar solo? Well imagine no longer, this dream has just been realized.

Mike Mignano first showed signs of melodic, guitar driven brilliance when he suggested a new guitar piece heading into the chorus of “New York, New York”, from a previous EP of ours. Since then he has proven of great importance, not only behind a drum kit, but in all things melodic, rhythmic, and humorous, in our world of music.

Think you can guess what song he wrote, recorded, and debuted a solo for during yesterday’s studio session? I’ll give you a hint, look at what type of guitar he is playing… Submit your guesses by commenting on this post. The winner gets a free copy of our, soon to be released, full length album.

Sean Enright listening back to one of his tight takes in the studio this weekend. Check out myspace in the near future for upcoming previews of our new, yet to be titled, full length album. In the meantime, feel free to steal all of our previously recorded music, as the five of us have done with some of our favorite bands over the years. All of our material to date is available for free download on the right side of this page.

Come out to Crash Mansion tonight (199 Bowery st.) for a raging, fairly new event, known by its chaos inducing name: Personality Crisis. Let your hair down, throw back some shots, and don’t forget to dance your (too tight to put on) hipster pants off. We are headlining around 11pm and playing with some great bands including; Le Rug and SHAPES. For those of you who hate that most NYC venues cater to the old heads, never fear, for Crash Mansion welcomes all humans and dancers above and equal to the age of 18. So come and forget about life for a little while, enjoy some of our new (soon to be released) and old tunes, and hit peaks so high that you won’t remember most of the night (for if you did, your head would explode). 

Wait.
Just breathe.
Hold your breath for a moment.
I can feel my time run out.
It’s killing me.