VOTE FOR US IN THE FINAL ROUND OF THE MAMAS!
Do you like supporting music education and programs for kids? Do you like Baristacide? Do you have 5 bucks to spare? If you answered yes to all three questions, then please vote for Baristacide in final round of the Madison Area Music Awards! VOTING ENDS MAY 17. HELP US HELP YOU HELP KIDS!
We're nominated in these categories:
- Best Rock Performer
- Best Rock Album
POP PUNK FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE POP PUNK
Baristacide is a post-punk pop-punk project based in Madison, WI. The band produces mind-numbingly painful pop melodies and bizarre-yet-catchy lyrics inspired by Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Joy Division, Devo and other less respectable artists.
Danceable yet a little bit disturbing, the music will leave audiences begging for more and perhaps also in need of open-heart surgery. Baristacide is artsy yet whorish. The sound is sunshine and rain. The performance is Heaven and Hell. Capes and boots. North Korean grooves. Rocks and rolls. We know that's not very helpful, but you should have given up reading this blurb by now.
Baristacide has been playing in and around Madison since 2010. We released our first album in September 2012 with a second in the works for spring 2013.
2012 press flyer - Debut album now available!
The Isthmus reviews "Hot Pot Unbeliever"
BARISTACIDE IS...
Educational Davis - vocals, guitar, synth, face
Poncho Pilot - guitar, vocals, triage
Jonny Sucrose - drums, responsibility
Van Mojo - bass, robotics
UPCOMING SHOWS
Wednesday, April 24, 2013 - Knuckle Down Saloon
The Flavor That Kills
Friday, April 26, 2013 - Nottingham Co-op
DJ's and bands!
Saturday, April 27, 2013 - The Warehouse (La Crosse)
TBA
Sunday, May 26, 2013 - Wurst Times III
Too many bands to list!
Friday, May 31, 2013 - Mickey's Tavern
Bes Monde
TBA
PAST SHOWS
Saturday, March 30, 2013 - The Inferno
Sexy Ester - Tiger Clutch
Saturday, March 16, 2013 - Mickey's Tavern
Venus in Furs - Londres Grand
Saturday, March 9, 2013 - The Crystal Corner
The Motorz - TL;DR
Saturday, March 2, 2013 - The Frequency
Counterfeit i - Woodson
Friday, February 15, 2013 - The Crunchy Frog (Green Bay)
Not Exactly Heroes
Saturday, December 29, 2012 - High Noon Saloon
The Choons - Sexy Ester - The Kundelas
Saturday, December 22, 2012 - The Frequency
Narrow Vines - Wall of Funk
Friday, December 14, 2012 - WSUM 91.7 FM
Chance the Rapper - The Earthlings
Thursday, December 13, 2012 - Badger Bowl
Stereo Side Effect
Friday, November 30, 2012 - Mickey's Tavern
Sexy Ester - The Type
Saturday, November 10, 2012 - Pumphouse Sports Bar & Grille (Baraboo, WI)
Too many bands to list!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012 - The Frequency
Ghostwriter - Kisser
Friday, November 2, 2012 - Frank's Power Plant (Milwaukee)
The World Record - The Lilies
Saturday, October 27, 2012 - Dragonfly Lounge
The New Lepers - Sir!NoSir! - Royal Station
Monday, October 22, 2012 - High Noon Saloon
The Soft White Sixties
Saturday, October 13, 2012 - The Wisco
Mr. Hipster - The Kundelas
Tuesday, October 9, 2012 - The Wisco
The Stanleys - Mr. Hipster - Damidol
Thursday, September 20, 2012 - Badger Bowl
The Cliffs of Insanity - Shallow Affect
Sunday, September 16, 2012 - Township (Chicago)
The Flips - Draft Week - The Avantist
Friday, August 31, 2012 - The Frequency
Sexy Ester - Mayda - Lucrezio
Thursday, August 23, 2012 - The Frequency
F. Stokes - The Flips - Headlines - The Dirty Feathers
Sunday, August 5, 2012 - Dragonfly Lounge
Daymoths - The New Lepers - Damidol
Saturday, July 28, 2012 - Grimes Fest
Too many bands to list!
Friday, July 20, 2012 - The Rigby
Anna Wang and the Oh Boys - Sexy Ester - A Torrid Affair - Brandy Held
Saturday, June 30, 2012 - The Frequency
The Stanleys - The Type - The Motorz
Thursday, June 28, 2012 - Mr. Robert's
The Kundelas
Friday, June 15, 2012 - The Rigby
Anna Wang and the Oh Boys - Brandy Held
Friday, May 25, 2012 - Dragonfly Lounge
The Founding Fathers
Saturday, May 26, 2012 - Mickey's Tavern
Giant People - The New Year's Gang
Sunday, May 27, 2012 - Wurst Times II
Too many bands to list!
Friday, May 18, 2012 - The Wisco
Sexy Ester - PHOX
Friday, May 4, 2012 - The Red Line Tap (Chicago)
Depravos de la Mour - The Telepaths
Saturday, April 21, 2012 - Route 20 Bar & Grill (Freeport, IL)
Sexy Ester - The Living Statues
Friday, April 13, 2012 - The Rigby
The Type - The Dumb Downs
Monday, March 26, 2012 - High Noon Saloon
Sir!NoSir!
Sunday, March 18, 2012 - The Frequency
Shallow Affect - Granite
Thursday, February 9, 2012 - The Frequency
The Living Statues - Fight Nice
Saturday, January 28, 2012 - Mickey's Tavern
S.S. Web - Anna Wang & The Oh Boys
Saturday, January 21, 2012 - The Wisco
Damidol - Mrs. Butterworth's
Saturday, December 31, 2011 - Mickey's Tavern
Sexy Ester - The Lonesome Savages - The Manginas
Wednesday, November 9, 2011 - High Noon Saloon
The Drain - The Type - Tom Teslik
Saturday, September 24, 2011 - The Frequency
Sexy Ester - The Choons - Anna Wang & The Oh Boys
Saturday, July 9, 2011 - The Wisco
The Kundelas
Sunday, May 22, 2011 - High Noon Saloon
The Cliffs of Insanity - The Perennials
Friday, April 29, 2011 - Mercury Cafe
The Black Caps
Monday, April 4, 2011 - High Noon Saloon
The Choons - The Drain
Friday, April 1, 2011 - Mercury Cafe
The Black Caps - Art Paul Schlosser - FORWARD! Marching Band
Saturday, March 12, 2011 - Rock Island Cafe (Neenah, WI)
Cody P & Sammy B
Friday, January 28, 2011 - The Wisco
Dharma Dogs - Head On Electric
Wednesday, December 1, 2010 - The Frequency
The Penfield Mood Organ - The Paramedics - Aktar Aktar - The Jake Paul Band
Friday, July 16, 2010 - Mickey's Tavern
The Transgressions - The Gecko Limelight
PROPAGANDA
"One would reasonably expect Baristacide's songs to slather on the oddness rather thickly. And they do, but the hooks keep things on track. [...] The song "Hot Pot Unbeliever" makes the same bet the great band Sparks did: that distractingly warped vocals and lyrics can be reconciled with catchy fundamentals."
-- The Isthmus: MadTracks
"Baristacide put on an energetic show, playing "pop punk for people who hate pop punk" according to their business card. I was familiar with their sound from the little desk session we had just before the New Year. The session should be released in the next couple of weeks, but they blew me away when there was a crowd to perform to rather than the couches in The Daily Cardinal office."
-- The Daily Cardinal: Never fear, rock 'n' roll isn't dead yet
"Featuring members of The No and Maybe Game and The Penfield Mood Organ, this local quartet pairs punk drumming with dance-friendly melodies, New Wave flourishes and lyrics that furrow eyebrows."
-- The Isthmus: New Year's Eve is Madison's biggest night for local tunes
"Wrap your arms around the New Year with an immersion experience into eclectic music. Sexy Ester, Lonesome Savages, The Manginas, Jakeleg, and Baristacide will help fans taste-test genres from Rockabilly to Nu-Jazz."
-- The A.V. Club's nearly complete Madison New Year's Eve guide
"If you don't know Educational Davis and his rag tag band of fellow merry makers than you don't know a good time. Settle in to a show and watch the former No and Maybe Game/Shanghai Party Boss co-front man blow your mind with his original power pop punk. Beware of the front row... Eddy is known for taking a tumble off the stage every now and then."
-- Dane101: The top ten Madison bands that you've probably never heard of
Baristacide featured on Wisconscene
WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY
Bob's Song
Canal
George's Song
Ghoulie What Are You?
Homeless Feeling
Hot Pot Unbeliever
It Seems Your Head is Damaged
I've Been Waiting for All You Fuckers
Juggernazi Dream
Man in the Back of the Haunted House
Oars in Hands (Row Row Row)
Pam
Seriously I Really Mean It This Time
Talk to Clare
The Arrival
The Only Thing I'll Ever Do
You Just Can't
Your Army
BOB'S SONG
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
Is this Tiananmen Square?!
Uh luh luh luh luh luh luh
Right here in my own kitchen!
Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah
Live free live free live free live free LIVE FREEEEEEE
CANAL
Oh as we slave in the bright day
Soon the night will come the shack gets swept away
The invincible hours and the caustic powers that be will see us through
Your tears will raise our son as I come floating back to you
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
High as the water drags me down
They couldn't hear the sound of
Progress marching over men and
Over land and all again
We'll call him John oh he'll be strong he'll take the reins of this damn town
Once a strange he'll arrange to have that river work for him
And once again the face of fear will be employed
Churning out paper in a mill on the side of the river that destroyed his daddy
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
Born in this dream, born in this stream
High as the water drags me down
They couldn't hear the sound of
Progress marching over men and
Over land and all again
GEORGE'S SONG
Fuck you bitch, you shouldn't mess around with Lenny
He was a really nice guy
He was Lenny
GHOULIE WHAT ARE YOU?
Ghoulie what are you? What are you in friendship?
Ghoulie when are you? When are you in need?
Ghoulie what are you? What are you in friendship?
Ghoulie when are you? When are you in need?
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
Ay ay ay ya ya
HOMELESS FEELING
If the cold man feeds another number
To a scrum of bankers and oil tankers
You can stand by me and watch with me
Feel that run down joyful homeless feeling
If the bridge goes out for want of lumber
And the horse delivers across the river
You can stand by me and watch with me
Feel that run down joyful homeless feeling
Watch me fall into this pit
I've been waiting for 30 days to fit
Watch me fall into this pit
I've been waiting for 30 days to fit
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
HOT POT UNBELIEVER
I'm just a runnin away from my old man today
Take his monkey fill with bread
Take his wife and leave him dead
I'm just runnin away to the hills today
Don't you try to look so sad
Don't forget I killed your dad
Hot pot unbeliever
Hot pot unbeliever
You've got scales, I'm on rails
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
I'm just a running away cause my old man is gay
Take his pills and leave him fed
Bilge his purt and raise the dead
I'm a just a running a a way to the a hills a today
Don't you try and name me Gad
Who'd believe I impaled Vlad
Hot pot unbeliever
Hot pot unbeliever
You've got scales, I'm on rails
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
Noon town noon town noon town noon town noon town
Noon town noon town noon town noon town noon town
Cameo spear dance
Cameo spear dance
Hot Pot Unbeliever
Hot Pot Unbeliever
You've got scales, I'm on rails
I can't believe you're still reading these lyrics
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
Hot Pot Unbeliever
Hot Pot Unbeliever
You've got scales, I'm on rails
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
We'll survive the desert yet
IT SEEMS YOUR HEAD IS DAMAGED
When you came into my house with a gunshot to the face
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
When you came to burn them copies of the ruckus at your place
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
When you ordered dim sum and only got the blade
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
When you slipped and hit the curb and were buried in the quake
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
It seems to me
Your head is damaged
Your head is damaged
Your head is damaged
Your head is damaged
You need more bandage
Cause your head is damaged
The one-eyed bandit
Your head is damaged
How do you manage
With your head all damaged?
How do you manage
With your head all damaged?
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
You're not whole babe
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL YOU FUCKERS
She said she gone away to visit the family
He made a god and named it Greg
All get to work for the mighty worship
He stood up tall with open legs
Her hair slashed air trying to break free
Oh whoa don't go
The devil was accused of scratching the God-whip
Oh whoa don't go
Whoa what a way to go down south
She won't sin no more
Whoa holy spirit slaps her mouth
She won't sin no more
But I wish I could see her and Greg
Her and Greg, hell yeah
I've been waiting for all you fuckers
All you fuckers come back home
I've been waiting for all you fuckers
All you fuckers come back home
They missed the comet to take them away
We made a god and named it Greg
All go to sleep and leave a press kit
He stood up tall with open legs
But I dug earth and I want you to stay
Oh whoa don't go
Cause Heaven is a closet with nothing that will fit
Oh whoa don't go
Whoa what a way to go down south
She won't sin no more
Whoa holy spirit slaps her mouth
She won't sin no more
But I wish I could see her and Greg
Her and Greg, hell yeah
I've been waiting for all you fuckers
All you fuckers come back home
I've been waiting for all you fuckers
All you fuckers come back home
All you fuckers, all you fuckers
All you fuckers, all you fuckers
All you fuckers, all you fuckers
All you fuckers, all you fuckers
JUGGERNAZI DREAM
I read a gauge about a lightspeed kingdom
Who colonized a groovy woman in her 50's
They slid some blitz into her heaving bosom
So she could bang a more efficient drum
So you and I and I can cream South Africa
You and I and I can roll on roll on
You and I and I can grind over Aryan
Dreams
Not what they seem cause
I'm losing, I'm driving
How can a wormhole be groovy groovy?
To blast you and pass you up like a
Juggernaut Zulu dream
I can't say much about about the warriors in trench coats
I can't rely on all the people in the temples
But I can jest with all the guardians of the death camps
I passed the test to kill the lawless on the roads
So you and I and I can cream South Africa
You and I and I can roll on roll on
You and I and I can grind over Aryan
Dreams
Not what they seem cause
I'm losing, I'm driving
How can a wormhole be groovy groovy?
To blast you and pass you up like a
Juggernaut Zulu dream
MAN IN THE BACK OF THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Stop there see the officer
"How you sir?"
Yeah how you too!?
"Any bit o' problems?"
No sire
But he wanna look in the trunk
He wanna look in the trunk
Open the hatch
Got a shovel in the back cuz I like to dig at night
Oh hey oh the burial chambers rings
Can you hear my bell?
I'm the man in the back of a haunted house
Got a shovel in the back cuz I like to dig at night
Oh hey oh the burial chambers rings
Can you hear my bell?
I'm the man in the back of a haunted house
You know I live here, you know I do
Wanna hang with you and your radar gun too
In black and white I feel alright
But goodnight, got a package to seal tight
Kicking you in, kicking you in
Kicking you in cause I love you
Kicking you in, kicking you in
Kicking you in cause I love you
Kicking you in, kicking you in
Kicking you in cause I love you
Kicking you in, kicking you in
Kicking you in cause I love you
Got a shovel in the back cuz I like to dig at night
Oh hey oh the burial chambers rings
Can you hear my bell?
I'm the man in the back of a haunted house
Got a shovel in the back cuz I like to dig at night
Oh hey oh the burial chambers rings
Can you hear my bell?
I'm the man in the back of a haunted house
Tonight
Officer leave me alone
OARS IN HANDS (ROW ROW ROW)
Swimming in the river of your own defeat
Put your room on rocks and keep the bourbon neat
Someone has an easy way
Someone sees you weak
Pull you out the stream and pray
The boat don't spring a leak
Oars in hands and oars in hands and
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
Can you feel the current still?
You never had that iron will
Someone has an easy way
Someone sees you weak
Pull you out the stream and pray
The boat don't spring a leak
Oars in hands and oars in hands and
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
Row row row row row to the other side
PAM
One two three four
PAM!
SERIOUSLY I REALLY MEAN IT THIS TIME
Oh we laughed so hard that we ate that joke
That joke, the one about the people who
Stayed inside deaf
And we got real cold outside
So we got jobs and we moved in and got
Paid real fine yeah
So whaddya think is next?
You really gonna choke that hutt right dead?
Whaddya gonna do next?
You almost broke my neck when you said
Time buys time buys time buys you this time
I really mean it this time
I really mean it
So whaddya think is next?
You really gonna choke that hutt right dead?
Whaddya gonna do next?
You almost broke my neck when you said
Time buys time buys time buys you this time
I really mean it this time
I really mean it
With all this bass that I just spent
I could pick up work in detournement
With all this face I need to save
I'd spit on the road we had fresh paved
Time buys time buys time buys you this time
I really mean it this time
I really mean it
Time buys time buys time buys you this time
I really mean it this time
I really mean it
TALK TO CLARE
Shoes on the front porch in my city
You's my best and we both dressed for pity
The worst damn cymbals, clarinets
Shattered softies get upset
The band can't fathom interstellar noise
Chase boys chase boys chase boys chase boys
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
I can talk to Clare, I can talk to Clare
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
I can talk to Clare, I can talk to
Clare, we don't touch the ground
My mind is a geoid, the world is not round
Paint can dry and men can cry
Change your eyes and tell new lies
That's ok, I'm evil too
I just want to drink blood with you
Goebbels and Jung our favorite toys
Chase boys chase boys chase boys chase boys
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
I can talk to Clare, I can talk to Clare
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
I can talk to Clare, I can talk to
Clare, we don't touch the ground
My mind is a geoid, the world is not round
No I can't talk to you
No I can't talk to you
But I can talk to Clare
THE ARRIVAL
On my right there's a mother in the maroon lake
And she's blowing out her candles
And she believes
On my left there's a father lighting honor's stake
And he's killing on the word
And he believes
Don't say your heart's gone astray
I paved you a road through all that you hate
Don't say your world is decay
I gave you the blade and flesh is your fate
Purple I see eleven
Purple I see in heaven
Purple I see eleven
She's purple I see eleven in heaven
Love in the mirror, lovers in the sun
Dining on the organs of the holy ones
Angels carry flowers to the dying bees
Lifting them up onto grateful knees
You, you could have it all
You, you could have it all
But no no no no no no
Murder and pillars of salt
There's a dumpster in the cloud, there a lie that still shouts out
All the answers in the pallette of reanimation
When my black girls fight we sing them songs at night
To teach them to be saintly for a jealous god
You know we work together in an ancient plot
The Prophet caught us molding dirt and just like the clot you'll be
Purple I see eleven
Purple I see in heaven
Purple I see eleven
She's purple I see eleven in heaven
Don't say your heart's gone astray
I paved you a road through all that you hate
Don't say your world is decay
I gave you the blade and flesh is your fate
Purple I see eleven
Purple I see in heaven
Purple I see eleven
She's purple I see eleven in heaven
THE ONLY THING I'LL EVER DO
Saw you at the party girl
Saw your perfect shoulders
Turn around and talk to me
Cause we're just getting older
What a night to see you
Rain throws streetlight in your hair
But we're not in a picture show
So tell me to go up your stair
Everything feels jus damme new
Take my hand and walk me through
Because the only thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
When we get to the preamble
You might need extra warning
Add to our list all the things you wish
And spend the night in morning
The best way that I ever knew
Was to open up and talk to you
Cause the only the thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
Tell me that you need fresh air
Tell me how much I should care
Cause the only the thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
I might not get it all myself
You might have to start this over
Cause the only the thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
So tell me to buy flower honey
Or you know I'll just buy clover
Cause the only thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
The only thing I'll ever do
Is exactly what you tell me to
YOU JUST CAN'T
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
Now why can't I
Why can't I
Why can't I
Love you more than the sun rise up and
Die for you and
Cry for you
Please don't tell me one more time
Right in the middle of my little right eye
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
Now why can't I
Why can't I
Why can't I
Love you more than a trebuchet loves a
Wall, I'm here to
Fall, oh
Darling something blah blah blah (Eddy help me out! --VM)
And now I really do believe that
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
You can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
No you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't
You just can't
YOUR ARMY
I've seen the sound of lies growing longer
I've seen a mound of flies growing stronger
And my walls come down for your army
And my walls come down only for you
And my walls come down for your army
And my walls come down only for you
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo
I've felt the weight of ancients pulling me down
I've felt the hate of ancients scorching the ground
And my walls come down for your army
And my walls come down only for you
And my walls come down for your army
And my walls come down only for you
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo
