Vong Songs: Humans Make Me Nervous 1
The band proudly proclaims that they are from San Jose any chance they get, but I'm having trouble believing they're not from another planet, beamed down to California to make music geeks miserable. Good luck finding any kind of neat classification for these guys. Not even a very broad definition like 'rock' can restrain them, but that's not to say you shouldn't try yourself. Figuring them out is a lot like doing a New York Times Sunday crossword - you know you'll never get it right, but you press on in the vain hope that today will be the day you finish it all in one sitting. Usurper Vong employs enduring geek-rock devices, like sudden and abrupt changes in rhythm and key, and moaning, spoken-word vocals, with lyrics that barely make sense. The only difference is that they try to look cool doing it, and actually succeed. - Jody Amable sanjose.com Derek had been singing songs in his head for years, but never seemed to find the proper idiom. Derek met Joyce, who said she'd always wanted to play the drums, though already quite proficient on a host of instruments. When Joyce started up a beat, Derek began to sing. And it sounded good. But Joyce and Derek knew they needed more help to make their groove groove. Derek talked his buddy's brother Pete into dropping by the house to drop some bass lines at an impromptu rehearsal. Pete was skeptical at first, but once he heard the line about 'swinging my private parts,' he was hooked. He called another buddy's brother, Aaron, who came by the house one day and proved he must be heard the minute he plugged in and laid it down like an original gangsta. When friends dropped in and asked what they called themselves, somebody called out: 'The Usurpers!' Over time, they came to be known as 'Usurper Vong!'