First there was Freddy. But then came Ashley, a lynx-like anthropoid slinking up PCH like a panther. This is the Hard Place of tomorrow as well as yesterday. Their newest release, Get Your Hopes Up is a long late ride out into the purple desert. It is the rich golden haze of the Pacific sun combing through the hills of Malibu, a light that can be touched, a light that can be breathed. It is long slow glances from Mexican maids in hotel lobbies; it is a howling deep down inside the concrete reservoirs that stretch out and around downtown. When you listen to this monumental achievement of kitsch, glitz and glamour, of defeat, loss and foolishness, you conjure up the true spirit of Camp. And everyone knows, that Camp is the lie that tells the truth.
Ashley and Freddy, along with earth shattering beats and grooves from Tom and Elisha, have chiseled a diamond with their hearts, their pussies, their cocks, and their no-no uh-uh's! They are making real gravy up on this motha fucka and will let pretty much anyone lick their spoon! Dont miss out on this truly original and brand new record. It will make you shake yo ass like a little black girl after Sunday school or like a gorilla who just got laid, Get your hopes up, go ahead! Hard Place.
"The album is electronic rock with great lyrics (A pearl necklace is better than a diamond ring!) all delivered with humor, genuine talent and skill." -- L.A. RECORD
"This hard rocking L.A. quartet's live shows are making headlines wherever they go (typical blog reports refer to a wake of "beer on the floor, vomit in the pool, glitter everywhere"), so I'm glad to report, based on the strength of their debut, that the hype is worth the effort to catch them at all costs." -- Jeff Penczak, Foxy Digitalis