TKTTSM

by TKTTSM

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about

"It is the funnest anti-establishment music I have ever put in my ears." – Clay, Nanobot Rock

"There is a distinctly appealing quirkiness to the mysteriously named TKTTSM (say “ticketism”)and their self-titled debut album. Meticulously produced tracks emphasize detailed vocal placement over any kind of blurred mix. The cadence and phrasing of singer Johanna Stahley is frequently found residing somewhere between Florence’s Machine and Gwen Stefani’s more angular moments with No Doubt." - Dave Cromwell, The Deli Mag, August 13, 2013

"If TKTTSM is an acronym for anything, it could very well be 'The Killer Tittering Triage of Sado-Masochism,' since this band is both cute and disgusting." – Alex Hall, KCSU 90.5 FM

"The album’s lead single is “Plastic Fantastic,” a track that sounds like Sleigh Bells and Fol Chen had a baby....For a debut album, TKTTSM shows a well-formed, dynamic young band. Mark down this duo as a band to watch in the future." – Surviving The Golden Age

“Lures you into a warped existence that leaves you whirling. ” – MAGNET

“Imaginative artists of the first order. A knockout psych-rock/candy-pop debut album.” – adequacy.net

"It's a lot of fun to get lost in." – Chicagoist

"To step directly into the minds of Stahley and O’Mahony would prove delightfully dangerous to the public’s health." – Greg, Nanobot Rock

"..sounds a bit like Siouxsie and The Banshees meets The Flaming Lips...It is well worth a listen." – Ginger Coyote, Punk Globe

"They create an aura of confusion and disruption, promoting their abstract ideas through eclectic sound." – WLUR 91.5 FM

"...an electronic seamed work of imaginative experimentation." – Parasites & Sycophants

"Catchy choruses, well-written pop songs with enough noise and avant garde hoo-ha to hold interest. I think Johanna Stahley & Owen O'Mahony...are going to be huge. And deservedly so." Mary Leary, Daggerzine

Contact: tkttsm@gmail.com

credits

released 16 October 2012
Johanna Stahley - Vocals
Owen O’Mahony - Instruments & Backing Vocals
Brian Viglione - Drums
Lauren Zettler - Backing Vocals

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Paul Anthony - Bass on Dear Diary
Sam Bair - Drums on Dear Diary

Produced by Owen O’Mahony & Johanna Stahley
Engineered by Guy Benny, Owen O’Mahony & Johanna Stahley
Mixed by Will Hensley
Mastered by Alan Douches

Album Art by Julia Colavita
Logo by Kimberly & Peter Gronquist
Layout by Tracy Flynn

All Songs Written by Owen O’Mahony & Johanna Stahley
P Sumxuni Records 2012
C Nicicle Music 2012 (ASCAP)

Band Members:

Johanna Stahley - Vocals
Owen O'Mahony - Guitar
Reinder Oldenburger - Guitar
Matt Cusack - Bass
Jacob Colin Cohen - Drums
Lauren Zettler - Synths

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Track Name: Calisthenics
Apparently rocks can’t think straight with alcohol
We drink our 40s neat, a-woo-hoo
Brown bags can insulate us from the fuzz
And make this thug life complete, a-woo-hoo

Exercise your thighs if you wanna get action
Gotta burn, burn the malt liquor that we been packin'
I’m hot and dirty probly little more than you’re used to
In butter, butter pancakes flippin', fuckin' like we do

Apparently cops can’t see straight on Demerol
They drink their coffee tweaked, a-woo-hoo
Big belts can insulate them from the know
And make their souls obsolete, a-woo-hoo

Gotta like the pain
Freezer burn on my membrane
Stimulate your inner vision
To break free from the prison system (gotta get out, get out)

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Plastic Fantastic
It’s a plastic illusion, chemicals are the way
Salvation will arrive when we blow up the USA
If all the institutions disintegrate right now
We will laugh with the children
We are all high

Fantastic, fantastic
Plastic people smile (and die!)

Motivate you got to get your conscience unlocked
Will Jesus come and squeeze us when we’re smokin' that rock?
Will he burn down my ego?
It's a bonfire

Fantastic, fantastic
Plastic people smile (they're happy!)
Fantastic, fantastic
Plastic people smile, smile, smile

Its a plastic illusion
Chemicals are the way
Salvation will arrive
When we blow up the USA

Fantastic, fantastic, fantastic
F-f-f-f-f-fan, fantastic, fantastic
It's fantastic, fantastic
Fantastic, fantastic, plastic, plastic

The entire world, is covered in plastic
The entire world, is covered in plastic
It's covered in plastic
It's covered in plastic
We're covered in plastic
We're covered in plastic

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: I Wanted To
Where you are, I'm not there
When we part, them don't care
When you sleep, I don't dare
When we heart, them don't care, don't care

I wanted to, I wanted to, but I didn’t
I wanted you, I wanted you
But you have gone away
And there’s nothing, nothing I can do

In the dark, all is fair
In our lungs, there’s no air, no air, no air

I wanted to, I wanted to, but I didn’t
I wanted you, I wanted you
But you have gone away
I wanted to, I wanted to, but I didn’t
I wanted you, I wanted you
But you have gone away
And there’s nothing, nothing I can do

I do, I do, I do

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Edumication
Wait a minute while I collect myself
With silence so loud I cannot connect to it
Push, push past your passive capacity
The criminal aspect, I wanna smashy, smashy ooh

Pick up the debris from your past lives
Get out of your head, you're loosing wonder by the minute
Bam, bam goes your fascist tenacity
The barrels of laughter go hahahahahaha ooh

False start, black eyes, edumication, oh yeah
Step back, kick high, ninja-nation, we are all going to

Die by the time we rule the block
1-8-7 on the villains and the dirty cops
Bounce through the octaves, smash out your brains
Lick all the lollipops, you haters are lame
Super lame, super lame, super lame

Wait a minute till the disturbance goes
Methodical mind-sex, my beaver has a fever
Push, push past your big-booty-ass-ity
The girl with the ice cream, I wanna likey, likey ooh

Pick up the disease on your down time
We bubble the soda, that candy makes ya flip ya yoda
Bam, bam go the caps through your galaxy
Cerebro bandito, la cucaracha cha cha cha

Loose parts, dumb guys, edumication, oh yeah
Flip out, glocks high, ninja-nation, we are all going to

Die by the time we rule the block
1-8-7 on the villains and the dirty cops
Bounce through the octaves, smash out your brains
Lick all the lollipops, you haters are lame

Balalala…

Wait a minute while I collect myself
With silence so loud I cannot connect to it
Push, push, push past your passive capacity
The criminal aspect, I wanna smashy, smashy ooh

We're all going to die by the time we rule the block
1-8-7 on the villains and the dirty cops
Bounce through the octaves, smash out your brains
Lick all the lollipops, you haters are lame

Die with the silence, boom, boom, boom
I wanna likey, likey, como tu in el tomb
Bounce to the sticky fingers, smash out your brains
Lost all the lollipops, end of the game

Die, die, die, die….

Wait a minute while I collect myself
With silence so loud I cannot connect to it
Push, push past your passive capacity
The criminal aspect, I wanna smashy, smashy ooh

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Eyeyeye
Fists punchin’ in the sky
Everybody join the exercise
Yai, yai, yai, yai, yai, yai, yai
Fists punchin’ in the sky

When you run, do you leave the ground?
Speckled vision and absent sound
Bones and buildings, pretty much the same
They both grow up and then die again

Future ending, pretending now
Keep performing till your last bow
Sweat and instinct are what you know
On your mark ready get set

Go for the big guns, blow up your loved ones
Yai, yai, yai, yai
Go for the sick fun, future is oblivion
None, none, none, none
Go for the big guns, take in the dead son
Sun, sun, sun, sun
Go for the sick fun, smile as you start to run
Run, run, run, run

Do you run from your friends and foes?
From the tension and love you owe?
Life is vicious, but that’s okay
The mass appeal of death starts today

Fists punching in the sky...

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Dear Diary
Dear diary, how can it be?
That I find myself here
I can be, more than you would ever expect

Turn around, kill the sound
Take love with you
Turn around, kill the sound
Let love spill you

Dear diary, you remember me
As a servant of fear
I can see, more than you would ever expect

Grasping at straws, as you look down your nose
The cards all fall where they may
Cover your eyes, in your own paradise
We all dissolve the same way

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Japanteup
When we wake up and open the sun
Crack the 40s and load up the guns
Free these bones
They’re the same as anyone’s

When you wake up and color the sky
Clear the debris from your mind’s eye
Free your bones
You’re as sane as anyone
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Ahhh

When we hit the surface we are already gone
Catapult reality and slip into Tron
Free these bones
They’re the same as anyone’s

Comfort’s no excuse (dum de-da-do–dum)

Leave now while there’s still a chance
To smash it up without a penalty
The lines are crossed and the cops are lost
The judge no longer has any say
You wanna fuck? Well go ahead
The eyes above are seein’ red
The laughter comes across as insincere
When the cronies with the power hold your one good ear

When you catch a fire, do your boundaries dissolve?
Pain, pressure, supermarkets, let us evolve
Free your bones
You’re a flame like everyone

When we see the silence and cover our eyes
The manic pace illuminates your violent lies
Free these bones
They’re the same as anyone’s
Bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum, bum
Ahhh

The animal, the robot under every disguise
Dopamine and heartache let the future arise
Free these bones
They’re the same as anyone’s

Are we almost finished with this culture’s demise?
Zombies on the televisions clear up their eyes
Free their bones
They’re the same as anyone's

Comforts no excuse

Written by Owen O'Mahony & Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Porcupine
We’ve been hiding from ourselves
We’ve been riding, where to we can’t tell
We’re inciting, biting the elves
We’ll be fighting, watching them all melt

We’re on to you…
Your lies a good one

I want to fight for something worth fighting for
Yai yai yai yai
I wanna live for something worth dying for
Yai yai yai yai

We’re imbibing, trying to evolve
We’ve been dying for far too long
We’ve been monkeys, punks and porcupines
We’re arriving, now our foes dissolve

Your lies a good one

I want to fight for something worth fighting for
Yai yai yai yai
I wanna live for something worth dying for
Yai yai yai yai
I want to fight for something worth fighting for
Yai yai yai yai
I wanna live for something worth dying for
Yai yai yai yai Yai yai yai yai Yai yai yai yai Yai yai yai yai Yai yai yai yai


Written by Owen O'Mahony and Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Focus
Eye to eye we see the chemicals
The fire in our cells burning
Pupils could be free from calamity
If we all took our gaze off of passing dreams

Focus on simple things
It’s all imagination

Side by side we free the animals
The life that we give returning
Mirrors on the trees show mysteries
If we all take our gaze off of passing dreams

Focus on simple things
Transparent fascination

(Let go)
Let go of your 12 karat head trip
(Let go)
The rain longs for your attention
(Okay, let’s play)
(Let’s go)
I arrive the future
(Let’s go)
The planets are eager

My, oh my, our visions coming clear
All the thoughts that were clouded goodbye
Vessels in the sea move the majesty
As we all take our gaze off of passing dreams

Focus on simple things
It’s all imagination
Transparent fascination
It’s all imagination
(Let go)
Focus on simple things
(The life that we give returning)
It’s all imagination
(Let go)
Focus on simple things
(The fire in our cells burning)
It’s all imagination

Written by Owen O'Mahony and Johanna Stahley
C Nicicle Music (ASCAP)