Biografía:
Talkshow Boy describes his music as "Hyperactive Glitch Pop", and you couldn't think of a better name for it.
Listening to one of his albums is like watching a bunch of rats on speed eat their way through a wall of fairy floss, or riding on the back of a killer whale 2,000 feet below the surface.
The only thing surpassing his recordings in sheer energy levels are his live performances, in which he walks about the entire venue interacting with the audience, when he's not rolling around on the floor or dancing like a madman.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[VERSE 1]
A B C D
Drink from the wound from the side of the animal
A G A A
Fall to the floor in a splash of lights
A B C D
Skip to the end of the end of the recipe
A
Fall to the floor
Fall, fall, Caravaggio
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel kicky
Gb
I feel courageous
Eb E
I feel claustrophobic
E
I feel cool
E Gb
Red run rivers run dry blood red
Eb E
To the land so low, I'm sloganeering
Gb B
Playing Sega too, growing up like you
[CHORUS]
B Bm
You're so backwards, I'm so forward
B Bm
You buy buy buy into new trends
B Bm
When I look inwards you look outwards
B Bm
Mocking my lifestyle, fucking my friends
B Bm B Am E
While I'm in bed the scum from the speakers slinks on out
Em Gb
So call 1900-POLICE, it's the Mark of the Beast
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[VERSE 2]
A B C D
Drink from the drip from the prick in the artery
A G A A
Shoot to the stars with a league of chums
A B C D
Sip from the stream, so sick of society
A
Postmodernism made punk rock everything
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel better
Gb
I feel ballistic
Eb E
I feel bourgeois and
E
I feel big
E Gb
Dead DJs spin deathrock discs
Eb E
A curse transmitted via 12"
Gb
Too few beats per minute, baby
[CHORUS]
B Bm
Chin up, kids, they're making a killing
B Bm
Dancing hard to horrible bands
B Bm
Who play The Eagles while they are pilling
B Bm
Doing coke, ignoring their fans
B Bm
While I'm in bed with Siskel & Ebert
B Am E
Two thumbs down
Em Gb
So call 411-CRITIQUE, it's your birthright
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[BRIDGE]
E Gb
All I really need is all of my things
Eb E
In the one fixed place at the one fixed time I die
Gb
Give up the ghost
B
It's my birthright
A
Birthrights
B A
B A
B
Motherfuckers
[SOLO]
B A
B A
B A
B A
Motherfuckers (2x)
[OUTRO]
B
A B C D
Drink from the wound from the side of the animal
A G A A
Fall to the floor in a splash of lights
A B C D
Skip to the end of the end of the recipe
A
Fall to the floor
Fall, fall, Caravaggio
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel kicky
Gb
I feel courageous
Eb E
I feel claustrophobic
E
I feel cool
E Gb
Red run rivers run dry blood red
Eb E
To the land so low, I'm sloganeering
Gb B
Playing Sega too, growing up like you
[CHORUS]
B Bm
You're so backwards, I'm so forward
B Bm
You buy buy buy into new trends
B Bm
When I look inwards you look outwards
B Bm
Mocking my lifestyle, fucking my friends
B Bm B Am E
While I'm in bed the scum from the speakers slinks on out
Em Gb
So call 1900-POLICE, it's the Mark of the Beast
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[VERSE 2]
A B C D
Drink from the drip from the prick in the artery
A G A A
Shoot to the stars with a league of chums
A B C D
Sip from the stream, so sick of society
A
Postmodernism made punk rock everything
[PRE-CHORUS]
E
I feel better
Gb
I feel ballistic
Eb E
I feel bourgeois and
E
I feel big
E Gb
Dead DJs spin deathrock discs
Eb E
A curse transmitted via 12"
Gb
Too few beats per minute, baby
[CHORUS]
B Bm
Chin up, kids, they're making a killing
B Bm
Dancing hard to horrible bands
B Bm
Who play The Eagles while they are pilling
B Bm
Doing coke, ignoring their fans
B Bm
While I'm in bed with Siskel & Ebert
B Am E
Two thumbs down
Em Gb
So call 411-CRITIQUE, it's your birthright
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
B Bm
Pop icon, snow cat rival
[BRIDGE]
E Gb
All I really need is all of my things
Eb E
In the one fixed place at the one fixed time I die
Gb
Give up the ghost
B
It's my birthright
A
Birthrights
B A
B A
B
Motherfuckers
[SOLO]
B A
B A
B A
B A
Motherfuckers (2x)
[OUTRO]
B
Talleys
Talo Cruz
Talos
Talulah Gosh
Talya Bultema