The Rocket by Disco Missile
The Moon EP
A concept EP revolving around “the first band to play on the moon”.
The first song 'Jet' performed on the departure tarmac, the second song The Rocket' performed under the roar of the rocket engines during the trip to the moon and the remaining songs performed on the moon. Though the band never left the basement it is clear that all involved did not have their feet on the ground through this entire session. Considered to be the first 'listenable' Disco Missile recording, this is definitely the first with pop sensibility and structure, though loose and uneven at times, a true feat considering all the tracks on this recording were improvised on the spot and under the manic influence of multiple tabs of LSD 25. No songs were pre-written (though a quasi-reprise of ‘viva la shakes’ from the ‘Monoject’ session pops out of the tail end of ‘the sloth’ recording) even the drum machine programing was done during the set-up of each recording. After 4 previous recording sessions the bands psychic abilities were coming 'in tune' or as Scottie would belt out ‘it’s all coming together’. Please enjoy at full throttle and with your seat belt fastened.
- the management
Eddie Blade – vocals, programming, synth, bass on ‘Sloth’
Todd Vigorous (as Armando Bizarro) – bass, guitar on ‘Gravity’
William Hellfire –guitar, bass on ‘Gravity’
Scottie (as agent 78) – vocals, horn, bummers
Contemporary recollections of the Moon Ep. to be read by a cozy fire, preferably the burning of your car.
The Night before this recording session Gerbil Church played a show at Escapades in Jersey City. The first and only ‘Club Appearance’ for this band. Eddie Blade made a guest appearance playing harp and delivering a Birthday Cake (on stage) for Scottie’s 20th. Later that night, intoxicated by the ‘spotlight’, eyeing a handful of possible groupies in the parking lot while trying to navigate Billy Lewis (a white Chevette) out of a particularly tightly squeezed space, Scottie scrapped a yellow VW Beetle. Hyped from the rock ‘N’ roll and complimentary soda pops, a minor panic ensued. I, sitting in the passenger seat and only witness, opted for ‘outlaw statues’ and together we decided to ‘high tale it outa there’. The scrape being so minor the incident left my mind as soon as we left the parking lot; perching quietly in Scottie’s subconscious, waiting for the right moment to swoop in and strike.
The next morning round 9 a.m. Eddie, Todd, Scottie and I, dropped multiple tabs of LSD and set up for the usual Disco Missile recording session. Our friend Julie showed up to take the plunge and sing backups. A wider dynamic than the usual three-piece, having five people coming up on an L.S.D. rush while trying to orchestrate a recording session. To add to the confusion there were hot open mics in the room to capture multiple vocals and tambourine playing, a live guitar amp used to preamp out into the 4 track in attempt to create more separation and get an authentic less ‘flat’ or ‘direct’ sound. Tim also brought his home made synthesizer which was a busted 8 band stereo EQ which now gave off a reference tone which could be manipulated with the EQ faders. After an hour of set up we blew through the first improvisation JET which was an immediate hit as we listened through headphone playback.
Before hunkering down to record for hours on end we decided to take a quick walk outside. It had snowed a few days before but the weather was close to sixty degrees. The sun was out and the snow was melting away, everything was glowing outside. I thought it would be funny to commandeer a frozen trout that had been stuffed at the back of the freezer for the past year; the perfect prop for a stroll down the street. I also put on a pair of swirly eyed glasses, my hair was bleached, scraggly and dyed green and my jacket was a vintage pleather long coat that looked as if it had been run over by a mac truck on multiple occasions. My pants were plaid. I took one look in the mirror and became the ‘fish mischief man’. Halfway down the street I could sense Scotty getting a bit freaked out as if our grab ass monkeying around was attracting attention, though nobody was really out and about. We all decided it best to go back inside and finish recording so I chucked the frozen fish in a neighbor’s open pick-up truck bed (surprise for later) and went inside to change my wet socks.
After what seemed and eternity trying to figure out how to navigate my sock draw and then re-apply sneakers; I realized something was amiss. Scotty was freaking out about something and Todd was trying to talk him out of his newly climbed tree. After some confusion it was determined that Scottie thought our little tromp down the street had alarmed the neighbors; they knew we were drug fiends and had been on their porches dialing the police ….also being Scottie hit that car last night the police were looking for him. Scottie had “THE FEAR”, that disjointed, other worldly panic that had no holdings in the realm of logic, which lived only in an alternate reality of waking nightmare apparitions. Joking around with Scott we concluded that we had better head to Mexico right after the recording session. Scottie believed we had to leave NOW. Finally Todd talked him out of it, but then said something like if something was going to happen it would have happened by now, and then started blowing a trumpet. Scottie’s FEAR came back.
The real ‘mischief man’ in this equation was Tim; he hit record and lit up the room mics as soon as Scottie hit the fan. Part of the freak-out appears before “The Rocket” track which is the second track on the tape. This acid test recording comes after a Buck Rodgers sample, appropriately because Scottie boy had left the planet!
You can hear the gibbering electric madness in Scotties delivery both on Jet and The Rocket.
The Rocket was mixed live by a ‘peaking’ Eddie Blade, who with all the cacophony in the room couldn’t quite balance the ‘synth to rest of band’ ratio and basically drowned everything out creating a massive explosive psychedelic romp. During playback it was decided that the bad had recorded a ‘trip to the moon’ and there was a song being played under the roar of the rocket engines. Hence the space travel and concert concept was born. In an attempt to re-record the song we attempted to play during the trip, the third song, “fish mischief man” was rolled out. About this time Scottie recruited Julie to retreat to the kitchen to clean things up in a last ditch effort to maintain our innocence. His idea was if the cops did come and they saw everything in order, neat and tidy they wouldn’t suspect us a bunch of low-life cretins who could be guilty of any ‘fish mischief’ or hit and run shenanigans! The kitchen was never cleaner. The Band went on to record The Sloth into a reprise of Viva la Shakes! Then a misguided romp on each other’s instruments: and a clandestine appearance at the GRAVITY ROOM, an imaginary disco joint on the moon. This train wreck of a track should have been skipped but the Disco Missile ethic was “like the Indians use the whole animal” and for purity’s sake all train wrecks were included, no track left behind. The band then recorded Billy Lewis, about Scottie’s car and the follies of careless driving. Tim went into the bathroom with his microphone to record the vocals on “Two Fat Guys Eating Hot Dogs”, which was the only image that came to mind when the initial drum program and guitar riffs started tooling around. Ending with mix down with a reprise of the Rocket/ Fish Mischief Man called “Moon Police”, which were apparently still after fugitive SGB.
– William Hellfire
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