Sonic Revenge
Ghost Town
Original Release Date: 10/04/2037
This album is currently being decoded. New information will be available on October 4th. The following first appeared in Issue #3 of Heart Beets.
It was a graveyard smash.
Eight tracks that tugged at the heartstrings, banged your head into the nearest brick wall, and spun you around in a magnetic tornado of synthetic beats. Ghost Town’s debut album Tales From The Afterlife, was, for all intents and purposes, the biggest album a ghost, or ghosts, had produced since Prickley Pete’s own debut Ghost With The Most…Marshmallows. Heavily influenced by the fellow spirit, the quintet of Gaspar, Big Vicious, Sorry Sally, Good Luck Thomas, and Alvin could not effectively claim that any one of them alone could produce their sound, like Prickley Pete, but it was their combined talent that made for a roaring debut.
Hailing from deep within the Monstroso Vector (if you see the Dog Stars of Palatine, you’ve gone too far), they were all interested in music from an early age, the pops and snorts of their orphanage ringing a melody that they could never quite recreate but permeated their partially see-through brains. The copper pipes, the oak staircase, dirty glass rims, they all became the time-wasting exercises of spirits with little else to do. Years passed, and so did their evolution.
By the time the decrepit building was demolished, they had armed themselves with an eclectic harmony of beats. The question was, without the finely tuned rust of their former home, would they be able to recreate their unique sound?
Busking on the underground rail line, they made their mark on tourists and residents alike, stealing the sounds of the subway and magically turning it into gold (the preferred payment method of Monstroso Vectorians). Enough of a stash had been built up by sleeping in alleys in the rain and bartering skills (scaring unsuspecting children was their specialty) for food and other necessities.
Two years went by, their purses now overflowing, before they would hit the studio. Untested, untrained, and a little arrogant, they began to lay down the old reliable setlist onto tape. Big Vicious on drums had little trouble syncing to a metronome; Sorry Sally and Good Luck Thomas on guitar faired worse, unable to properly harmonize until they realized that their negatively charged auras were causing polarity problems; Gaspar on bass refused to play more than one song per day; and Alvin, the youngest of the group, did as he was told and performed his stellar synthesizer work in just a few hours.
What followed was the perfect storm: Prickley Pete, who had released his debut six years prior, was still a year away from releasing his megahit Graveley Guybrush and its 50 sea shanties. The universe was clamoring for a new ghost group to fill the gap. Tales From The Afterlife shot to the top of the charts so quickly that it nearly took several planets off their gravitational axis. A whirlwind tour followed, a manager with his own agenda, fans’ unruly thirst for any piece of them, and the crushing weight of superstardom.
It did not end well.
An interview with Big Vicious turned nasty when he was asked if the group had simply stolen Prickley Pete’s persona and split it among the five of them. A couple of tossed tables (and terrifying hauntings later) the media turned on the group, adding fuel to the rumor fire. Prickley Pete, who had isolated himself while making his next record, would not hear about the crisis for some time. In a sympathetic statement, he condemned the media and all who had started the rumor, calling Tales From The Afterlife a “masterpiece,” and extending an offer to work with the group to record more music in any capacity.
Ghost Town, for the moment, was buried. They were released from their contract and their master recordings returned. They quickly found that no record label wanted to work with them…except one.
After many years of searching, the Intergalactic Beets Project finally made contact through a very expensive series of seances and smudging’s that saw to each member’s demands to reenter the studio. The tipping point? Prickley Pete’s earnest involvement.
Their reunification was almost bittersweet. Would the quintet be able to reproduce their sound once more? Would time ruin their synchronicity? Prickley Pete never had a doubt. Running the board and mentoring the young ghosts through their decades-long silence proved the perfect antidote.
Sonic Revenge, their long-awaited sophomore album, could not have come at a better time. Ready to reintroduce themselves to the universe and fill the void with their spooky charm, the boys and girls of the Monstroso Vector were back.
We are proud to present this eight-track epic that smashes the expectations of sophomore slumps. Chock full of knee-slapping beats, charming guitar, haunting synthesizers, and thumping basslines, we hope that our supporters will make one more trip back to Ghost Town. It’s to die for.
Side A
Unfinished Business
Bump In The Night
Somebody’s Watching
The Others
Side B
Sonic Revenge
Prickley
Under The Stairs
Deceive The Eye