The Godfather and present-day bloater.
Searches (click the photos to visit the sites!):
1. Two Step With Marlon Brando. Pop punk / rock / 2 step from New Jersey.
Nothing like a bit of shitty pop-punk to get things going. In terms of keeping in time with each other, these kids are in about as good a shape as Katie Price’s labia, though the sloppiness does add a certain charm to the archetypal nice-guy pussyfied musings. They remind me a tad of very early Lillingtons, minus the sci-fi references. I hope they realise the pop-punk dream of puting out a couple of shoddy releases on a record label no one cares about before accidentally stumbling upon the Replacements and then dismissing their stupidly-named group as simply ‘finding themselves’.
2. Marlon Brando. Rap / hip hop / R&B from California.
There’s nothing worse in my opinion than music like this – moderatly popular, nice-sounding hip-hop with no swearing, no references to automatic weaponry and certainly no childish dick metaphors. Though looking at this chap’s press photos, and listening to his beats, it’s no wonder there isn’t much bragging going on. This lacks the kind of gentle humour and memorable lyrics that made early NWA compositions such a joy to behold, and for these reasons, it should be avoided at all costs.
3. Marlon Brando, Pocahontas & Me. Pop / down tempo / electroacoustic from New York.
It’s hard to do any MySpace searches without uncovering at least one lone dork, recording safe music from his bedroom. Look at the photo. Just look at him, clutching the little hat that no doubt accompanied him to many a low-key emo show, whatever the weather. These songs would go down a storm with a crowd that can’t get enough of painfully slow, rambling nothingness.