Here's the latest from Suck Cock City, UT courtesy of SLUG Magazine:
The Yuppie Pricks may be a gimmick band, but their gimmick works so well and they rock so hard you won’t even care. Posing as conservative millionaire douchebags, the Pricks deliver ironic, scathing and often hilarious indictments against the ruling class. Vocalist Trevor Middleton sounds like Jello Biafra at his snottiest, and the rest of the band takes more than a few cues from the Dead Kennedys and other early-80s punk rockers. "Greed is Good" and "Fraternity Days" are funny, if a bit predictable, but one of the best tracks is "Collars Up." Who ever would’ve thought there would be a punk rock song that advocates the ever-so douchey practice of collar-popping? Protest songs are all over the place these days, but they’re rarely as clever or effective as the 10 tunes found on Balls. –Ricky Vigil
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Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
For Once, Left Is Right
Looks like the liberal media is finally coming around to our way of thinking... check out our latest review courtesy of our slightly-less-misguided-than-we-thought-friends at Left Of The Dial Magazine:
Yuppie Pricks/Balls: Chicken Ranch - "Former clean cut, vest-wearing honchos from Alternative Tentacles, these Austin punk ramblers stab out an approach that is more like the Fleshies than their fellow citizens Complete Control, producing rambunctious hybrids like “G.O.P.” which actually sounds like Jello Biafra singing for the late period Buzzcocks (actually the tune hijacks the ‘Cocks’ “E.S.P.”). To keep things grounded in blatant localism and Texas fun punk pride, they also unhook a hell raising, big guitar swagger version of the Big Boy’s “Frat Cars,” just to expose their relished roots. “Male Models” strikes a match that burns like Southern California punk, sing-along slobbers and all, though it’s actually a butch version of the Undertones song (and not the Sleater Kinney song of the same name!). Their own swan song of pride and punctiliousness, “Loser,” unloads lines about guys pumping gas, empty pockets too big and blank to pay for cocaine, while the yuppies like the band fill the nation with a portfolio of white lies of proper world order. The irony drips like bacon fat, even flooding back into the song “Greed is Good,” which reads like a rampant and raging treatise by Adam Smith, cataloging how we should “squeeze every dollar from ever deal,” squeeze the hell outta lemons for lemonade, and avoid the wasted work of lunch time. “Prick4Life” could even make a fan of the Supersuckers bang their dirty hair across the floor in Budweiser bellows. Lastly, note how they really churn the machismo sex sauce and steal the swagger from the Black Crowes on the album cover. Get your Izod collars up and prepare the naked girl sushi, the time is ripe for raking in the fortune!"
Yuppie Pricks/Balls: Chicken Ranch - "Former clean cut, vest-wearing honchos from Alternative Tentacles, these Austin punk ramblers stab out an approach that is more like the Fleshies than their fellow citizens Complete Control, producing rambunctious hybrids like “G.O.P.” which actually sounds like Jello Biafra singing for the late period Buzzcocks (actually the tune hijacks the ‘Cocks’ “E.S.P.”). To keep things grounded in blatant localism and Texas fun punk pride, they also unhook a hell raising, big guitar swagger version of the Big Boy’s “Frat Cars,” just to expose their relished roots. “Male Models” strikes a match that burns like Southern California punk, sing-along slobbers and all, though it’s actually a butch version of the Undertones song (and not the Sleater Kinney song of the same name!). Their own swan song of pride and punctiliousness, “Loser,” unloads lines about guys pumping gas, empty pockets too big and blank to pay for cocaine, while the yuppies like the band fill the nation with a portfolio of white lies of proper world order. The irony drips like bacon fat, even flooding back into the song “Greed is Good,” which reads like a rampant and raging treatise by Adam Smith, cataloging how we should “squeeze every dollar from ever deal,” squeeze the hell outta lemons for lemonade, and avoid the wasted work of lunch time. “Prick4Life” could even make a fan of the Supersuckers bang their dirty hair across the floor in Budweiser bellows. Lastly, note how they really churn the machismo sex sauce and steal the swagger from the Black Crowes on the album cover. Get your Izod collars up and prepare the naked girl sushi, the time is ripe for raking in the fortune!"
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Thou Shalt Covet Thy Neighbor's Balls
From YuppiePunk.org:
Check out “Balls,” the new record from the Yuppie Pricks, which we’d be remiss not to link to since their name so close to ours. Great album cover too — an homage to the Black Crowes’ banned cover for “Amorica.”
Check out “Balls,” the new record from the Yuppie Pricks, which we’d be remiss not to link to since their name so close to ours. Great album cover too — an homage to the Black Crowes’ banned cover for “Amorica.”
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A Critic's Guide To The Yuppie Pricks
Recently we came across another example of classic liberal media bias courtesy of the San Francisco Foghorn. San Francisco - home of the red-diaper doper baby... who'd have guessed they wouldn't get it?
But what's particularly brilliant about this gem of journalistic gerrymandering is that after spending three and half paragraphs praising our genius - mostly through plagarized quotes from our bio and existing press - they have a sudden attack of white, liberal guilt, and slam us in the final few sentences.
And we were getting along so well. Pity.
But since some people seem genuinely confused when presented with an album as intellectually challenging as Balls, please - allow us to simplify what is apparently an overly complex process for some of you:
Step 1 - Open The Friggin' CD.
We know this is a tough one for most of you so-called 'critics' - esp. with your dick in your hand. But if we can chop out a line on the dashboard of our M3 while doing 120 MPH with two fingers in a super-model's snatch and a bluetooth in both ears, then we think you should be able to open a little plastic case, take out the bright, shiny object inside, insert it into the appropriate slot, and press 'play'. Do we really have to draw you a diagram?
Step 2 - Listen To The CD.
Just a reminder for our good friends at Blender/Maxim (see previous post), as well as our gal-pals over at the 'Horn - it doesn't count as a 'review' if all you did was read the song titles on the back, regurgitate a few quotes from our publicist, and call it a day. Although we will give you credit for proving that you can actually read and write at a 6th grade level, and aren't just a high-gloss version of Highlights Magazine. Sometimes we have our doubts. Blender did just run a feature on the Pussycat Dolls talking about 'reincarnation'. FAIL.
Step 3 - Absorb The Message.
We understand that not everyone is blessed with the intellectual cajones to fully grasp our message - but we think we can dumb it down enough for even you. So here goes: We have wealth. And wealth is awesome. Therefore, through the transitive properties of wealth, we are awesome. This is why we make all your money, drive all your cars, and bang all your bitches. Simple.
Step 4 - Embrace The Lifestyle.
A lot of bands talk about being successful, but very few tell you how to actually BECOME successful. But we can't help those who don't want to help themselves. Go get a tattoo that says 'Prick4Life' - then maybe we can talk.
Step 5 - Don't Puss Out.
Sure, we've heard it all. From the 'novelty' band tag, to the DK's comparisons, to the simple refusal to acknowledge our status as the single greatest thing to ever happen to punk rock. But if you think you're ready to step up to the plate and levy some ACTUAL criticism, then prove it by doing something other than recycling the same tired, old rock critic cliches. We need a good laugh with our morning cup of joe. You know - the one your mom pours for us everyday? Someone's gotta' pay the bills while you're still living out of your parents' basement, holmes. Out.
But what's particularly brilliant about this gem of journalistic gerrymandering is that after spending three and half paragraphs praising our genius - mostly through plagarized quotes from our bio and existing press - they have a sudden attack of white, liberal guilt, and slam us in the final few sentences.
And we were getting along so well. Pity.
But since some people seem genuinely confused when presented with an album as intellectually challenging as Balls, please - allow us to simplify what is apparently an overly complex process for some of you:
Step 1 - Open The Friggin' CD.
We know this is a tough one for most of you so-called 'critics' - esp. with your dick in your hand. But if we can chop out a line on the dashboard of our M3 while doing 120 MPH with two fingers in a super-model's snatch and a bluetooth in both ears, then we think you should be able to open a little plastic case, take out the bright, shiny object inside, insert it into the appropriate slot, and press 'play'. Do we really have to draw you a diagram?
Step 2 - Listen To The CD.
Just a reminder for our good friends at Blender/Maxim (see previous post), as well as our gal-pals over at the 'Horn - it doesn't count as a 'review' if all you did was read the song titles on the back, regurgitate a few quotes from our publicist, and call it a day. Although we will give you credit for proving that you can actually read and write at a 6th grade level, and aren't just a high-gloss version of Highlights Magazine. Sometimes we have our doubts. Blender did just run a feature on the Pussycat Dolls talking about 'reincarnation'. FAIL.
Step 3 - Absorb The Message.
We understand that not everyone is blessed with the intellectual cajones to fully grasp our message - but we think we can dumb it down enough for even you. So here goes: We have wealth. And wealth is awesome. Therefore, through the transitive properties of wealth, we are awesome. This is why we make all your money, drive all your cars, and bang all your bitches. Simple.
Step 4 - Embrace The Lifestyle.
A lot of bands talk about being successful, but very few tell you how to actually BECOME successful. But we can't help those who don't want to help themselves. Go get a tattoo that says 'Prick4Life' - then maybe we can talk.
Step 5 - Don't Puss Out.
Sure, we've heard it all. From the 'novelty' band tag, to the DK's comparisons, to the simple refusal to acknowledge our status as the single greatest thing to ever happen to punk rock. But if you think you're ready to step up to the plate and levy some ACTUAL criticism, then prove it by doing something other than recycling the same tired, old rock critic cliches. We need a good laugh with our morning cup of joe. You know - the one your mom pours for us everyday? Someone's gotta' pay the bills while you're still living out of your parents' basement, holmes. Out.
Apology Accepted
Recent word came in at Yuppie Pricks H.Q. that this month's Blender Magazine - which features perrenial Sunset Stripper skanks The Pussycat Dolls on the cover - gives the Pricks their props with a picture of Balls along with the accompanying headline 'CD we didn't even crack open'.
No offense guys - but your journalistic 'integrity' makes Jason Blair and James Frey look like Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
Memo to Blender: "P.U.S.S.Why"?
But in all seriousness - kudos to Blender for at least manning-up and admitting they didn't open the CD. Unlike their recent gaff over at sister magazine, Maxim involving the Black Crowes, they at least owned up to the fact that they're either illiterate, lazy, or just plain retarded.
Maybe the Pussycat Dolls can show you how to operate a CD player next time, guys. 'Til then, apology accepted.
No offense guys - but your journalistic 'integrity' makes Jason Blair and James Frey look like Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
Memo to Blender: "P.U.S.S.Why"?
But in all seriousness - kudos to Blender for at least manning-up and admitting they didn't open the CD. Unlike their recent gaff over at sister magazine, Maxim involving the Black Crowes, they at least owned up to the fact that they're either illiterate, lazy, or just plain retarded.
Maybe the Pussycat Dolls can show you how to operate a CD player next time, guys. 'Til then, apology accepted.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Exiles On Wall Street
PartyEnds - Balls To The RNC
"In honor of the RNC ending last night, let’s listen to the Yuppie Pricks. Can someone please get these guys on The Colbert Report as the house band for a week?! Please? I think the heroes of America would really enjoy the astounding satire, and hell, even the huge crotch shot on the cover of their new album Balls.
If enough people buy this record, Sarah Palin will drop out of the vice presidential race and be replaced by Jeb Bush who will then take office after McCain dies giving the country another 4 years with a Bush in office. Nothing would make the Yuppie Pricks happier. Get your polo collars up, start buying low and selling high with these starter tracks. Once you are hooked, pick up Balls on Austin imprint Chicken Ranch Records."
Radio Exile - Yuppie Pricks Kick Ass
"I can’t be sure if I am supposed to take the following seriously, so I will put it out there for you all to decide instead. These guys rock pretty hard, so we wanted to posted the tasty tunes that accompanied what turned out to be the first ever “double you tee eff” moment this week!
Oh man, this is sorta sweet, but this is coming from the guy who thought Quit Your Dayjob were pretty rad. In hindsight, what I said there was right, however, I am prone to random moments of “badger the wife with silly song lyrics,” so this sort of works, you know?"
"In honor of the RNC ending last night, let’s listen to the Yuppie Pricks. Can someone please get these guys on The Colbert Report as the house band for a week?! Please? I think the heroes of America would really enjoy the astounding satire, and hell, even the huge crotch shot on the cover of their new album Balls.
If enough people buy this record, Sarah Palin will drop out of the vice presidential race and be replaced by Jeb Bush who will then take office after McCain dies giving the country another 4 years with a Bush in office. Nothing would make the Yuppie Pricks happier. Get your polo collars up, start buying low and selling high with these starter tracks. Once you are hooked, pick up Balls on Austin imprint Chicken Ranch Records."
Radio Exile - Yuppie Pricks Kick Ass
"I can’t be sure if I am supposed to take the following seriously, so I will put it out there for you all to decide instead. These guys rock pretty hard, so we wanted to posted the tasty tunes that accompanied what turned out to be the first ever “double you tee eff” moment this week!
Oh man, this is sorta sweet, but this is coming from the guy who thought Quit Your Dayjob were pretty rad. In hindsight, what I said there was right, however, I am prone to random moments of “badger the wife with silly song lyrics,” so this sort of works, you know?"
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Ooops, We Did It Again
The Devil Has The Best Tuna
"You may think that punk rock is the music of the poor, the music of the dispossessed angry at their exclusion from the fruits of rampant global capitalism. Well here are the superbly monickered Yuppie Pricks to negate everything you ever thought about punk.
They claim to have parents in the upper tax bracket, have songs called 'Greed Is Good', 'F**k You, I'm Rich' and 'Frat Cars' and the band allegedly includes a multimillionaire stockbroker who lists among his hobbies “hunting endangered species”, a pharmaceutical business magnate and a third-generation divorce lawyer. I'm not sure how much of this is real and how much is mere media myth making but they certainly make a punked up racket laced with enough humour to make a US customs officer laugh.
Their last album was released on Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles album and unsurprisingly they're a unique blend of The Dead Kennedys punk rock fury and Harry Enfield's satire on late 80's greedy young nouveau riche Loadsamoney.
Punk's not dead it's just been away misappropriating pension funds and now it's back to scare the butler."
"You may think that punk rock is the music of the poor, the music of the dispossessed angry at their exclusion from the fruits of rampant global capitalism. Well here are the superbly monickered Yuppie Pricks to negate everything you ever thought about punk.
They claim to have parents in the upper tax bracket, have songs called 'Greed Is Good', 'F**k You, I'm Rich' and 'Frat Cars' and the band allegedly includes a multimillionaire stockbroker who lists among his hobbies “hunting endangered species”, a pharmaceutical business magnate and a third-generation divorce lawyer. I'm not sure how much of this is real and how much is mere media myth making but they certainly make a punked up racket laced with enough humour to make a US customs officer laugh.
Their last album was released on Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles album and unsurprisingly they're a unique blend of The Dead Kennedys punk rock fury and Harry Enfield's satire on late 80's greedy young nouveau riche Loadsamoney.
Punk's not dead it's just been away misappropriating pension funds and now it's back to scare the butler."
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saving The Best For Last
Last Days of Man on Earth 2.0
"Yuppie Pricks - Balls (Chicken Ranch Records) 2008. It had to be more than just coincidence that caused the new album by Yuppie Pricks to arrive at the Last Days of Man on Earth World HQ. Had to be. I mean, I had just finished writing about the underlying conservatism of hardcore and I get this thing in the mail? An album with songs entitiled “G.O.P.” and “Fraternity Days”? With lyrics that explore the neverending joys of being rich, white, republican males from TexASS? HAD to be more than coincidence. Right?
Well, no. Ascribing anything more than coincidence to this would mean that I believe in fate and Stumble has no time for fatalism. The boys in Yuppie Pricks? They do. They believe they were fated to be the “haves” while you dear readers are “have-nots”. Like they say they are “model guys, fraternity links with national ties”. Who the fuck are you? Just some punk loser flipping burgers. This is not me talking. This is where Yuppie Pricks are coming from. Can you get next to that?
Sure the album is a novelty record in the same sense that a Gwar album is. Sure the novelty can wear thin at times. I mean, you’re gonna ask me to listen to a song with the title “G.O.P.” after eight fuckin’ years of GW Dipshit? When the mere mention of McCain and his traveling Hockey Mom sideshow is enough to throw me into homicidal paroxisms of rage and distemper? And the song is actually good enough that I find myself singing along and laughing at how offensively stupid the whole thing is? I find myself enjoying the whole album?
Well, that takes balls, mi amigo. Balls indeed."
"Yuppie Pricks - Balls (Chicken Ranch Records) 2008. It had to be more than just coincidence that caused the new album by Yuppie Pricks to arrive at the Last Days of Man on Earth World HQ. Had to be. I mean, I had just finished writing about the underlying conservatism of hardcore and I get this thing in the mail? An album with songs entitiled “G.O.P.” and “Fraternity Days”? With lyrics that explore the neverending joys of being rich, white, republican males from TexASS? HAD to be more than coincidence. Right?
Well, no. Ascribing anything more than coincidence to this would mean that I believe in fate and Stumble has no time for fatalism. The boys in Yuppie Pricks? They do. They believe they were fated to be the “haves” while you dear readers are “have-nots”. Like they say they are “model guys, fraternity links with national ties”. Who the fuck are you? Just some punk loser flipping burgers. This is not me talking. This is where Yuppie Pricks are coming from. Can you get next to that?
Sure the album is a novelty record in the same sense that a Gwar album is. Sure the novelty can wear thin at times. I mean, you’re gonna ask me to listen to a song with the title “G.O.P.” after eight fuckin’ years of GW Dipshit? When the mere mention of McCain and his traveling Hockey Mom sideshow is enough to throw me into homicidal paroxisms of rage and distemper? And the song is actually good enough that I find myself singing along and laughing at how offensively stupid the whole thing is? I find myself enjoying the whole album?
Well, that takes balls, mi amigo. Balls indeed."
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Bananarama
From our new best friends over at BANANASPAM:
The Yuppie Pricks give it the old college try!
"In my humble opinion the death of any music form is when it loses its sense of humor, and there are ample occurrences of this down through the rock n roll age. From progressive rock in the early ‘70s to jazzy house and trip hop in the late ‘90s the history of popular music is strewn with the detritus (god I love that word) jettisoned from opuses (did you know that another plural form of opus is opera, hmmm) of an earnest nature. So when I got an email from those highly attractive, driven, astonishingly good looking yet humble and kind folks at Fanatic Promotion (sycophantic moi?) about a band from Texas called The Yuppie Pricks I had to investigate.
Today I have their CD resting in my shweaty little mitt. It is touchingly (fnar fnar) called Balls and is ten tracks of break neck speed, melodic, driving and fun filled punk rock. The band comprised of pharmaceutical business magnate,Trevor Middleton (vocals), tgird generation divorce lawyer, Deuce Hollingsworth (guitar), Preston Hetherington (guitar), Ricky the Intern (bass) and Nigel Smythen-Wesson (drums) are based in Austin, Texas and are signed to the delightful Chicken Ranch Records label, which is also home to kick ass, Nashville, garage rockers The Clutters (check out their Don’t Believe A Word CD from last year).
Yuppie Pricks deal in reserve psychology punk by ironically celebrating the materialist excesses of the upwardly mobile in songs like “Greed Is Good,” “Fraternity Days,” and my personal favorite, “”Fuck You, I’m Rich,” which are tinged with old school UK punk, Black Flag and Dead Kennedys touches. And they get further love from me by covering a song by my one of my all time cherished bands, a tearing remake of “Male Model” by Derry’s finest, The Undertones, my local band when I was growing up and purveyors of top notch, total fun, pop punk. The choice of this tune by Yuppie Pricks is a testament to their fine choice in influences, which no doubt accompanies their fine choices in Brooks Brothers button down collar shirts and Bass Weejun loafers. This is punk rock with a message that you can laugh along to as well. Seems timely."
The Yuppie Pricks give it the old college try!
"In my humble opinion the death of any music form is when it loses its sense of humor, and there are ample occurrences of this down through the rock n roll age. From progressive rock in the early ‘70s to jazzy house and trip hop in the late ‘90s the history of popular music is strewn with the detritus (god I love that word) jettisoned from opuses (did you know that another plural form of opus is opera, hmmm) of an earnest nature. So when I got an email from those highly attractive, driven, astonishingly good looking yet humble and kind folks at Fanatic Promotion (sycophantic moi?) about a band from Texas called The Yuppie Pricks I had to investigate.
Today I have their CD resting in my shweaty little mitt. It is touchingly (fnar fnar) called Balls and is ten tracks of break neck speed, melodic, driving and fun filled punk rock. The band comprised of pharmaceutical business magnate,Trevor Middleton (vocals), tgird generation divorce lawyer, Deuce Hollingsworth (guitar), Preston Hetherington (guitar), Ricky the Intern (bass) and Nigel Smythen-Wesson (drums) are based in Austin, Texas and are signed to the delightful Chicken Ranch Records label, which is also home to kick ass, Nashville, garage rockers The Clutters (check out their Don’t Believe A Word CD from last year).
Yuppie Pricks deal in reserve psychology punk by ironically celebrating the materialist excesses of the upwardly mobile in songs like “Greed Is Good,” “Fraternity Days,” and my personal favorite, “”Fuck You, I’m Rich,” which are tinged with old school UK punk, Black Flag and Dead Kennedys touches. And they get further love from me by covering a song by my one of my all time cherished bands, a tearing remake of “Male Model” by Derry’s finest, The Undertones, my local band when I was growing up and purveyors of top notch, total fun, pop punk. The choice of this tune by Yuppie Pricks is a testament to their fine choice in influences, which no doubt accompanies their fine choices in Brooks Brothers button down collar shirts and Bass Weejun loafers. This is punk rock with a message that you can laugh along to as well. Seems timely."
Welcome to the Cultcha Club
Another stellar review, courtesy of Subba-Cultcha:
Yuppie Pricks - Balls: A lively enough flurry of punk rock cooked in America’s traditional sauces
"According to their press release The Yuppie Pricks are ‘reminiscent of bands such as The Sex Pistols, Black Flag and The Dead Kennedys’. Rather an ambitious announcement to make I think. I failed to uncover the slightest trace of Sex Pistols similarities. I shall allow them the Dead Kennedys one but based more on the Jello Biafra vocal delivery rather than any real musical likeness. And Black Flag are such a parcel of everything that I’m sure there may exist bits of that in their somewhere too. Regardless though of what’s there and what’s not The Yuppie Pricks are quite a good band and this is a rather decent album.
The opening track ‘Collars Up’ is the one that contains the vocal likeness of Jello Biafra. The song itself is a very rapid, short lived attack lasting all of 59 seconds but it does a good job as opener with the speed being beneficial to its purpose, almost like a very quick and simple introduction to the band that doesn’t need to be fussed over. ‘Greed Is Good’ is noticeably slower but the momentum remains steadfast enough ensuring a smooth hand over to the meaty intro of ‘Donkey Show’. ‘Frat Cars’ is a twitching volley and my favourite song on the album. It ups the pace noticeably and opens up the whole record brilliantly. Following on is ‘Fraternity Days’ and ‘Fuck You, I’m Rich’ There isn’t any obvious weaknesses anywhere and the catchy ‘Male Model’ followed by ‘G.O.P’ then ‘Loser’ was a great way to spend 6 minutes. Final track ‘Prick 4 Life’ is an inspired closer to a record that rarely drops a stitch from start to finish."
Yuppie Pricks - Balls: A lively enough flurry of punk rock cooked in America’s traditional sauces
"According to their press release The Yuppie Pricks are ‘reminiscent of bands such as The Sex Pistols, Black Flag and The Dead Kennedys’. Rather an ambitious announcement to make I think. I failed to uncover the slightest trace of Sex Pistols similarities. I shall allow them the Dead Kennedys one but based more on the Jello Biafra vocal delivery rather than any real musical likeness. And Black Flag are such a parcel of everything that I’m sure there may exist bits of that in their somewhere too. Regardless though of what’s there and what’s not The Yuppie Pricks are quite a good band and this is a rather decent album.
The opening track ‘Collars Up’ is the one that contains the vocal likeness of Jello Biafra. The song itself is a very rapid, short lived attack lasting all of 59 seconds but it does a good job as opener with the speed being beneficial to its purpose, almost like a very quick and simple introduction to the band that doesn’t need to be fussed over. ‘Greed Is Good’ is noticeably slower but the momentum remains steadfast enough ensuring a smooth hand over to the meaty intro of ‘Donkey Show’. ‘Frat Cars’ is a twitching volley and my favourite song on the album. It ups the pace noticeably and opens up the whole record brilliantly. Following on is ‘Fraternity Days’ and ‘Fuck You, I’m Rich’ There isn’t any obvious weaknesses anywhere and the catchy ‘Male Model’ followed by ‘G.O.P’ then ‘Loser’ was a great way to spend 6 minutes. Final track ‘Prick 4 Life’ is an inspired closer to a record that rarely drops a stitch from start to finish."
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sometimes We Impress Even Ourselves
Here Comes The Flood: "Balls is album to be played at top volume to scare the shit out of the dorks down the hall. Housed in a sleeve that is a belated answer to the Black Crowes' Amorica it deserves top billing on this year's list of best punk albums. Punk is not dead, it just changed its wardrobe."
Left Hip Magazine: "A bizarre 180˚ spin on classic punk rock values, the Yuppie Pricks apparently are very rich – one member alone is worth 30 million dollars courtesy of the pharmaceutical industry. Within the confines of a cookie-cutter classic punk/hardcore sound they sing about being rich and all the trappings that lie therein. With snide songs like “Greed Is Good”, “Fraternity Days” and “Fuck You, I'm Rich” the band ostensibly aims to wrong all that is right with the world in typical Republican fashion. There is something highly amusing going on here, perhaps a bit of Brechtian alienation effect. My suggestion is that you steal this record. Do we really want to put any more money in these bastards pockets?"
Hard Rock Chick, Myspace Find: "Yes, it’s crass, but that’s what punk is supposed to be, it’s the Yuppie Pricks. It starts with the album cover, a banana hammock of patriotic proportions, to the album name: ‘Balls’, to the song titles- 'Fuck You I’m Rich'. This is exactly the kind of bizarro concoction of a band that I miss from Austin."
Riverfront Times, MP3 Monday: "Delightfully rude, snotty, loud, fast punk rock. RIYL Riverboat Gamblers and its ilk."
Parasites and Sychophants: "If nothing else, Yuppie Pricks new album Balls, merits some attention for having such an odd approach of embracing decadence, selling out, and whatever else is supposedly banned by the consciousness police.
The music blasts out like some forgotten eighties west coast punk, capped off by a nasally snarl somewhere in line with Jello Biafra, who once courted the band. No doubt, one should also expect a little laughter while listening to talk of frat boys doing their brothers over the fence, Al Gore inventing the internet before he became a climatologist, portfolio scores, and the GOP.
Fun times to enjoy and call home, while pondering how full of shit most of us are anyway with our highfalutin ideas."
Left Hip Magazine: "A bizarre 180˚ spin on classic punk rock values, the Yuppie Pricks apparently are very rich – one member alone is worth 30 million dollars courtesy of the pharmaceutical industry. Within the confines of a cookie-cutter classic punk/hardcore sound they sing about being rich and all the trappings that lie therein. With snide songs like “Greed Is Good”, “Fraternity Days” and “Fuck You, I'm Rich” the band ostensibly aims to wrong all that is right with the world in typical Republican fashion. There is something highly amusing going on here, perhaps a bit of Brechtian alienation effect. My suggestion is that you steal this record. Do we really want to put any more money in these bastards pockets?"
Hard Rock Chick, Myspace Find: "Yes, it’s crass, but that’s what punk is supposed to be, it’s the Yuppie Pricks. It starts with the album cover, a banana hammock of patriotic proportions, to the album name: ‘Balls’, to the song titles- 'Fuck You I’m Rich'. This is exactly the kind of bizarro concoction of a band that I miss from Austin."
Riverfront Times, MP3 Monday: "Delightfully rude, snotty, loud, fast punk rock. RIYL Riverboat Gamblers and its ilk."
Parasites and Sychophants: "If nothing else, Yuppie Pricks new album Balls, merits some attention for having such an odd approach of embracing decadence, selling out, and whatever else is supposedly banned by the consciousness police.
The music blasts out like some forgotten eighties west coast punk, capped off by a nasally snarl somewhere in line with Jello Biafra, who once courted the band. No doubt, one should also expect a little laughter while listening to talk of frat boys doing their brothers over the fence, Al Gore inventing the internet before he became a climatologist, portfolio scores, and the GOP.
Fun times to enjoy and call home, while pondering how full of shit most of us are anyway with our highfalutin ideas."
Friday, August 15, 2008
For Us, It's Always 'A Good Year'
Ever wonder what it's like to be rich, good-looking and just not give a sh*t? Of course - who doesn't. But how can mere words illustrate the wonderousness that it is being US? Well, we feel your pain poor persons - so that's why we've made A Good Year, starring Russell Crowe and Albert Finney, recommended viewing for all students of the YP lifestyle.
Don't confuse this movie with the typical rom-com fare your girlfriend fills your Netflix queue with when you're not looking - this one is strictly for the lads.
First off, there's more tasty tail per frame in this flick than a Pussycat Dolls ob/gyn exam film. If they packed anymore beaver on this set, they'd have to call in animal control.
Second, it stars Russell Crowe - who may not be able to sing for sh*t, but who knows how to keep the hired help in place with a well-thrown phone receiver. RESPECT.
Third, it's directed by Ridley Scott - who we all know kicks TOTAL ASS from such classics as The Duellists, Alien, Blade Runner, Gladiator, Black Hawk Down and... Thelma and Louise?!?? Ok, whatever - we'll let that one go.
And last - but certainly not least - it's all about money. Sure, it's also about screwing your rivals, nailing the hot chick in the office, and swilling crappy french wine - but that said, it's mostly about the money.
A Good Year - a movie that will make you cry like a little bitch when you see how awesome our life is compared to yours. Classic.
Who Are We To Argue?
Yuppie Pricks - They are so fucking better than us
"What’s more infuriating: tales of woebegotten hard-working middle class people who get screwed over by big business and the government, or images of people flaunting their lavish, high-rolling, decadent lifestyle in perfect knowledge that most of us will never be able to afford it? What gets you riled up more: news pieces on human indignities, or the drunken antics of the latest starlet on TMZ?
Fact is, we’re more involved with the rich and powerful and their dealings and doings than we are with actual, tangible events happening to everyday, normal people. Tales of human suffering seem to get lost in the shuffle of Sean Penn selling his home and Mini-Me having sex. And that’s exactly where the Yuppie Pricks become more punk than punk.
If punk music was the ultimate tool of musical subversion, it’s hard to imagine being more inflammatory than a group of musicians clothed in pristine power suits with lit Cubans tucked between their teeth, powering through the most searing and ferocious guitar chords this side of a Black Flag concert, cufflinks glistening along in the light. With champagne towers and naked sushi girls accessorizing their exaltation of capitalism, the NRA, and the bombing of Arab countries, Yuppie Pricks may actually the perfect combination of tongue-in-cheek and in-your-face to forecefully slap us back down to earth for a much needed reality re-evaluation."
"What’s more infuriating: tales of woebegotten hard-working middle class people who get screwed over by big business and the government, or images of people flaunting their lavish, high-rolling, decadent lifestyle in perfect knowledge that most of us will never be able to afford it? What gets you riled up more: news pieces on human indignities, or the drunken antics of the latest starlet on TMZ?
Fact is, we’re more involved with the rich and powerful and their dealings and doings than we are with actual, tangible events happening to everyday, normal people. Tales of human suffering seem to get lost in the shuffle of Sean Penn selling his home and Mini-Me having sex. And that’s exactly where the Yuppie Pricks become more punk than punk.
If punk music was the ultimate tool of musical subversion, it’s hard to imagine being more inflammatory than a group of musicians clothed in pristine power suits with lit Cubans tucked between their teeth, powering through the most searing and ferocious guitar chords this side of a Black Flag concert, cufflinks glistening along in the light. With champagne towers and naked sushi girls accessorizing their exaltation of capitalism, the NRA, and the bombing of Arab countries, Yuppie Pricks may actually the perfect combination of tongue-in-cheek and in-your-face to forecefully slap us back down to earth for a much needed reality re-evaluation."
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Even Better Than The Real Thing
Sometimes you gotta' break a few eggs, to make an omlette.
Take for instance this douche's commentary on Collars Up:
"Yuppie Pricks - 'Collars Up'; The press release for this band kind of sickened me and may be skewing my views on the music a bit, but I really don't think it matters all that much. This band is made up of a couple of millionaires who wanted to create punk music for their capitalist brethren. As if that contradiction in terms weren't enough they flat out copy the millions of punk bands that toured around in stinky vans bringing music to the kids that weren't well off enough to escape the middle or lower classes. It's absolutely revolting to me that something like this could be considered punk just because of it's short, hard driven sound, especially when you consider all the bands that they are ripping off in doing so. This shit sucks. Grade: F"
Ok - we get it. You're 'sickened' and 'revolted' that we play punk rock better than the so-called 'original' bands (Blink 182, anyone?), we get paid for what we do, and we don't stink.
Sounds like it's YP - 1, You - 0.
Take for instance this douche's commentary on Collars Up:
"Yuppie Pricks - 'Collars Up'; The press release for this band kind of sickened me and may be skewing my views on the music a bit, but I really don't think it matters all that much. This band is made up of a couple of millionaires who wanted to create punk music for their capitalist brethren. As if that contradiction in terms weren't enough they flat out copy the millions of punk bands that toured around in stinky vans bringing music to the kids that weren't well off enough to escape the middle or lower classes. It's absolutely revolting to me that something like this could be considered punk just because of it's short, hard driven sound, especially when you consider all the bands that they are ripping off in doing so. This shit sucks. Grade: F"
Ok - we get it. You're 'sickened' and 'revolted' that we play punk rock better than the so-called 'original' bands (Blink 182, anyone?), we get paid for what we do, and we don't stink.
Sounds like it's YP - 1, You - 0.
a review even e e cummings would approve of
this one comes to us from there’s nothing funnier than pride in an utterly confident stride:
"one can safely assume that with song titles like “fuck you, i’m rich,” “donkey show” and “fraternity days” that the yuppie pricks have a certain social class and their much maligned lifestyle directly in their crosshairs. clocking in at a whopping minute and a few seconds, “collars up” is as punk as it comes and in the classic sense, and not in the recent crop of mtv styled pussies sense. their new record balls is out now"
- Gregor
"one can safely assume that with song titles like “fuck you, i’m rich,” “donkey show” and “fraternity days” that the yuppie pricks have a certain social class and their much maligned lifestyle directly in their crosshairs. clocking in at a whopping minute and a few seconds, “collars up” is as punk as it comes and in the classic sense, and not in the recent crop of mtv styled pussies sense. their new record balls is out now"
- Gregor
Aversion Therapy
From the latest Aversion.com:
Balls
The Yuppie Pricks
Chicken Ranch Records
"Punk rock -- or a casual approximation of it -- turned up in a lot of weird places lately: Blaring in the background of luxury car commercials, pumping from SUVs driven by snotty rich kids, auto-loading on the MySpace page of every sniveling, future Republican scenester in America. Yeah, it's really disconcerting, isn't it?
The Yuppie Pricks are here to take punk rock back for the punks. Launching an over-the-top offensive at everything that was, long ago, anathema to the punk spirit -- rich guys, Republicans, fashionistas, frat boys -- Balls aims to burn every bridge punk's built with the mainstream over the past two decades. If it doesn't immediately sound like a wonderful idea, you probably have no business buying punk records in the first place. Try moving on to Coldplay.
As divisive as possible, The Yuppie Pricks make that abrasive, snotty and defiant punk album that's been on the endangered species list for eight or nine years. Guitars sound like they're being crushed by falling cinder blocks as much as they're being played, the rhythm section is an earthquake in a scrap yard and singer Trevor Middleton learned his trade by singing along to Dead Kennedys albums. It's the sort of album you can play for your own enjoyment, or play at your stuffy neighbors, coworkers or sister for your own amusement.
The Yuppie Pricks hate all the right things, and use their amalgam of '80s California punk, hardcore and metal as a vehicle for that hate. "Collars Up" blasts the popped-collar status symbol that's swept the nation again, "Fraternity Days" takes an easy pot-shot at the Greek sector of campus, "Fuck You, I'm Rich" spares no words satirizing upper-class values. "G.O.P." retools Buzzcocks' classic "ESP," to piss off the red states. In the spirit of bipartisanship, "Donkey Show" swoops in to disgust the Democrats. The pro-suicide "Loser" is there just to piss off anyone The Yuppie Pricks might have overlooked.
It's all done with a snide smile -- there's as much Guttermouth and Vandals in Balls as there are Dead Kennedys and Crass -- so the Pricks are flicking authority's nose rather than aiming a gun at it in the name of the proletariat. Smile all you want, though: Balls is the sort of album punk's needed for a while -- let's pray it finds its way into the ears of the pop-punk scene."
- Matt Schild
Balls
The Yuppie Pricks
Chicken Ranch Records
"Punk rock -- or a casual approximation of it -- turned up in a lot of weird places lately: Blaring in the background of luxury car commercials, pumping from SUVs driven by snotty rich kids, auto-loading on the MySpace page of every sniveling, future Republican scenester in America. Yeah, it's really disconcerting, isn't it?
The Yuppie Pricks are here to take punk rock back for the punks. Launching an over-the-top offensive at everything that was, long ago, anathema to the punk spirit -- rich guys, Republicans, fashionistas, frat boys -- Balls aims to burn every bridge punk's built with the mainstream over the past two decades. If it doesn't immediately sound like a wonderful idea, you probably have no business buying punk records in the first place. Try moving on to Coldplay.
As divisive as possible, The Yuppie Pricks make that abrasive, snotty and defiant punk album that's been on the endangered species list for eight or nine years. Guitars sound like they're being crushed by falling cinder blocks as much as they're being played, the rhythm section is an earthquake in a scrap yard and singer Trevor Middleton learned his trade by singing along to Dead Kennedys albums. It's the sort of album you can play for your own enjoyment, or play at your stuffy neighbors, coworkers or sister for your own amusement.
The Yuppie Pricks hate all the right things, and use their amalgam of '80s California punk, hardcore and metal as a vehicle for that hate. "Collars Up" blasts the popped-collar status symbol that's swept the nation again, "Fraternity Days" takes an easy pot-shot at the Greek sector of campus, "Fuck You, I'm Rich" spares no words satirizing upper-class values. "G.O.P." retools Buzzcocks' classic "ESP," to piss off the red states. In the spirit of bipartisanship, "Donkey Show" swoops in to disgust the Democrats. The pro-suicide "Loser" is there just to piss off anyone The Yuppie Pricks might have overlooked.
It's all done with a snide smile -- there's as much Guttermouth and Vandals in Balls as there are Dead Kennedys and Crass -- so the Pricks are flicking authority's nose rather than aiming a gun at it in the name of the proletariat. Smile all you want, though: Balls is the sort of album punk's needed for a while -- let's pray it finds its way into the ears of the pop-punk scene."
- Matt Schild
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Parade of Pricks
From the latest Parade of Flesh:
"YUPPIE PRICKS – balls. (chicken ranch) – Balls. is an aggressive and humorous punk album that clocks-in right at 22 minutes. There is so many songs involving Donkeys and Juggs that one can listen to in a sitting and they knew just when to cut it off. I can see people at Bar of Soap enjoying this band live. "
"YUPPIE PRICKS – balls. (chicken ranch) – Balls. is an aggressive and humorous punk album that clocks-in right at 22 minutes. There is so many songs involving Donkeys and Juggs that one can listen to in a sitting and they knew just when to cut it off. I can see people at Bar of Soap enjoying this band live. "
Friday, August 8, 2008
Run, Don't Walk
From the latest Run-off Groove"Open up the Sunday newspaper and you might believe that Avril Lavigne is actually a punk princess. Even she knows she isn't, so fuck her and the doughnut box she brought in. If you want some decent punk rock, seek out Balls (Chicken Ranch), the new album by a band who are proud to be named Yuppie Pricks.
The group take a bit of the Dead Kennedy's prowess with slivers of The Dehumanizers to offer a ruthless collection of I-don't-really-give-a-fuck songs. On the surface, it seems that while a lot of bands are trying to take the best of what the 80's may have offered, Yuppie Pricks poke fun at the excess of the decade and go back and discover why punk bands were doing the kind of music they were doing in the first place.
Some punk purists may not like their melodic sense, because "Fraternity Days" could easily become an anthem in the next Seth Rogen movie, but even Rogen would probably want to salute songs like "Fuck You, I'm Rich", "Donkey SHow", and "PRICK4LIFE". The band hold up and deliver those riffs with strength, and they do it while not taking themselves too seriously. Makes one wish Avril Lavigne was this good. Then again on second thought... "
(Balls is available directly from Chicken Ranch Records.)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Get Some
From this week's Austin Chronicle:
Yuppie Pricks - Balls.
(Chicken Ranch)
"Over their six years together, Austin's Yuppie Pricks' role-playing punk schtick has depreciated somewhat, their eponymous stereotype now supplanted by the hipster douche bag as pop-cultural whipping boy de rigueur. Fortunately, the Pricks compensate for their decreasing timeliness by being a better band. Balls. is tighter and beefier than 2004's Brokers Banquet, and in a daring test of the old saw that risk is necessary to good satire, vocalist Trevor Middleton continues to proudly flip the bird at irreverence as he leaves it in the dust of plain obscenity. The Pricks hedge (har!) their bets with gloriously ripping performances of songs by the Undertones, the Chumps, and Big Boys – charitably overlooking the anti-yuppie message of "Frat Cars" – and do the music world a final service by festooning their disc with a hairy man's flag-clad nether regions. Now nobody else needs to do that."
Damn straight. Congratulations to us.
Yuppie Pricks - Balls.
(Chicken Ranch)
"Over their six years together, Austin's Yuppie Pricks' role-playing punk schtick has depreciated somewhat, their eponymous stereotype now supplanted by the hipster douche bag as pop-cultural whipping boy de rigueur. Fortunately, the Pricks compensate for their decreasing timeliness by being a better band. Balls. is tighter and beefier than 2004's Brokers Banquet, and in a daring test of the old saw that risk is necessary to good satire, vocalist Trevor Middleton continues to proudly flip the bird at irreverence as he leaves it in the dust of plain obscenity. The Pricks hedge (har!) their bets with gloriously ripping performances of songs by the Undertones, the Chumps, and Big Boys – charitably overlooking the anti-yuppie message of "Frat Cars" – and do the music world a final service by festooning their disc with a hairy man's flag-clad nether regions. Now nobody else needs to do that."
Damn straight. Congratulations to us.
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