Press
“Your music is WAY cool.”
- Kramer, founder of Shimmy-Disc records
“Great Stuff!”
- Mark Hosler of Negativland
“Your stuff is definitely fresh.”
- MC Lars
06/03/10 – Pop Matters review of Listening Party
03/20/10 – Broken Headphones review of show at Old Glory in Canton
03/04/10 – Columbus Alive! review of Listening Party
03/03/10 – Local Pop Radio Hour phone interview with Pat Leonard (Starts at 42:30)
02/15/10 – Fuck Yeah, Ohio feature
December 2008 issue of Agit Reader – Top 10 Live Performance of 2008 (Staff Pick)
February 2008 issue of Alternative Press, pg. 120 – “The Stenographer” - 4/4 stars
Lo-fi synth-pop gems with witty lyrics largely based on characters from ’80s and ’90s sitcoms Some may write it off as a gimmick, but there’s something strangely sincere about Faust’s delivery. You sometimes forget you’re singing along to a song that’s about The Golden Girls.
11/22/2007 – Show Preview in Cleveland Scene Magazine – by DX Ferris
11/08/2007 – Columbus Alive! review of The Stenographer – by John Ross
2007 Video Interview With Danger Media
2005 Review of Sin City Sex Mix from the Copacetic Zine based in Seattle
2005 Review of Pee Sells in the Utter Trash zine
2004 review of Sin City Sex Mix in the Utter Trash Zine
Your American Typewriter
Review of April 1st, 2005 show at Andyman’s Treehouse
Who plugged Grandma into the cable box?
By Phillip Kaplan
An old cable box at that, from ‘88, the one with the round black dial that had no remote and obscenely clicked fuzzed hell on the screen for each channel change. Someone left Electric Grandmother alone with it, somehow they mated. And if someone out there is concerned all the hard work Danny Tanner put into his full house will disappear from our collective works of philosophy, come down off the ledge. A brave, if winded soul is undertaking the project.
It is wonderfully imperfect asthma our Electric Grandmother has, fitting. It’s right that something with “Grandma” in the title breathe heavily, just a little. It makes it like pilled-up-granny is communicating with you through Nick at Nite, a Caleco, and a raw electric current coming strait up through the mildewed crawl-space where the past TV-Guides are kept. Some black noise-box makes the tone for the lone Grandmother figure, who holds only a mic, rambling happily from song to song, shouting randomly at acquaintances who pass by just as grandmas do, the Viuex Electrique offers heartfelt lessons about the wife of Danny Tanner, Nintendo, Tom’s girl, basement life —–
/ Fuck Rainbow! /
A yell from the crowd at Andyman’s Treehouse on Fool’s Day came crashing with delight to the stage. Electric Grandmother is “pleasantly disturbed” someone told me. I like that. It wasn’t too close for comfort.
Gran’ma then told me about getting robbed. In Westerville. By young kids. Gran’ma, electrified, saw them at Blockbuster, followed them, glared at them and then wrote a song about them. It endears you to Grans, especially if some punk sucker has stole any of your shit.
I like that too.
Remember that show with Jim J. Bullock and Ted Knight? “I can teach you but I’d have to charge,” says Electric Grandmother. Want to learn? Be taught by music so preter-obsessed with 80’s culture that it taunts dementia’s boundary. Lourie Loughlin. Kimmy the neighbor girl. Stamos. Doogie’s friend Vinny, remember when he got rejected from film school? And there’s Doogie, all, I’m a teen doctor, and shit. Vinny should have cloct him. Fuck you, Doogie, delivering a baby in a mall is plain hokey show-off crap. Ostentatious prick, tell us next about how you have scars from the shrapnel of an exploding appendix mine. What was that made-for-tv movie with Patrick Duffy and Lonnie Anderson, where Doogie plays a boy plagued by limp legs? I hope Vinny gave him those. It’s all family ties in an electric way.
Step-by-step it gets worse, this 80’s slope, slipperier it gets the more you dance on it. Oh well, sweet and kindly old Electric Grandmother has your hand, puts candy in your ear. Weird ol’ gran’ma. An eccentric.
