Fight Fight Fight For Your Fancy

According to E*Rock, this track is "pretty much just an unfinished demo. the guitarist and bassist haven't recorded their parts on that track, and the vocals are just scratch track so that people could learn their parts. we have no records yet." The finished version will eventually land on 12" this winter. I love this type of music, even in it's raw form. Pounding drums, lots of noise, and the kind of song that doesn't stop to catch its breath. Dance rock. If this is where indie rock is headed then I'm definitely buying a ticket.
Incidentally, E*Rock's brother is E*Vax, the programmer half of Ratatat. Also, E*Rock's solo album Concious is available as both CD and vinyl [Buy It.]
update: E*Rock has created a site for 1999 which outlines the band's current tourdates. You can find it here.
AMEX - Track One. AMEX is another unfinished band with a frustratingly un-googleable name. Try it. Google 1999 or AMEX. You'll get nothing. Frustrating, no?
Anyway, lead singer Dan fronts a band called Recover on Strummer/Universal. They play the type of rock that you'd hear on the radio, and are on tour opening up for Jimmy Eat World. So, it's something of a surprise that Dan's side project is this electro, vocoder-driven dance rock, not too far removed from the 1999 track up there. He has a voice that sounds perfect for a major label, which is decidedly un-indie. But it's not bad and you get used to it. He just wants to sing electro=pop songs about dancing, so things could be worse.
I have no idea about the band's release schedule, or if they even plan to release anything. This just landed on my doorstep. So if any of you have info, feel free to drop it in the comments.
In other news, I'm going to strangle that stupid girl in the old navy commercial who's all fucking psyched to be breathing air. She can take the high school drama class bullshit perfomance and go back to nebraska. The sad thing is that she's probably my neighbor, and undoubtedly a fine woman. I just can't fucking stand that hyperbolic love for air. There's not even any irony involved. It just sucks, inescapably.
word.
I feel better.