ARTIST: The Tom Fun Orchestra
TITLE: You Will Land With A Thud
LABEL: Company House/EMI
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 190kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 48m total
RELEASE DATE: 2008-02-05
RIP DATE: 2008-01-30
Track List
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1. When You Were Mine 2:59
2. Rum & Tequila 3:27
3. Throw Me To The Rats 4:34
4. Watchmaker 4:32
5. Marshall Applewhite 2:25
6. Last Of The Curious Theives 4:36
7. Highway Siren Song Breakdown 4:06
8. Heart Attack In An Old Motel 3:19
9. Tar Pond Tango 3:59
10. Behind The Fence 3:17
11. Bottom Of The River 1:57
12. You Will Land With A Thud 9:19
Release Notes:
Pretty neat cd. Co-Produced by Gordan Gano of the Violent Femmes. Enjoy!
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Born somewhere in the north Atlantic on a large fishing vessel, Tom's mother was
an Austrian gypsy who had disguised herself as a male deck-hand in order to
board the ship and create a new life on the other side. Her identity was
revealed when she went into labour and shortly after Tom's birth was forced to
walk the plank.
Tom was taken ashore by an aging sailor named Whisky Gibbons who deposited him
at a brothel on the edge of a small town somewhere outside of anywhere. So it
was that Tom spent most of his childhood being raised by call girls, learning
cuss words and card tricks from tramps, vagabonds and outlaws, developing a
fondness for cheap perfume, bourbon & show tunes.
When Tom was 13, having learned all he could learn at the brothel he set out on
his own, finding himself at a rock quarry, smashing rocks into pebbles and
pebbles into dust. He was taken under the wing of a seasoned miner - a black man
named Alibi Slims. On top of showing Tom how to drink without taking his
cigarette out of his mouth, Alibi taught Tom how to sing the gospel songs he
learned growing up; "You've gotta sing 'em with yer nuts, child".
Years passed and Tom had smashed a mountain into dust. Grabbing his few meagre
possessions (including a pocket-sized sun dial and the 4 stringed guitar Alibi
had given him), he hopped a refrigerated box-car and "hiccuped his way across
the country".
Some more time went by; new bottles of whisky turned old and the Good Ship Tommy
Fun found itself docked in the rumored 'basement' of the abandoned Vogue theatre
in Sydney, Nova Scotia. Here Tom began constructing his laboratory dedicated to
"tin-can clanking, bottle cap- tapping & dizzy, dizzy shaking". As word spread
of the late night howling heard to be emitted from the bowels of the Vogue, a
league of turned-on, former gentlemen began joining Tom in his laboratory for
"all night celebrations of musical excess and prescribed chaos". By means of
their musical genius, The Holy Microphone Machine - as they became known - began
to supersonically spread Tom's message to an ever-growing congregation.