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Want to learn just what the ever-loving f#$k Tiras Buck is up to? And if he decides to release music again (which he totally will, because he's totally working on it), do you want to know when/where/why/how, regardless of the accompanying -- and exhausting -- self-loathing (e.g., "Boo-hoo, my OCD blah-blah-who-gives-a-sh*t")? Sign up now, and Tiras will personally alert you when new material is plucked -- via singing tongs -- from the smoking, sizzling grill of his mind, and placed carefully upon your sagging, sauce-heavy paper plate.
A Little More About Singer, Songwriter, Comic Collector, and Catastrophic Worrier Tiras Buck...
Sir Tirasparsillius of the Westernmost Floating Isles (totally made-up title and non-gravitic locale), with the instrumental assistance of boundary-pushing Art Rock luminary Brett Kull (guitars/bass/recording/production/thinly veiled nihilism/highly regarded member of the legendary ensemble Echolyn), attempts to reject the transitory, focus the pain, and ride the crest of swelling stagnation until it ejects less combative, sticky dream-stuff through the pores of....well, whatever speakers you happen to have available to you. Oh, and his stuff tends to rock the heck out, so make sure the aforementioned speakers are fastened securely by AT LEAST 15-75 pieces of duct tape. Actually, to be safe...I'd go with 80.
Proudly accepting comparisons to Yes, Sting, Rush, Radiohead and U2, we find Tiras Buck swiveling in the beginnings of his very own second half, struggling to excise the few remaining, yet aggressively tenacious moorings coursing with enough youthful disdain to potentially unmake his dream. Want to know what the struggle sounds like? Want to know what that sounds like in 3/4 (because 95% of his songs just happen to be in 3/4)? Yes? Good, because there's an album out there positively brimming with it.