Thursday, May 3, 2007
MOTORAMA "Dirt Track Specialist" CD
Knuckle draggin' rawk that many a band have mined before and a whole bunch will probably do well into the future. People don't call Lemmy GOD just for shits-n-giggles-it's because they mean it. I'm sure there's a Motorhead shirt or two regularly worn in this band. The dude in shop class who always had on mud splattered jeans that bragged about a installing a t-top on a Firebird (not his of course) and would tell anyone within an earshot that he's gonna have to kick his "best bro's ass for stealing the roaches out of the ashtray" at least once a week should made something like this his theme music but he'd probably call it some "faggot punk shit" that has nothing on Ratt's "Invasion of Your Privacy."
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Labels: Canada , CD, Last Chance
Dirt Track Specialist
Ramshackle garage punk from Vancouver . Dudes look like a lot of fun at parties, what with the masks and all, and the music has a nice creepy degenerate feel to it, but it's not a whole lot different that any of the other gusto-going-for garage rackets out there, so I find myself shrugging at this late hour. Probably the locals get it more than I do. What I did quite enjoy, however, was Motorama's thanks-list to all the bands they've played with, an amazing roster that includes jaw-droppingly named bands like Mystery Pissers, Lyin' Bitch and the Restraining Orders, Auto Pussy, Tony Baloney and the Rubes, and of course, UberSissy. All those are my new favorite bands.
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|Review of Motorama in Portland's Weekly
Motorama, Teenage Frames, The Nightmares, The Ones - Friday, November 18th, 2005 at Sabala's at Mount Tabor
[PUNK] Motorama is one of those bands inadvertently trapped between genres -- an occurance that tends to have interesting results.
The Vancouver, BC trio contends that its inspiration comes from heavy, fast and loud noise-rock in the tradition of Jesus Lizard and Cherubs. However, the songs on Motorama's self-released Supercustomspecial sound much more like a meeting of starightforward punk like DOA and the slinking sinister mellow songs of Steel Pole Bathtub than they do a full-bore math-rock assault. But it's these peculiar results that make Motorama far more interesting.
DAVE CLIFFORD Wilamette Week, Portland OR, November 16, 2005
Rocket Powder Records
After many years on the Vancouver bar circuit, Motorama has finally released a CD, and after trying out almost everyone in town as a vocalist, Marcus has apparently decided to do the sumbitch himself.
I get a good gargey vibe from Supercustomspecial and while Mr. Marcus is unlikely to win any Vocalist of the Year awards, he does alright, reminding me at times of Dan from the Insipids (he said, referencing a long defunct Vancouver punk band who most people have never heard of).
This is straightforward, beer drinkin' rock music, with one foot firmly on the accelerator - no frills, and no bullshit. I'm glad to see that Motorama decided to step up to the plate. Now that wasn't so tough, was it?
- Chris Walter
The Nerve, August 2005, Vol.6 No.8, Issue #52
By Amanda Aikman
Assistant Culture Editor
In the spirit
of the New Year I have attempted to branch out a little and try
new things. Judging by the lukewarm reception, SkyTrain passengers
are not quite ready for my one-woman dance theatre, so on Friday,
January 10th I decided to give up on that dream and try two other
things I had never done. I went to a Canucks game and a Motorama
show. They were both really loud and full of drunks, but other than
that there were few similarities.
For one thing, at the Motorama show the majority of the noise wasn’t
actually coming from the drunks. Sadly, this was not the case at
the Canucks game. I do believe, however, that given the opportunity
(say, in an old-fashioned noise-off), Motorama could shut down even
the loudest of hockey hooligans. Decibel levels at the Pic may not
have reached clichéd “bone-crushing” status,
but they certainly carried enough brute force to separate a shoulder
or two. Motorama, the Todd Bertuzzis of Vancouver rock and roll.
Taking the stage first, followed by Aging Youth Gang and The Walker
Band, Motorama assaulted the crowd with their tightly executed noise
rock. I can only assume that the comparisons I had heard to Shellac
(the indie rock version of Dreamworks, featuring heavy hitters Albini,
Weston, and Trainer) and veterans the Jesus Lizard were appropriate,
as I foolishly positioned myself in the well-endowed speakers’
direct line of fire. These boys definitely have it turned up to
11. Possibly 12, I didn’t get close enough to check. I believe
there were vocals of some sort, based on the fact that Marcus Lander’s
lips appeared to be moving, but even if I could have heard them
I don’t think that the lyrics were really the point. This
is great music to experience live. Heavy, fast, and loud, it bursts
at the seams with energy and intensity. I may never catch myself
humming it in the shower, but after a hockey game and a few drinks
it was right on schedule for a Friday night.
If there are factors that prevent you from attending your own Motorama
show (work, laziness, agoraphobia), you mustn’t fret. The
good people at <www.motorama.net> have got you covered. For
a few measly dollars you can order a copy of the Motorama CD Rocket
Powder, and whamo! you’ve got all you need to inject a little
fuel into your Friday nights at home. I recommend that you start
slowly, gradually increasing the volume over time. It is also a
good idea to have an accredited rock star on hand; there is a reason
these things are usually handled by professionals.
By Amanda "Allstar" Aikman
|The Georgia Straight Review of Motorama's
|"Rock Fight With Dracula", "Bottom Feeder Brawl", "Strange
Nausea"--the song titles give accurate hints of what to expect from
Motorama's debut, Rocket Powder. Delivering buckets of noise
with the subtlety of a road-repair crew is this quartet's goal, and
to that end the bass rumbles like a train and squats like an unwanted
houseguest while the drums clatter and bang and metalic guitars hammer
out riffs with the single minded intensity of Fugazi and the Jesus
That's not to say there are no quiet moments; "Trip a Lot" pauses
a couple of times for a naked guitar riff, for instance. But for
the most part tracks have been edited down to their heaviest, densest
form. And the vocals, when there are any, are guttural and buried.
Trying to figure out the words to "Just a Little Dose" or "Surdel"
is pointless; rather, listeners will want to crank this up when
they're at their most antisocial. I listened to Rocket Powder
soon after attending the Britney Spears concert, and enjoyed it
Shawn Conner, The Georgia Straight, August, '99
From the Music Waste 1998 Show Guide
A multi-faceted co-ed 3-piece, meshing powerful guitar/bass and
unique rolling drums with loops and samples. Dynamic vocal changes
go from laid back Texan-influenced drawls to emotive screams of
frustration. Their recording, despite its lofty melodic moments,
is consistently as abrasive as the West Hastings alley jamspace
they call home.
!*@# Exclaim! Magazine November 1998, Music Waste
Review by Denise Sheppard
With more edges than a pentagram, Vancouver's pent-up trio Motorama
was cerainly not easy music to listen to, but it was great nonetheless.
Kicking off the show jamming instrumentally to the squeak and squawk
of radio noise, the group showed their colours early on. Bursting
into their first vocal cut, the sound was definitely Pixies-laden
and the action onstage was total focus. While their music is likely
to evolve further, their live show is dead-on.
SAY HELLO TO MOTORAMA
Every now and then something cool, something special happens in
Vancouver. Something like Motorama. Close your eyes, picture Fugazi,
toss in some Trans Am and sprinkle a little Girls Against Boys and
you're getting close.
by J. Macartan Ward appeared in Chart Magazine sometime in '97
Motorama: Kill yourself!!! There are no jobs, there
is no future.
I met Motorama while I was on holiday recently. They're based in
Vancouver,but have their eyes on much bigger places--which is why
I was somewhat surprised when they pressed a demo tape into my sweaty
palms, obviously thinking I might be able to do something for them.
On this evidence, I don't think they'll need my aid at all; although
the tape was recorded a while ago "and we don't sound like that
any more" (but which band ever sounds like their last demo?), they've
got enough hooks that they could certainly do some serious business.
The music is a churning, grinding brand of noise/industrial, a slowed-down
fuzzed-up, feedback-drenched lo-fi recording of a sound-proofed
torture chamber. With a band outside...and the singer inside. The
vocals are mixed so low as to be almost indecipherable, only the
emotion filters through the layers of guitar while the bass and
drums drive everything along in a surprisingly melodic way.
One of those bands that you'd really want to see live, I suspect
they would be bone-crushingly heavy. Like putting your head in a
If that sounds like your bag of crap, write to: Motorama, 6341 Beatrice
Street, Vancouver, BC, Canada, V5P 3R5
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