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Music written by Bahnhof Motte
Lyrics written by Georg Fleischfresser

Georg Fleischfresser – Synth, Saxophone, Vocals
Christoph "Magic" Margraf – Guitar
Leonhard Endruweit – Bass
Tim Gerwien – Drums

Special Guests:
Jannicke Hagen – Trumpet, Flugelhorn
Alma Trunk – Trombone
Hannes Kempa – Saxophone

Recorded at Zentralwerk Dresden by Simon Dupp
Mixer: Simon Dupp
Mastering: Peter Junge at Recordmixing

AAAAA

Addicted to the sweet stuff. An unfortunate habit.

SUGAR IS THE DEVIL

Sugar is the devil
Sugar is the devil

Gets you hooked, rots your teeth, skin breaks out, gets you fat
Makes diabetes 2 your best friend and your arteries to clog and you’ll die from the sweetest heart attack yet.

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Keys
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 

Sugar Is The Devil

Hucksters are a way of life. Just not mine.

HUCKSTERS

When the whole truth went all viral
We were happy as a clam
All the stains and all the martyrdom
We could finally understand it all
We could finally understand

All those hours bending over
Frock and folly with their kites
Tells the story of this feature film
And we finally own the rights to it all
Yeah we finally own the rights

This planet of huckster babies
This planet of huckster con men
This planet of huckster babies
Has finally come to an end
Shadows exposed
Finally got hosed

This planet of huckster babies
This planet of huckster con men
This planet of huckster babies
Has finally come to an end

Shadows exposed
Finally got hosed

At the Cardinal’s last confession
He was seen kissing his cross
And his pine cone resolution staff
Just in case his lies were duly bought
Just in case his lies were bought

This planet of huckster babies
This planet of huckster con men
Shadows exposed
Finally got hosed

This planet of huckster babies
This planet of huckster con men
Shadows exposed
Finally got hosed

Tell the deep state that it’s over
Tell the fake news to take a hike
Until the next poor huckster is christened
We can finally live a truthful good life

Credits:
Electric Guitar – Eddie Nyström
Lead Vocals : John Tabacco
Producer, Programmer: Hans Annellsson
Vocals recorded at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY
Cover by : Farben Fosfeen Artwerks 

Hucksters

There's always someone you know who just irks ya.  This song is about one of them.

IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM !!!

It's him - It's him
He's out of his mind
He's not making sense and he makes the dog cry
Well it's him - it's him - he won't tell us why
He's keeping us up and our phone lines are tied
Well it's him - it's him - it's him - yeah it's him

Help me end his ways
Lock'em in a crater rig on the moon
If we don't our kids will pay
And the future won't be any fun!

It's him - It's him
He's noxious and rude
He's got a disease and he's stealing our food
Well it's him - it's him - I wish he would c r o a k
He's leaving the lights on and that's why we're broke
Well it's him - it's him - it's him!
Good god it's him!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPDFUHCH8Do&index=30&list=UUq7UDOqXdL6_Zzd6OsmXXYg
Credits:
JT : Vocals, Anger, Programming, Guitar
Recorded and mixed at Sonic Underground Studios

It's Him It's Him It's Him!

LOST IN THE FUN HOUSE

You say you hate yourself
And you can’t stand living inside your own skin
You say it shuts you out, shuts you up, shuts you in
You curse the visions in the mirror causing all your shame
You curse yourself - you feed yourself - you insulate the pain
But you are not alone - reaching for life outside your grasp
No you are not alone - one by one we gotta shatter the glass

Or you’ll get lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
There’s no way out unless you do it
I promise you that you’ll live through it

You - you want to silence all the voices in your head
(They shout too loud)
You say you’ll talk about it - talk it over - talk it out
When all your muscles strain to move but fear turns feet to clay
And every crazy ride you take just keeps you stuck in place
But you are not alone - reaching for life outside your grasp
No you are not alone - one by one we gotta shatter the glass

Or you’ll get lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
There’s no way out unless you do it
I promise you that you’ll live through it

Mirror after mirror every corner has another
Store window car window
Every shadow has a brother
Every shadow has a brother
But you are not alone
Reaching for life outside your grasp
No you are not alone
One by one we gotta shatter the glass

Or you’ll get lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
There’s no way out unless you do it
Lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
Lost lost lost in the fun house
There’s no way out unless you do it
I promise you that you’ll live through it

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Programming 
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

Lost In The Fun House

MAYBE I…

Maybe I’m just stupid
Chasing dreams I can’t possibly reach
Maybe I’m just hopeless
Learning things I can’t possibly teach

Maybe I’m - Maybe I’m
Maybe I ask too many questions
To understand where I belong
Maybe I’ve - Maybe I’ve
Maybe I’ve been out smarted
And everything I know is wrong

Maybe life is simple
Mediocrity’s a comforting home
Maybe life’s a pimple
On the edge of Mr. Dammit’s nose

Maybe I - Maybe I
Maybe I ask more questions
Than one should get to hear in a song
Maybe I - Maybe I
Maybe I should stop singing
If everything I sing is wrong

If it don’t work
If it don’t fly
Can there be a reason to keep the thing alive
Does it have a purpose
Or is it just a freak who’s purpose is to die
Well it’s so unclear

Maybe I - Maybe I
Maybe I ask more questions
Than one should get to hear in a song
Maybe I’ve - Maybe I’ve
Maybe I’ve been out smarted
And everything I know is wrong

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Casio programming
Anthony Pomes : Vocal FX
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

Maybe I

IT GOES WAY BEYOND

Soft as a window of silk
Like drinking hot milk before you go to sleep
The Cajun masters won’t allow you to creep
To the other side
They want to confine you with thoughts of rawhide

It goes beyond Easy Meat Easy Meat
It goes beyond Prostitutes in the street
It goes beyond the sleep dirt in your sheets
It's just deep - way too deep!

You're never gonna know
You're never gonna know
You could be asleep while I'm singing this song
You're never gonna know
You're never gonna know
Where you is or where your truly belong
It goes way beyond!

It goes beyond Easy Meat Easy Meat
It goes beyond Prostitutes in the street
It goes beyond the sleep dirt in your sheets
It's just deep - way too deep!

Credits:
Stage 1.5 : Lead Vocal
Layton Van Malestream : Guitars, Vocals
Chuck Roofer: Bass, Vocals
Christian Sleepman : Keyboards, Vocals
Billy Coma : Drums, Vocals
Roger Meedoes : Hanging around
JT : Recordist
Recorded and Mix at Suburban Hermit Studios III, Ronkonkoma, NY 

It Goes Way Beyond

Relationships these days can be god awful confusing.

QUEEN AND A KNIGHT

She's got the devil in her eyes
And she don't care about your lies
Her game of love is pretty rough
And though you think you're pretty tough
She'll have you crying out "enough"

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
Don't say nothing stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid
With an arrow straight through your heart
Straight through your heart!

You've got a fancy London flat
And you might think that you're all that
But when you're steppin' off the street
It's not your equal that you'll meet
She'll have you beggin' at her feet

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
Don't say nothing stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid on your ass!

No second chances
No regrets
Leather boots and cigarettes
Full of chains and chain of fools
All beggin' her to make the rules
She lets 'em them know their beneath her station
"Cause her name is Domination Lou!

He's talkin' German
Kissing French
He straps you tightly to the bench
He says he'll please you with her lips
And then he'll scratch you with her fingertips
While your sacred package gets whipped

'Cause she's a queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
Keep you guessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
A curse or blessing
A queen and a knight
A queen and a knight
She'll keep you guessing

Don't say nothin' stupid
Or she'll get all down and cupid
With an arrow straight through your heart

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Programming
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 

Queen And A Knight

SOUND OF POSSIBILITIES

The jury is out, you’ve got to let it go
Stop hurting yourself
There's something you should know
I pray that a change comes your way
Once you were creative but you seem to have strayed
The static you feel is a lie
Listen very closely can you hear them inside

It's the sound of possibilities
They’re everywhere and waiting
The sounds of possibilities are there
The sound of possibilities present themselves so willing
When you allow yourself to be in the zone
When you allow yourself to come back home

A mind that is clear – like a piece of cherry pie
Gets right to the point
You know you can't deny the beauty of oneness in tune
Sharing ideas locking in and out of a groove
Cynics will come and will go
But you don’t have to listen when they tell you the answer is NO!

'Cause the sounds of possibilities – they’re everywhere and waiting
The sounds of possibilities are there

The sound of possibilities – present themselves so willing
When you allow yourself to be in the zone
When you allow yourself to come back home

The sounds of possibilities swirling in infinities messing up the Trinity's hair
Pumpin' up variety
Pissing off mortality when the will to live isn't there

The sounds block out all those obstacles trying hard to keep me down
They always fuel my motor just before I hit the ground

The sound of possibilities they're everywhere and waiting
The sounds of possibilities are there
The sound of possibilities present themselves so willing
When you allow yourself to be in the zone
When you allow yourself to come back home
When you allow yourself to come back home
When you allow yourself to come back home
When you allow yourself to come back home
When you allow yourself to come back home

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 

Sound Of Possibilities

A rhapsodic piece originally recorded on a 1/4 inch reel to reel in 1982.  Re-recorded in 2004 - just because.  And yes, those creatures are still in my yard.

I'VE GOT CREATURES IN MY YARD

No beans about it babe!
I’ve Got Creatures In My Yard
They’ve been growing so awfully fast
Spreading into my secret tree
Deconstructing heroes that would comfort me

(Listen up!)

On certain days of humid dust
Paranoia is home for lunch
Morals crumble and fences rot
Faith begins to falter into stomach knots
Boy, it’s not like I thought it would be,
I mean, I need another shoulder

Whoa! I did not expect them to infiltrate my
inner draws!


I’ve got creatures in my eyes!
I shut them out but it’s no surprise
SURPIRSE!
I can’t escape them, I never could
‘Scuse me if I throw up, I don’t feel so good
I don’t feel... so good! etc...
I’ve got creatures in my yard
Backstabbing creatures in my God... Hey...

No beans about it babe the slugs in my back are growing
Can’t see no relief and babe
My subconscious fears are showin’
If I let’em out I’m afraid they’ll do me in!

In a creamy dentist office where my vision comes to rest
I see a paper plate fly like a frisbee (“Don’t ask me why!”)
TENT you’re outrageous! You’re so contagious!
Hummm,I want that frisbee!
But I’m afraid that if my clenching tools extend
I may never play the drums again
“Rainy Days And Mondays”,
It’s like they looped it in my head
Over and over and over again

All American Bumble Bat is craving!
All American Bumble Bat is craving to bleed:
Styreen Mo’Betta - Styreen Mo’Betta and you!
Which is to say me, which is to say you, which is to say :

I’ve got creatures in my yard
Beneath the wax of my poker cards
I’m holding out but it’s getting tough
“Suicide delinquent” should they call a bluff
No beans about it babe
One bag wrapped around and over
Hot car in a parking vein
Inside nitrous ox is blowin’
Well let me out!
Before I sink too deep!

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocals, Drums, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards
Recorded in 2004 at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY
Bass and FX overdubs were done at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY in 2018 

I've Got Creatures In My Yard

Some people you know are a glutton for punishment. You try to help but that's the way they roll. Nothing you can do but movie on.

FOOL FOR TORTURE

JT : Ah hah! Giggles and giggles and giggles and giggles in the gas chamber!

I GET THE URGE AND I SETTLE DOWN
I TAKE A DRINK AND I'M RIGHT WHERE I BELONG
BUT EVERY TIME YOU TRY TO SETTLE DOWN
THERE AIN'T NO SIGN OF WATER AND YOUR WELL'S DRY

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH

Ain't no lie. I swear!

I RECALL IN OUR YOUNGER PHASE
BIG MISTAKES THAT I SWORE I'D NEVER RELIVE
BUT YOU NEVER LEARNED TO FACE THE FACTS
THERE'S COBWEBS IN YOUR CLOSET AND OLD THE MONSTERS ON YA BACK

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH

Ah you, you say you never need to hide behind a wall
You'll face the consequences "do or die"
But you never have the balls to tell me when I caused you pain
You laugh it off
And then expect for me to drag along
Drag along and watch you drown

'CAUSE YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
PLAIN AS DAY CAN BE
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE
NOTHING I CAN DO
MAKE NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
'CAUSE IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
YEAH YOU'RE A FOOL FOR TORTURE BABY
A FOOL FOR TORTURE
WELL IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH
I SWEAR!
SUCH A FOOL FOR TORTURE
SUCH A FOOL FOR TORTURE
YOU'RE A FOOL!

Credits:
JT : Guitar, Programming, Keys
Anthony Pomes : Electric guitar, Slide guitar
Recorded and Mix at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY 

Fool For Torture

Everyone is labeling everyone.  Who's reality is this anyway?
WE MAY CALL YOU STATUE (2018)

We may call you statue
We may call you a seal
We may burn the hairs on your brow
Depends on how we feel
We may tie you to a soap box
We may have you play a fool
We may hold you for ransom
Or strip your golden rules

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather clueless and unreserved
But that’s beside the point you see
It doesn’t matter to much to we

(And it was at this point the nitrous oxide started to wear off... Dig?)

We can sell you a “Edsel”
We can chain you in spikes
We can coat you with rayon
Or disconnect your pipes
It’s a freedom you can count on
It’s a freedom to rejoice
It’s a freedom you will live with
And you haven’t got a choice

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather vapid and un-preserved
And like a traffic light in space
We’d rather see you than have you heard

(The Happy Feet Puppet Dance plays here…)

We may call you statue
We may force you to steal
We may feed you the God you believe
To us it’s no big deal
It’s a dogma you can count on
It’s a dogma to rejoice
It’s a dogma you will live with
And you’ll never have a voice!

(May have something to do with the DENTIST!)

‘Cause you’re a slice of moldy clay
Rather helpless and unreserved
But that’s beside the point you see
It doesn’t matter to much to WE!
Because we’re willing to take you home
I said, we’re willing to take you home!

Take you home
Yes, we're willing to take you home
Home - you gaze up to see your soul
If you only knew...

Credits:
JT : Vocals, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Bass
Recorded and mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY 

We May Call You Statue

ALUMINUM PENNIES

What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... ooooh HEY!

You think you’re cool
Collecting aluminum pennies from the pool
You think you’re keen
Collecting aluminum pennies made you mean
Collecting aluminum pennies
Collecting aluminum dimes
Collecting aluminum nickels
I can see right through your lies...oh

What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... ooooh

You think you’re smart
Collecting aluminum pennies in the dark -
You once were swell
Collecting aluminum pennies made you hell!!!
Collecting aluminum pennies
Collecting aluminum dimes
Collecting aluminum nickels
I can see right through your eyes...oh

What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle
What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... ooooh

Friend you cannot buy a brand new life with a book of shiny treasures That’s just a wives tale that’s wrapped around your ass
And friend you should never try to disguise your disease

Won’t you please hide me
Won’t you please sign me
Don’t you still like me? - What?

Anthony Pomes:
I only drive this taxi because I’m a virgin
I live inside with my raccoon…

You think you’re neat
Collecting Aluminum Pennies with your feet
(“With your feet? That’s disgusting!”)

You think you’re hot
Collecting Aluminum Pennies made you not!
Collecting aluminum pennies
Collecting aluminum lives
Collecting aluminum nipples
I can see right through your...
Eyesssssssssssssssss OH!

What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... oooooh
What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... oooooh
What goes out comes in through the middle ooooh.... oooooh ooooh.... ooooooooh

Credits:
Gian DiMauro : Lead Vocal, Backup vocal, Doo Wop, Falsetto, Programming
John Tabacco : Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Programming
Kevin Dunne : Drums
Anthony Pomes : Lead guitar, Screaming, Taxi improv singing
Mitch Cohn : Bass
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY 

Aluminum Pennies

We all get hungry.  Too bad many of us eat shit.

HOW’ BOUT A

How ‘bout a Yodels™
How ‘bout a roll
How ‘bout two egg whites without any pepper
How ‘bout a muffin’, fresh from the stove
That would be $21.74 total
How ‘bout a burger
How ‘bout a shake
How ‘bout a Dagwood without any mayo
How ‘bout a salad
How ‘bout a steak
That would be $42.74 total

Got no food stamps baby and these coupons are out of date
Got no food stamps baby

Imaginary FST announcer on an old TV set :
Surrounded by super-sized, quintuple smooth, dark chocolate cheese nightmare. And inside it’s obesely delicious.
That’s Stent Brothers Heart Attack Deli -
We deliver.

I’m hungry. I’m hungry. Feed me now!

How ‘bout a bagel
How ‘bout a water
How ‘bout a pizza (hold the anchovies)
How ‘bout a Slurpy™
How ‘bout my daughter
That would be $86.74 total

Got no food stamps baby
and these coupons are out of date
Got no food stamps baby

Good Christ I’m hungry! Yes, I’m hungry.
Fat and soft and American and hungry.
We’re all hungry so let’s eat! LET’S EAT
(eat it raw - eat it raw - eat it raw)

Credit:
JT : Vocals, Guitar, Drums, Programming, Overdubs on the G3 Portable
Basic drums and guitar recorded at Backdoor Studios, Huntington Station, NY
Final recording and mixing at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

How 'Bout A...

Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band were a mysterious force that was not to everyone's taste. These are his "prime cuts". 

Quality Cuts of Beef

THE PERFECT MARRIAGE

Yes is just a means to no
Stop could not exist without it's rival go
And you and I will rock and roll
Until the lives we have turn in their mortal souls

Everything is like the perfect marriage
Suppose it's always been that way
Perfect by design just like the horse and carriage
So entwined…
Like night is to day

The present needs the future past
Nonsense needs some logic to keep up the flag
And salutations never last because the goodbye look
is right behind it's ass

Everything is like the perfect marriage
Suppose it's always been that way
Perfect by design just like the horse and carriage
So entwined…
Like night is to day

OFF TO WASSELETTE (Sound Advice For Joan)

Know, there are ways to fly
Through any dimension of space and time
Forces around you make it hard to decide
But you’ll get some help from a destiny child

Deep oceans of heavy karma
projecting the films of your past
Do you remember when life was so simple
Once you untied yourself from the mast...

Credits:
John Tabacco : Vocals, Programming
Recorded and Mixed at Suburban Hermit Studios II, Stony Brook, NY

The Perfect Marriage / Off To Wasselette (Sound Advice For Joan)

An experimental blend of Zappa’s Peaches en Regalia and Prince’s Starfish and Coffee, mixing whimsical melodies with bold, eclectic rhythms.
Prod. by MrJakeLuloyo

Cash Only

NACHO COLLECTOR

I’m a nacho collector and I do it real well
Some folks would say I’m insane
I’m a nacho collector so they can all go to hell
Jesus still loves me the same

And when things go wrong
I just sing this song ‘cause I’m a :

Nacho collector - errrr
A nacho collector
Collector of cheese
A nacho collector - errr
So get off my back if you please!

She’s a nacho collector
She’s a beautiful thing
She’s got big cheese balls for eyes
She’s a nacho collector with a Barbie™ doll string
Pull it and see what she buys
And when she’s over drawn she helps me sing this songgggggggg! ‘Cause we’re a...

Nacho collector - errrr
A nacho collector
Collector of cheese
A nacho collector - errr
A nacho collector
Collector of cheese

Well sheeple we gotta be free
They’re coming with rayguns and cheesecloth for the bumblebees
Sheeple get down on your knees
The robots will come and find you!

Ms. Nacho: Ooo..That’s pretty...I want one of them they’re shiny..
Give it to me now. I want one.

Well robots don’t want us free
They come from a place with holes built from a rubber tree
They want you down on your knees
And they know just where to find you!

Ms. Nacho:“Go daddy go!

And when we’re over- drawn
We can sell our lawnnnnnnnn!’ ‘cause we’re a

Nacho collector - errrr
A nacho collector
Collector of cheese -
Nacho collector - errrr
A nacho collector
Collector of cheese

Well sheeple we gotta be free
They’re coming with rayguns and cheesecloth for the bumblebees
Sheeple get down on your knees
The robots will come and find you!
We like cheese!

Credits:
Gian DiMauro : Lead Vocal, Programming, Trumpet
John Tabacco : Backups, Rhythm guitar, Programming
Marci Geller : Airhead voice, Backups
Anthony Pomes : Lead Guitar, Nylon string guitar
Recorded and Mixed at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY 

Nacho Collector

John Tabacco is an American composer, singer songwriter, producer, recording engineer, multi instrumentalist and graphic artist. He has engineered /mixed and mastered music for hundreds of New York recording artists as well as projects released on BMG: The Kemelions, RCA: Faze, Rampage/Rhino: Rhett Forrester, Columbia: Rebbie Jackson, Rykodisc : Bob Marley, Columbia: Chris Jasper, Electra: Sonia Dada and Nickleodeon’s Are You Afraid Of The Dark? He is the CEO of It Iz What It Iz Music Publishing which currently holds over 750 songs in its catalog. He has been an associate producer for IndiMusic TV and hosts a bi-weekly radio program (CLAM RADIO) on college radio WUSB.fm since 1999. He is currently the head of A&R at Modern Voices Digital Distribution.

His musical background consists of extensive study of orchestration with noted 20th century composer John Lessard, harmony with the late electronic music maverick Bulent Arel, and composition with Stony Brook University professor Peter Winkler. He received his BA in Music from Stony Brook University in 1983. 

Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined. His style is a melding of pop - jazz -rock - avant garde / aleatory, classical and comedy.  He has been recording his music non stop since 1979.

Of note: In 1989 the satirical, absurd house song "Go House Yourself" co-written by Tabacco, Pati and DiMauro reached position 39 on Billboard's dance chart. 

In 2014 Tabacco signed a record deal with Texas, indie label, Muffin Records. They released his CD “Unfulfilled Shopping Carts Syndrome” internationally.

Noise-Rock/Post Punk Band from Dresden, Germany.

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