Live at Teatro Zuccone - Homegrown 2010

by The Surfactants

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1.	Violence (Live) 04:18	download
2.	Jenny, You're A Meteor (Live) 02:42	download
3.	The Clocktower (Live) 01:58	download
4.	A Black Matter for the King (Live) 02:42	download
5.	Außenseiter (Live) 02:30	download
6.	The Pusher (Live) 03:53	download
7.	The One, The Wayward (Live) 03:28	download
8.	Revolution Come (Live) 04:00	download
9.	Kill Scott Toole (Live) 02:49	download
10.	Shipwreck (Live) 03:36	download
11.	The Axiom (Live) 02:07	download
12.	All That Burns is Burning (Live) 03:15	download
13.	Hawaii (Live) 04:25	download
14.	Us Against All (Live) 03:55	download
15.	You Can Say No (Live) 03:29	download

about

Record live at Teatro Zuccone as part of the Homegrown Music Festival in Duluth, Minnesota, May 2010. Recorded on a single video camera out in the audience. Special thanks to Mic Wicked.

You can watch the entire live video here:
www.thesurfactants.com/2010/05/video-surfactants-live-at-homegrown.html

credits

released 03 May 2011
The Surfactants are:

Marcus Matthews — Vocals
Brett Molitor — Guitar
Greg Cougar Conley — Guitar
Eric Anderson — Bass
Zac Bentz — Drums, Programming
Steph Bentz — Live Keyboards (Miss Not Appearing On This Recording)

All music written by Zac Bentz (ASCAP), except "Revolution Come" written Marcus Matthews (ASCAP) and "Hawaii" written by Haley Bonar (BMI). All lyrics written by Matthews except "Hawaii" written by Haley Bonar.

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A dark new-wave electro rock band formed from barren Minnesota ice and snow. Combining a love for old-school metal with ... more lethal saw-tooth waves, the band shoves a boot into the teeth of unsuspecting audiences. They forge a new style of dueling guitars, stuttering beats, screaming synths and pounding bass. This clash of styles has sent audiences reeling and critics into fits of adoring apoplexy. less