I love them. You should love them too. If you don’t love them, little clockwork street urchins with crappy English accents (like Chris Claremont bad, and that’s bad) should have every right to throw things at you and taunt you and generally point out how much you suck, because if you don’t like Abney Park, you probably do. Well, at least a little bit. I point at you and mock you in your inferiority. I mean, seriously, what’s wrong with you? They write songs about drunk airship pirates and Hamlet and mythology, and all things totally geeky and awesome. The lead singer (“Captain Robert!” Like a pirate!) has a voice I totally crush on, and there is belly dancing goodness and adorable steampunkiness, so you tell me, what’s wrong with any of those things? Nothing, that’s what. If you’d like to kill some time and sample their sound (and look), go to:
Go and check them out. Go NOW. I have spoken.
I have a soft spot for Steampunk. I’m not sure why, but I do. And since we are talking about steampunk, I would like to point out once again some freelit downloads on Steampunk Magazine (www.steampunkmagazine.com.) One of their early issues has an interview with the band.
You’re welcome.
[...] talking to you. You know who you are. And if you’re not fall-down drunk by then, please see Abney Park for me. Take pictures. I believe they have moved their venue, so keep your bleary eyes open. [...]