"Self-portrait in three colors" is the peak of a two year journey of self discovery. This LP is a musical manifesto of not-giving-a-fuck comprised of three explorations in color and style, each with its own unique energy and atmosphere. The Honkers' prohibition to conform unlocked doors to their musical subconsciousness allowing them to pack each tune full of cinematic vibes, contemplative text, and alluring harmonies all while bringing the party. Wild at heart they unleash their hand-made tour de force showcasing all their influences from retro to modern music with a particular focus on swing.The band's 3rd LP features 2 remixes and a bonus track "Next Level" which was unexpectedly recorded during the course of a computer malfunction induced jam at a video shoot.
From rave to boogie-woogie, through EDM, jazz, indie-Hip-pop, swing and funk, Self portrait in 3 colors is hot fusion with a
load of personality. The Dirty Honkers mange to have their cake,
and eat it too, with enough dirty sweets to go around!
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lyrics
I see the garbage, it’s in my way
I hear the cars pass by all of the day
Techno beats banging in the park
Collecting bottles for the Penny Markt
Feel the concrete racking as I walk blindfolded
through the urban jungle no intention of stopping
Got to keep role playing even if the sky is falling
GPS on target Final Fantasy puppet
Neckbreaka
Techno-lo-jesus tries to feed us but bleeds us dry
Go dead half our lives def, dumb and blind folded
While we’re bulldozered and piled up in rows
On the road to nowhere with no roses I don’t care
something's in the air
there's something in the air
something's in the air
Screechy (chorus)
Breath from the minute we start the day
till we put our clothes aways
the music is all around
let's forget ourselves tonight
clear our thoughts and turn to light
the music is all around
I’m just a sinner, lost to this world looking for magic
In all the wrong furrows. Breathe in the day
Round and round and round we go
Screechy
Life measured on the clock
Keep the conversation down to small talk
Tunnel vision keeps the light dim
System overload so I can't swim
Feel the concrete racking as I walk blindfolded
through the urban jungle no intention of stopping
No need to look back saddle up and attack
Navigation on course, destination
Neckbreaka
Techno-lo-jesus tries to feed us but bleeds us dry
Go dead half our lives def, dumb and blind folded
While we’re bulldozed and piled up in rows
On the road to nowhere with no roses I don’t care
something's in the air
there's something in the air
something's in the air, in the air, in the air
Screechy (chorus)
Breath from the minute we start the day
till we put our clothes aways
the music is all around
let's forget ourselves tonight
clear our thoughts and turn to light
the music is all around
I’m just a sinner, lost to this world looking for magic
In all the wrong furrows. Breathe in the day