ABOUT EPSILONS: South OC is as primitive as it gets, the kind of desolate place where a certain kind of young man has to smack his dirty handprints up on a pink stucco wall just to prove to himself that he exists. And as the young man’s desperate struggle for identity plays out in the psychological arena that is Epsilons’ oeuvre – “Uh, we’re the kids – the offspring of the wealthy who disliked the way the wealthy lived?” shrugs Ty. “Can you come up with something?” – there’s a fundamental cudgel-and-club efficacy to their Cramps-go-Devo songs, one of which – “Evil Robots” – was respectfully praised by the in-theknow dude from Miracle Chosuke as ‘one of the best garage rock songs ever’ (“I listen to it, like, every day,” he said seriously, eating rice one night).
Practicing down the street from one of the girls on that Laguna Beach show gave them the impulse for songs like “Fever to Kill” (written from the perspective of a zombie caught mid-flesh-gorging, or maybe a serial killer, says Ty) and “Evil Robots” and even a cover of the Sonics’ “The Witch,” prompting paternal reporters to wonder if these kids should turn off the midnight monster movies and maybe get out into the sunlight once in a while. “Well, we only have two songs about (zombies or robots),” says Ty. “The rest are about love or sex, which is all I write about, besides zombies and robots. It’s just what I know, man.” Don’t dig too deep, he warns: Epsilons started as a band designed only to play parties when parents were away, so the welter of contradictory lyrics – evil robots wanna eat you/evil robots wanna love you, the genesis of a complex that could keep a school guidance counselor up nights – that Ty puts to paper are just there so his id has somewhere to go. Are these literal evil robots or the metaphorical robot within each of our hearts? “I think it’s just... evil robots,” says Ty, helpfully.
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