Juneau Teausday

Conceived behind the trade-in counter of the world’s oddest record store and birthed from the belly of Howard Boom’s analogastic submarine, Juneau Teausday is a band that’s hard to spell but easy to smell. A fantastic fragrant amalgam of burnt fuses, cheap beer, good pot, fuming flasks and slowly blowing speakers, this group of musicians is so much more than vound and sision. They instinctively blend a buttering, fluttering, high-flying, mind-frying wave of psychedelicious sound that only the sum of these exact four human beings can produce, and they do at will, anytime, anywhere. Two eclectic electric guitars that swirl in an impossible uncomfortably comfortable ying and yang dance like that old Native American woman who haunts my dreams. Have you seen her? She knows where the Juneau is and will be visiting. But don’t be frightened, she’s just making sure we’re still here and will still hear. Those guitars paint freely and freakily with frequent frequency on an endlessly brilliant electronic hellscaped canvass preauvided by analog keyboarded synthesization and precariously piled pedal effects. A fearless fretless swoopingly seamless bass grafts and glues the entire mass of massive sonic layers like melted cheese inside the arteries of an LSD fueled elephantonic slithering snakezard. Together Juneau Teausday embark trustingly on blessed improvsensational journeys with no maps, no guide, this way, that way, siht yaw, taht yaw, they search, they discover, they uncover and they unfurl. Together they reveal the surreal sound of an innocent and holy place. The Juneau Teausday place is a perfect creative territory that is myles away, and always right here. It hides inside a mystical magical musical envelope. Come see what’s inside with your ears, and you will hear our vision, a sound that looks like no other. Eauphoria is now.