Nut Music: Hopeless Obscurity
P.O. Box 5033
Herndon, VA 22070
Press release #6
For immediate release:
Nut music says: Sal Amoniac Kicks Ass Releases the 1!f c:J @ Cassette
Turn it up loud enough and you can hear Sal Amoniac’s sometimes whispered vocals and the chiming of an electric guitar that for whatever reason remained unplugged during the recording of these songs.
Settle into the world of a bitter, pissed off Sal Amoniac, a man no one, not even a parole officer, could have made a resident of the state of Florida.
Sal’s rhythmically grinding guitar sizzles, rattles, buzzes, whispers, wqimpers and purrs.
Sal croons like a drunken· Frank Sinatra being punched in the head under the boardwalk at Atlantic City.
Sal’s upset too. It’s a quiet and subtle anger. Sal’s disgust with the State was epitomized by James Pough, the auto refinance office assassin from Jacksonville, Florida. Inspired, Sal picked P his trusty baseball bat to square off against the likes of lawyers, politicians, Lionel Ritchie, McDonald’s employees, and disgruntled postal workers and the sound effects of these battles have been preserved on tape for posterity.
Oh yeah, and in what are probably Sal’s own words as seen in an ad in Mole magazine, “Sal was just a little lonely and frustrated when he wrote these songs about murderers, suicide, desperate travels and self-destruction.”
The release title is another perplexing proposition. Probably only a band like Led Zeppelin could get away from using just symbols at the album title. But Sal tries and uses one less symbol.
But how do you pronounce it? How do you spell it? Forget it. Realize only that it’s Sal Amoniac’s inaugural release on the Nut music label.
Phone Contact:
(703) 476-2856
David Craig
