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Dan W Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Noises and Knobs

Cam C Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals, Noises and Knobs

THE BAND: NOXIN is Anti-corporate Indie Rock from Victoria, BC. Agressive, intelligent, and outspoken,  NOXIN is not afraid to adress the tough and controversial questions. Authority is to be questioned,  and Victoria's NOXIN had their hand up first.

THEIR INFLUENCES:                                                  and why: Epic: Pink Floyd "Wish You Were Here"                     - For their Purity of Sound Devo "Q:Are we not Men A: We are Devo"    - Short, Sharp, Shocking Beatles  "Abbey Road"                                            - Songwriting, Pure and Simple Stooges  "Raw Power"                                             - Rock & Roll set to "11" Recent: Radiohead "OK Computer"                                   - Ambition, not Ability Badly Drawn Boy "Hour of Bewilderbeast"     - Basement Songwriting Tricky "Pre-Millenium Tension"                       - Less is More Mr. Bungle - "Disco Volante"                         - The Power of Imagination

THE SONGS Layeros          - Hypnotic chaos.  A message to everyone sick of being lied to. Static             - A mellow criticism of socialization and TV.  Security         - Living in an age of insecurity and insanity spliced between commercial breaks. Meltdown      - Agressive indie rock a la Stooges.  Everybody get underground. Lying Awake - Can't get to sleep.  Your mind goes wild.  You imagine monsters. Lost Time      - A missed opportunity.  A lifetime of regrets.  A ballad about love and loss. Haunt Me       - Simple Blues/Jazz song about infatuation, pure and simple. You are here  -

Dan writes songs.  After studying classical piano for over 9 years, he picked up a guitar and spent every moment since unlearning the theory and mechanics of music.  Influenced heavily by progressive deconstructivists such as Velvet Underground,  Devo,  and Spacemen 3,   Dan tries to write simple, soulful, and beautiful tunes that speak with emotion, rather than technical ability.  He has always been a proponent of the "Less is More" and "Three Chords Good - Two Chords Better - One Chord Best" philosophies of writing and recording music.  Current influences include Badly Drawn Boy,  Radiohead,  and Blur.

Meltdown:  The tv's out,  there must be something wrong The satellites are not where they belong The car won't start, the phones are dead On our own now, feel the panic spread It's no use, these chips are fried This was a machine suicide Technology strikes where it hurts the most There can be no parasites, without a donor host It's a meltdown,  everybody get underground It's a meltdown,  there's panic but you can't hear a sound It's all shut down

Static: Thanks to socialization I find sex traumatic Born in the tv generation, and all I get is static Love falls in a slot between primetime and latenight But in real life sometimes actors get stagefright The reactions of people do not fall so neatly Into this-meets-that storylines that cover obliquely That the behaviour, of tv neighbours Is not so much patterned on what we see But what institutions, above constitiutions, Pay to put on the screen

Security: Watch the people running, security is breached The networks are all humming,  we're watching our tv's And wonder,  "Who doesn't like us?  They must be mad."

Haunt Me: You came to haunt me. And you destroyed me, And nothing hurts like you, For you, I looked foolish Though you, never noticed And nothing hurts like you No nothing hurts like you

Layeros: Hey kids, listen to me, I need to address you, Somethings on my mind You know that you've been lied to You're not dumb, aware of them It's a shame it's become so obvious Retro-cool is only cool for so long It seems a formidable foe, But they're laughable now Parodies of postwar dreams Thinly veiled intentions, obvious persuations Don't buy the bullshit, they're not worth it It may take time to reach saturation To brand the last of the public places, our spaces To turn us into the mute, restrained crreatures They want us to be, Need us to be To fill the equation

Laying awake: I wonder what they're talking about When I'm half asleep Trying not to breathe I listen for a word or two But when I do they know And wait for me to go The longer that I spend in here The harder it will get To leave these things unsaid I seem to trust them less each day I'm watching them intent Ready to defend I can't make out what plans they have But certainly I'm scared Nobody else has cared

Lost Time: I'm to late, she's already gone I made her wait, she waited too long When she was ready I turned her away Now that I'm ready, she forgets my name I'm always too late, I do things all wrong I guess its my mistake, that's why I write sad songs When she was ready, I turned her away Now that I'm ready, she forgets my name

-Cam grew up underground mostly, in basements and cellars playing Bela Lugosi in his bathrobe. Imbued with a bass guitar he plunges frantically into the weltsmerz. He was raised in BC but weaned on many a region's teat. His influence derives from psychedelic rock, and forward thinking acts such as Mr. Bungle and the indestructible Frank Zappa. His interest in dub and atmospheric music has become more apparent in recent recordings.