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Maserati

Biography
Who the fuck is Maserati?

Maserati isa son of a bitch hell bent on dismembering every last vestige of the
so-called indie rock establishment before it can drive the last nail in
its messenger-bag-wearing coffin.

What the fuck am I talking about?

This is not about me or your knowing about that of which I speak. No,
fair warriors, this is about the now sound of ass kicking southern rock
- a dynamic post-psychedelic orgy of hooks molesting the tired cliche
of math-prog. This is Pink Floyd for hipsters. This is stoner rock for
the working man. This is an ill-conceived bio for a band beyond the
comprehension of your puny earth minds and you like it.

And while we are at it, fuck vocals - Maserati doesn't have time for
all that mess. Maserati is rocking a tight schedule and they refuse to
be bothered by the conventions of modern rock-and-roll talking points
like words... and front persons.

Sure, I could tell you that in the year 2000 Coley Dennis, Matthew
Cherry, Steven Scarborough and Phillip Horan met in a bedroom in
Athens, Georgia to kill time kicking out the sans-vox sound, then I
could go on to discuss their time spent on the now-defunct Kindercore
label. I could potentially continue that trek down memory lane and
apprise you of the group's turn towards psychedelic im-prog-visation
when the 21st Century's answer to John Bonham, Gerhardt Fuchs replaced
Horan on the skins. But seriously, what the fuck am I, Wikipedia?

This isn't about facts, this is about feelings, rock hard feelings and
Maserati is about nothing if not feeling... you... all night long.

For real though, at the end of the day, Maserati is the sum of her
parts... her sweet, sweet mop-topped parts - a mustachioed Brooklyn
scene king, a big city architect, a hard drinking college town booking
agent and a wide-eyed idealist from South Carolina. She is a
fair-haired magical musical hinterland where the quiet storm goes mano
e mano with the thunderous beat of 10,000 Orcs hellbent for leather; a
post-disco drone machine bristling with the buzz-saw sound of 1,000
angry square waves nestled on a California king size bed of shoegaze
swirl. Seriously, get your shit together and sign the band, write the
rave review, catch the live show, buy the record and live the magic.

All night long.

-Taken from Maserati

Band Members
Coley Dennis: Guitar
Matt Cherry: Guitar
Steve Scarborough: Bass
Jerry Fuchs: Drums
Tristian Wraight: Guitar (Touring)

Past Members
Phil Horan: Drums

Discography
37:29:24 (Album) [2000]
The Language of Cities (Album) [2002]
Confines of Heat (Split with The Mercury Program) [2003]
Towers Were Wires/Asymmetrical Threat (7") [2004]
Maserati/Cinemachanica/We Versus The Shart (Split) [2004]
Inventions For the New Season (Album) [2007]