Heaney is a guy from South Brooklyn who was born on 9/22/83. Then there’s Heeney, four guys who formed a band on 12/12/12 as a joke, the end result of inebriated grand plans formed in the friendly confines of Brooklyn DIY venue Shea Stadium. What to make of these namesakes? Heeney smokes but Heaney doesn’t smoke. Heaney gets drunk and Heeney also gets drunk. They’ve each got one sister — no more, no less. But above all the granular descriptors, both Heaney and Heeney embody an irreverence towards the status quo that articulates itself in everything they do. Earnest and straightforward, Heeney the band translates the ethos of Heaney the man into straight up rock and roll -- no half time bullshit, just fast, loud, brutal songs that snap and stop on a dime. Heeney is not trendy. Heeney doesn’t complain. Heeney is full of shit, but Heeney means every word they say.
On that fated evening in December, Max Kagan (formerly of L...
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Heaney is a guy from South Brooklyn who was born on 9/22/83. Then there’s Heeney, four guys who formed a band on 12/12/12 as a joke, the end result of inebriated grand plans formed in the friendly confines of Brooklyn DIY venue Shea Stadium. What to make of these namesakes? Heeney smokes but Heaney doesn’t smoke. Heaney gets drunk and Heeney also gets drunk. They’ve each got one sister — no more, no less. But above all the granular descriptors, both Heaney and Heeney embody an irreverence towards the status quo that articulates itself in everything they do. Earnest and straightforward, Heeney the band translates the ethos of Heaney the man into straight up rock and roll -- no half time bullshit, just fast, loud, brutal songs that snap and stop on a dime. Heeney is not trendy. Heeney doesn’t complain. Heeney is full of shit, but Heeney means every word they say.
On that fated evening in December, Max Kagan (formerly of Le Rug and Red Dwarf) made a serious proposal to fellow New Yorker Mark Fletcher (formerly of the band Shapes). “You want to join my crappy punk band?” Max asked Mark. Mark joined Max on guitar and vocals, and Max’s long-time songwriting partner, producer/engineer Scott Andrews of New Jersey, was already on board to play bass. Then came Oakland drumming prodigy John Spencer, who had met Mark when playing together in Shapes. John brought with him the vibrancy of his hometown Oakland’s punk rock scene, and his honed skills as a drummer from years of teaching and studying drumming. The result has been a blisteringly fun chaos, funneled through power chords, pounding drums and harmonized shrieking. Doused in cheap beer, Heeney’s brand of rock pays a most kind homage to the talents of those who paved the way and inspired their sound – The Replacements, Pavement, Weezer, Archers of Loaf, and The Dead Milkmen.
Along the way, Heeney has taken the stage at any punk shows they could get their hands on, playing on countless bills in and around New York City. Between Heeney and other prior musical endeavors, the four have shared the stage with countless collaborators. They find themselves heavily woven into an incestuous network of musicians that operates like family.
So it took a band from three states, surrounded by the vibrant community of New York’s DIY scene, to write and record the tracks that populate Heeney’s debut LP entitled “Colorado.” An angst-filled 90 second intro, “My Poor Rotten Lungs,” leads into tracks that embody a refreshingly impassioned yet irreverent moment for rock. In much of “Colorado,” Max and Mark howl out tributes to people and places on tracks like “Howard Beach,” “Jon,” “Anthony Kennedy,” “John,” and “NYC.” It’s these legends and landmarks in their universe that keep Heeney connected, inspiring them to belt out honest rock songs and relate to the punk rock everymen thrashing at their shows. Because, at the end of the day, we’re all Heaneys.
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