NYPC
NYPC (formerly New Young Pony Club) are an English electronic music band from London, formed in 2004. The band has consisted of members from London, Hereford, Cambridge and Bromley. Their influences are predominantly post-punk and new wave artists.
New Young Pony Club are influenced by many different bands and acts, and try not to risk becoming too close to the sound of any one other band. Their own take on their music is "We marry the dance ethic with the pop ethic, and make something that you can dance to and sing along to".
Career
Forming and signing
Mutual friends introduced now London-based vocalist Tahita Bulmer and producer Andy Spence, who shared a love of punk rock and dance music. The founding pair began writing together, originally only for Bulmer to perform. Spence later assumed a larger role when they decided to form a proper band, and the duo recruited Lou Hayter (keyboards), Igor Volk (bass) and Sarah Jones (drums). The band formed in 2005, and released two limited edition 7" singles ("The Get Go" and "Ice Cream") on indie label Tirk Recordings before being discovered by more established Australian label Modular Recordings, and signing a worldwide deal.
Podcasts:
New Young Pony Club
ALBUMS
- NYPC released: 2013
- The Optimist released: 2010
- Fantastic Playroom released: 2007
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New Book
by: J ChurchYou're staring at your watch,
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It's one of your neurotic habits,
Like back at the party,
So sick of psycho sycophantics
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You're cold,
You can't think about it,
You're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
Overrated,
There's no doubt about it,
So here's a new book for you to read
You're talking to yourself,
You're talking to yourself again,
You're talking to yourself,
You're talking to yourself again
You're talking to yourself,
About a friend who was put away,
For breaking in labs,
And once again, you've got nothing of value to say
You're hot,
You're cold,
You can't think about it,
You're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
Overrated,
There's no doubt about it,