What’s in a name? Don’t ask Prizzy Prizzy Please. In an age when it’s easy to get lost in the punctuation of infinite, hyphenated, sub-genres that seek to finely discriminate post-rock from post-punk, emo from screamo from emo-core, and so on from a capella to zouk, Prizzy Prizzy Please disputes these distinctions. Why put a label on things? To the boys of Prizzy Prizzy Please, good music speaks for itself.

Is Prizzy Prizzy Please Punk? Indie? Prog? Hair Metal? Indie-Hair-Prog-Metal? Do they make music to wear V-necks, oversized sunglasses, and Chuck Taylors to? We have no idea. And we don’t care. Prizzy Prizzy Please is a complete anomaly – a band of modest Midwestern jokers, shunning the use of an electric guitar to compose songs that seem to have as much in common with Van Halen as Devo, with TV on the Radio as much as T.V. off it (like the Discovery Channel), or with Parts and Labor as much as the E Street Band – so we admit that it’s hard to pin these guys down. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

Currently stationed in a Chicago basement, Prizzy Prizzy Please got their start in the basements of Bloomington, Indiana – releasing their debut recording with Let’s Pretend Records in 2007, and with Joyful Noise the PPPPPEP split 7" with Push-Pull in 2009, and the LP “Chroma Cannon” on April 20, 2010. Since their start, Prizzy Prizzy Please has built a name for themselves by touring across the US in a comfortably decomposing van, making their way forward with help from a network of independent show promoters, hard-working bands, and industrious and fun-loving dudes and dudettes who just love to rock. Prizzy Prizzy Please is real – with an authentic, unadulterated musical vision and a knack for producing some hyperactive hits. Enjoy them if you can!

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