Walter and the Toys enjoying their usual afternoon tea. They seem to have accidentally replaced their tea with some sort of deadly toxoid. We are not entirly surprised. -Photo from PerformerMag.com
What does one say about Walter Sickert & The Army Of Broken Toys? Good grief! One says as little as humanly possible about them! In fact, even reading about them might give you vicious and possibly fatal bohemian germs. I recommend you scrub your mind most thoroughly with an approved form of absinthe or, if you’re not of age, with some more Steam Powered Giraffe.
Must we say something about them? Very well…
It’s really hard to have a unique sound and songs replete with mad-poet imagery and yet be so sweet to listen to, so catchy, so full of crunk and funk. It’s downright weird to see this band of Boston badpersons create such great songs, and then, secretly, be such amazingly sweet people. I mean, they’re such sweet people. You could cry.
Walter Sickert’s coming off the mighty premiere of their dark musical parable, “28 Seeds”, which I had a chance to see in person. It was a really frightening musical future. It got phenomenal rave reviews, like this one. Seriously, this is a group of cross-genre artists so talented that if aliens stole their brains and replicated their music and sold CDs as a benefit towards buying a giant cannon with which to destroy the earth, I would still buy those CDs. I can’t help it. These guys are that good.
And they’re appearing at almost ALL of our special events:
You can find out more at www.ArmyOfToys.com. And there’s lots of video on Youtube – here they are performing at Amanda Palmer’s Late Night Punk Cabaret: