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Finally, he decided to chuck the nine-to-five life and move to Brooklyn, where Frey was living, in order to give music one last try. They initially supplemented their sound with a virtual drumming device they dubbed "the beating machine," and named the songs that were generated after the numbers they used to label each programmed rhythm track. That worked until "Goes Cube Song 23," when they reached the limits of that technology. "It was like, 'Fuck, this song just sounds weak,'" Obuchowski recalls. Fortunately, he soon reconnected with Appell, who'd manned the sticks alongside him in Section 8, a combo that preceded the Nosebleeds (and also featured a prominent numeral). "It was literally like someone taking the leash off our necks," Obuchowski enthuses about Appell's contributions. "We just ran toward the horizon at full speed. We were like, 'Yes! This is what we're supposed to do!'"
Beckon the Dagger God, the resulting disc, features a heavy, assaultive style that's rare among acts from their area. "We don't sound like a lot of New York bands," Obuchowski acknowledges, and if the NYC fans they've won over "seem to be really into it," plenty of others "don't really know how to take it." That's one reason he's psyched to be hitting the road. "Everyone in the industry we know is like, 'You've got to go on tour, because the kids are going to love it,'" he says.
And not in an ironic way.