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1). NOWHERE CLEVELAND, OHIO
"Let's face it, spite is the greatest of all muses. Support and encouragement are nice, but when confidence is forged in the fires of it being said you can't do something, is there really a better creative force? This appears to be the case with most bands from Cleveland, whether it was Pere Ubu in the 70's, Death of Samantha in the 80's, or Prisonshake in the 90's, for whatever reason(s), bands from this Midwest city always seem to play with a chip on their shoulder. Read Full Bio1). NOWHERE CLEVELAND, OHIO
"Let's face it, spite is the greatest of all muses. Support and encouragement are nice, but when confidence is forged in the fires of it being said you can't do something, is there really a better creative force? This appears to be the case with most bands from Cleveland, whether it was Pere Ubu in the 70's, Death of Samantha in the 80's, or Prisonshake in the 90's, for whatever reason(s), bands from this Midwest city always seem to play with a chip on their shoulder. It feels and sounds like it's damn near a necessity. With Nowhere's Matthew Rolin, his inspiration like so many before him also seems steeped in spite. Playing every instrument, singing and recording every note, he's taken giant steps while locked away with each new project of his to where any irony of this latest effort 'Invisible World', certainly, is not lost in the mix. Dialed in and deftly adding to the sum of his influences; further building the psych-rock Tower of Babel atop such solid foundations of Syd Barrett and the Paisley Underground's Rain Parade, to even that of some of its newest constructs with Dungen and Tame Impala, Nowhere's third full length album, from beginning to end, strives to be one of the best listens of the year. Just bubbly enough for pop, just driven enough for rock, and just tweaked out enough for psych, about the only problem with this album is that each listen through conjures up dreams of a happy haze kaleidoscope of hot summer days." - Michael James Pultz (Loop Music)
2) NoWhere is an Alternative rock band from Virginia Beach,VA
In Fall of 2004 released 1st EP All TAPPED OUT- The Demo. Contained the First version of Cough Up Blood , which was later re-released on there 2006 Full CD Debut - Counting On Nothing.
3) NO'WHERE Japanese rock band formed in 1998 and disbanded in 2000. Correct tag to NO'WHERE.
Nowhere (now called Hathors) is a alternative rock band from Winterthur Zurich, Switzerland.
In Spring 2008, they released their first EP titled "Messages from the Universe", containing 5 tracks ("Hype It", "Segaboy", "Mobile Terror Love Delusion", "Don in Therapy" and "Stoneration")
4) Nowhere is a Finnish solo project, with material ranging from Ambient & Electronica to Industrial Metal.
5) Also, a fast and energetic finnish punk rock band Nowhere from early 90's shouldn't be forgotten. They recorded two 7"ep's, one mini-cd and four compilation tracks between 1991 and 1993.
6)Features current and ex members of Weekend Nachos & Dead City
7) From the ashes of the Memphis Shoegaze group 'American Gods' rises Chicago's Nowhere. Features current and ex members of Weekend Nachos, Dead City, American Gods, Half-Acre Gunroom, and Harm's Way. Full Length debut is forthcoming in November 2012.
"Let's face it, spite is the greatest of all muses. Support and encouragement are nice, but when confidence is forged in the fires of it being said you can't do something, is there really a better creative force? This appears to be the case with most bands from Cleveland, whether it was Pere Ubu in the 70's, Death of Samantha in the 80's, or Prisonshake in the 90's, for whatever reason(s), bands from this Midwest city always seem to play with a chip on their shoulder. Read Full Bio1). NOWHERE CLEVELAND, OHIO
"Let's face it, spite is the greatest of all muses. Support and encouragement are nice, but when confidence is forged in the fires of it being said you can't do something, is there really a better creative force? This appears to be the case with most bands from Cleveland, whether it was Pere Ubu in the 70's, Death of Samantha in the 80's, or Prisonshake in the 90's, for whatever reason(s), bands from this Midwest city always seem to play with a chip on their shoulder. It feels and sounds like it's damn near a necessity. With Nowhere's Matthew Rolin, his inspiration like so many before him also seems steeped in spite. Playing every instrument, singing and recording every note, he's taken giant steps while locked away with each new project of his to where any irony of this latest effort 'Invisible World', certainly, is not lost in the mix. Dialed in and deftly adding to the sum of his influences; further building the psych-rock Tower of Babel atop such solid foundations of Syd Barrett and the Paisley Underground's Rain Parade, to even that of some of its newest constructs with Dungen and Tame Impala, Nowhere's third full length album, from beginning to end, strives to be one of the best listens of the year. Just bubbly enough for pop, just driven enough for rock, and just tweaked out enough for psych, about the only problem with this album is that each listen through conjures up dreams of a happy haze kaleidoscope of hot summer days." - Michael James Pultz (Loop Music)
2) NoWhere is an Alternative rock band from Virginia Beach,VA
In Fall of 2004 released 1st EP All TAPPED OUT- The Demo. Contained the First version of Cough Up Blood , which was later re-released on there 2006 Full CD Debut - Counting On Nothing.
3) NO'WHERE Japanese rock band formed in 1998 and disbanded in 2000. Correct tag to NO'WHERE.
Nowhere (now called Hathors) is a alternative rock band from Winterthur Zurich, Switzerland.
In Spring 2008, they released their first EP titled "Messages from the Universe", containing 5 tracks ("Hype It", "Segaboy", "Mobile Terror Love Delusion", "Don in Therapy" and "Stoneration")
4) Nowhere is a Finnish solo project, with material ranging from Ambient & Electronica to Industrial Metal.
5) Also, a fast and energetic finnish punk rock band Nowhere from early 90's shouldn't be forgotten. They recorded two 7"ep's, one mini-cd and four compilation tracks between 1991 and 1993.
6)Features current and ex members of Weekend Nachos & Dead City
7) From the ashes of the Memphis Shoegaze group 'American Gods' rises Chicago's Nowhere. Features current and ex members of Weekend Nachos, Dead City, American Gods, Half-Acre Gunroom, and Harm's Way. Full Length debut is forthcoming in November 2012.
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Eight Ball God
by Nowhere
A time capsule casket closed containing all the words I ever spoke
and I wonder if anyone would care enough to dig it up in ten years.
It's weird to think about: everything pure will eventually be relevant even if the artist isn't here for it.
You could die as a failure, but future figure because whatever current culture couldn't comprehend it.
It's a poet's curse.
and it only gets worse.
They're only open to your words A.D. like a convertible hearse.
The most underground artist – the one that is buried in this dirt – has always felt buried under the pressure of the world.
We're all in debt to serve good deeds.
We're all in debt financially.
We're in the depths of being destined to die, but we're born to live so we live to leave
because we'd rather be elsewhere.
Fuck it.
I'd rather be someone else and I'll leave my environment before I let it define myself.
I take the landscape-goat that forever defines my fate.
The freeway leads to the grave.
It's all down hell from here, unless we're road kill on the way.
I chase my dreams because my nightmares chase me and the terror of being forgotten is haunting.
Often times, I'm left wandering- wondering if the world will ever know?
Will I not get a chance or make no change like putting a ghost on death row?
I prayed to the eight ball god and all I got was "try again later,"
but I don't think I will because I fear the word "no" more than my deathbed.
I don't like the odds of the future in this being pretend, because they're not in my favor
like five in the chamber to my head playing reverse Russian roulette.
But what else do I have but to make something shovel worthy?
I'm working on zombie words in case the casket comes early.
They say nothing worth having comes this easy, but having nothing's been the hardest thing to happen to me.
And it's not about the money; it's about the dream.
But how bleak the world seems when they're both out of reach and I'm still reaping the shadows
a future bound for the gallows.
I use to spotlight to pause life and just see the momentary clarity that is me:
the confessions of the godless.
Finding more guidance in a magic eight ball of responses that uses the same illogic
of asking questions we don't want answers to.
Praying for things we don't need.
Planning for a tomorrow even though there's no guarantee but we still sing,
Here's to hoping
Here's to coping.
Here's to dying on your knees.
Here's to losing everyone and everything because you cut off your own feet.
Here's to shoving religion down my throat hoping that I choke
but I won't because I can't live or die for something I can't see.
The sunrise with my eyes I can see today, I can see me.
And those are the only things that I'll ever believe, because tomorrow I'll feel like a death row ghost again with no role in modern civilization, because making memories is making cemeteries out of us.
Because if we're underground long enough, then we're dead.
Contributed by Peyton A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
by Nowhere
A time capsule casket closed containing all the words I ever spoke
and I wonder if anyone would care enough to dig it up in ten years.
It's weird to think about: everything pure will eventually be relevant even if the artist isn't here for it.
You could die as a failure, but future figure because whatever current culture couldn't comprehend it.
It's a poet's curse.
and it only gets worse.
They're only open to your words A.D. like a convertible hearse.
The most underground artist – the one that is buried in this dirt – has always felt buried under the pressure of the world.
We're all in debt to serve good deeds.
We're all in debt financially.
We're in the depths of being destined to die, but we're born to live so we live to leave
because we'd rather be elsewhere.
Fuck it.
I'd rather be someone else and I'll leave my environment before I let it define myself.
I take the landscape-goat that forever defines my fate.
The freeway leads to the grave.
It's all down hell from here, unless we're road kill on the way.
I chase my dreams because my nightmares chase me and the terror of being forgotten is haunting.
Often times, I'm left wandering- wondering if the world will ever know?
Will I not get a chance or make no change like putting a ghost on death row?
I prayed to the eight ball god and all I got was "try again later,"
but I don't think I will because I fear the word "no" more than my deathbed.
I don't like the odds of the future in this being pretend, because they're not in my favor
like five in the chamber to my head playing reverse Russian roulette.
But what else do I have but to make something shovel worthy?
I'm working on zombie words in case the casket comes early.
They say nothing worth having comes this easy, but having nothing's been the hardest thing to happen to me.
And it's not about the money; it's about the dream.
But how bleak the world seems when they're both out of reach and I'm still reaping the shadows
a future bound for the gallows.
I use to spotlight to pause life and just see the momentary clarity that is me:
the confessions of the godless.
Finding more guidance in a magic eight ball of responses that uses the same illogic
of asking questions we don't want answers to.
Praying for things we don't need.
Planning for a tomorrow even though there's no guarantee but we still sing,
Here's to hoping
Here's to coping.
Here's to dying on your knees.
Here's to losing everyone and everything because you cut off your own feet.
Here's to shoving religion down my throat hoping that I choke
but I won't because I can't live or die for something I can't see.
The sunrise with my eyes I can see today, I can see me.
And those are the only things that I'll ever believe, because tomorrow I'll feel like a death row ghost again with no role in modern civilization, because making memories is making cemeteries out of us.
Because if we're underground long enough, then we're dead.
Contributed by Peyton A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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