Frobisher is ancient and alone. Thus, Frobisher makes the time to make the tunes that will never make the charts. Frobisher makes the music that starts the fight in an empty room. And the music for the unsafe make-up sex after.
Frobisher, who wrote the material, also caterwauls on vox. This year, his fourth RPM, he is joined this year by a rotating cast of folks who gather loosely under the moniker of Th' Quiet Revolution. There are guitars, keyboards, bass, drum sounds. Everybody takes turns.
13 tracks recorded in February, 2007. All instrumental (mostly because i had no time to do vox). The mastering is somewhat half-arsed. The music ranges from hard to weird.
Put Yer HeadPhones On and Walk(2008)
15 Instrumental tracks, as I do not wish to inflict my yowl on anyone.
Needs a Singer(2009)
More instrumental la-de-da performed solipsistically by my misanthropic self.
11 sloppy, hastily recorded tracks of guitar, bass, drum sounds, keys and vox. The Fi is Lo, but the spirit is high.