“Since I’m not yet able to interface with age-reversing nanobots, I decided the first step should be to do what I can now to maintain my physical appearance. It’s a vanity move in the present, but ultimately this sort of thing will not be necessary at all.” - Brent Amaker

One week from today-11/7.  Caffe Vita & Neumos present #AndroidAmaker at w/ Fresh Espresso & THE FAME RIOT. TICKETS: $10 ADV http://neumos.com/events/android-amaker/  

NEW: "Transported" by Android Amaker Full disclosure: This blog is consistently pro-Amaker, so it is no surprise that the upcoming Android Amaker project is leading to quizzical excitement. Amaker's the leader of the Johnny-Cash-meets-Devo Brent Amaker and the Rodeo (search this blog and you'll find plenty of entries), but his latest project comes without any pairs of sawdust-covered boots. This concept album intends to tell the story of a world with no sun but plenty of integrated artificial intelligence. Alien overlords uploaded Amaker's consciousness into a mechanical body and now he's throwing back space whiskey, imbibing in galaxy tobacco and playing his role as "The One, King of the Outer Galaxy." Not exactly sure what all that means? Me neither. But this - the second track to be revealed from the Oct. 21 album - keeps the intrigue cruising through my own mind-stars. The vinyl release will be available for pre-order next week. For now, you can pre-order the album on iTunes. More data needed. Bring on Android Amaker. For previous entries on Mr. Amaker and his crew, click here. To read about one of the Rodeo's adventures in Mitchell, SD, click here.

Visit Android Amaker.  The Wheels Are In Motion.

Coming soon from RodeoCorp, Ltd.  Android Amaker on limited edition clear Vinyl.  Fall 2014.

CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE YOU MORE. Pass it on. ANDROID AMAKER is the ONE. ANDROID AMAKER is a conceptual electronic project conceived and created by Brent Amaker, VOX MOD, and P Smoov. Soon after the inception of integrated A.I. and the Explosion of the Sun, Amaker's survival hinged upon a retreat to the far reaches of space and the melding of man and machine. Decades of being on the run, brawls with space bandits, and encounters with alien overlords in the Final Frontier forced Amaker to forsake his Earthly body and upload his consciousness into a mechanical humanoid. Amaker now finds himself in remote dives on distilled moons, riddled with massive mining structures, unrecognizable as the man who once lived in a damp, green corner of the solar system. His memories of that place have long since corrupted and disintegrated from his operating systems. Amaker no longer considers himself an Earth man. Countless extraterrestrial whiskeys, Thylaxian tobaccos, and other foreign contraband have all but eroded whatever humanity he had left. Yet, his voice rings true. His original vocal cords still reverberate throughout his bionic body, emanating electromagnetic waves in a flange-tinged echo. A hypersonic pulse that startles even the most terrifying Trorgian Wolf Clans.