The Postman Syndrome
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Matt Lupo (guitar/vocals/trumpet)
Mike Somers (drums/percussion)
Brett Bamberger (bass/vocals)
Chris Alfano (guitar/vocals)
Jim Stang (guitar/vocals)

A band's identity is defined when each member can be true to themselves, yet still work as a cohesive unit. Individual differences can be strengths if the unique pieces fit together in a manner that is pleasing to the senses; which in this case is your ears. For those of you that happen to enjoy the sounds of five strapping young gentlemen, exploring the darker and lighter sides of the Force through unconventional instrumentation, please accept the story of The Postman Syndrome as our gift to you. Two lads by the names of Jim Stang and Chris Alfano met in the Summer of 1996. Both were facing the dissolution of their current musical relationships, and were looking for new bandmates to yell and bitch at. They created music, but it turned out to be really really good music, and everyone was happy. Shouts of "we're the greatest band in the world!" could be heard from the mouths of this arrogant young juggernaut. They still bitched up a storm, but were often silenced in awe by the drumming of one Michael Somers, who was described as having "an invisible third arm" by everyone's favorite funnyman / bassist Brett Bamberger. After a few weeks, it was decided that everything was perfect. The songs were original, complex, emotional, and at times humorous as well. Only one thing was missing: a guy who could sing, play trumpet, and shred his ax thrash metal style with the best of 'em. Obviously a Matt Lupo type person was required, so they found themselves a Matt Lupo, wrote more great songs, tried to get laid, graduated high school, got laid, played some kick ass live shows with the likes of Candiria and Crisis, and established themselves as the best thing to happen to music since sex and rugs. This is especially impressive, since everyone knows that a drumset will slide all over the stage without a piece of woolly fabric underneath it. The Postman Syndrome obliterate all audiences they play in front of, except for close-minded meatheads and dead people. They play intense music; sometimes serene, sometimes bludgeoning. They are influenced by everything from jazz to metal. Their songs often resemble classical compositions more than rock songs, but their pop sensibilities keep even the bourgeois enthralled in an addict's frenzied bliss. They're heavy enough to be metalcore. They're trippy enough for Phish-heads. They're as bitter as any emo band, but they know when to not take themselves seriously. They'd call themselves prog-rock, but they want to sell cd's. They sound like The Postman Syndrome. Every band plays themselves off as the best new band in their scene, but The Postman Syndrome go further. To hell with labels. The Postman Syndrome play themselves off as the best new band period. The scary thing is, a lot of people think they're right. Be it for refreshingly original and talented musicianship or heart-soaked songwriting, beautiful melody or bone grinding brutality; if you aren't taken in by The Postman Syndrome you're obviously missing an essential part of your brain.