Six feet tall and stunningly beautiful, rock singer STORM - along with her her tight, fiery quintet STORM, INC. from San Francisco, California, describes the band's music as "edgy, and rife with hooks that will scare you into dancing. It's like PJ Harvey sprinkled over some Soundgarden, or Fiona Apple losing it at a Blink 182 show and grabbing the mic from the singer after kicking him in the crotch."
West coast critics have called their performances "exhilarating" and "unforgettable". Their sound is spellbinding, and when combined with Storm's jaw-dropping performances, one can watch as they turn an impartial audience into stomping, cheering fans. How does she do it? Storm, quite simply, does not allow her audience to resist.
"The Calm Years" CD, in true indie style, features a collection of songs that showcase the diverse talent of STORM, INC. Their songs appeal to multiple radio formats, including Mainstream/Modern Rock, Adult/Top 40, Adult Contemporary and College Radio, and is available through www.cdbaby.com.
"The Calm Years" has beautifully crafted pop tunes, some in a low horny grind and some stabbing with punk rock rage. The lyrics are clear, bold and at times laugh-out-loud funny. Storm's voice can soar angelically one moment, and the next it drops as though calling up all the souls in hell for a post-apocalyptic orgy.
The song was inspired by the young, slutty groupies in New York City circa 1989. "I was going to acting school during the day but at night I hung out downtown with a bunch of grubby rockers swilling boilermakers and listening to Guns 'n' Roses and Janes Addiction. Everyone was dressing like a glam-o-pirate at the time, but the girls...the hot catfish candy that tried to get lucky with all the lead singer/guitar playing pirates, wore daisy dukes cut up like g-strings, black fishnets, thigh high boots, and some slip of sleazy lingerie on top. Though I was envious at some of their physical tidbits (I couldn't wear that without looking like a fridge with a bra stretched over it), the thing that struck me about them was their stupid act - their shtick. I don't believe they were stupid, but they got into the whole aesthetic of being these dizzy, laced-up birds click-clacking in their crazy heels, and chasing pirates. And the way their pirate mounts would talk to, at, and about them was awful. The girls would roll their eyes in a mock bitch response or just stare slack-jawed at their nasty knob of the night while he and his other pirates would tally up points on her body parts and abilities. The chicks seemed to like it. I thought it was gross. So I wrote a song about it .
