Skavant​-​Garde: 20th Anniversary Digital Release

by The Malchiks

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In 1996 Frank Henville and Jason DaSilva sat in lawn chairs on the roof of an abandoned school and decided to start a ska band for the summer. Little did they know that idea would lead to the most unbelievable 4 years playing ska everywhere from Vancouver Island to Montreal. Bringing together over a dozen musicians in various combinations the band recorded a 16 track album entitled Skavant-Garde in 1998.

Recorded and mixed in 10 days at Turtle Recording, Fir Street Studios and Columbia Academy in 1998. Engineered by Ron, Larry, Dave and CVJ while being produced by Ron and The Malchiks in Ron-O-Matic Sound and released by Spawner Records.

Who could forget the Hornsmen of the Skapocalypse, the fun, the flames, and the over-the-top hyperactive performances of Scott E. Moil? Although rare reunion shows have occurred in Vancouver a couple times since the disbanding at the turn of the millennium the Malchiks are pleased to re-release this special selection of tracks from the original album for your regular enjoyment. These nine specially selected tracks are once again available to the public well after a decade of the release.

credits

released July 31, 1998

Scott ‘E. Moil’ Hastings – Frontman, vocals
Frank Henville - Percussion, guitars, vocals

Marc "Uncle Giuseppe" Helsen - Guitar
Mike - Bass Guitar
Libby - Drums
Jason DaSilva - Keys

Lawrence Chew - Saxaphone
Nick - Trombone
Jay H - Trumpet
Mark G. - Trumpet

Yoff - Trumpet
Braude - 303, guitar, vocals
Erik O. - Trombone
Mark F. - Tenor Sax
Chris Ball - Trombone

Pete the Skankin' Roadie
Davey the Lazy Merch Guy

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Track Name: Jerry
All I want to do is play the keys like you
Wear a funky suit and crazy combat army boots
Am I just a hypocrite another piece of your bull$#!T?
As we listen to this song can’t we all just get along?

Jerry

Am I just a hypocrite another piece of your bull$#!T?
I don’t want to sell out I just want to rock out

Jerry
Track Name: Smugglers
I got all your records
I know all your songs
I wouldn’t need to practice
I already play along

I can learn all your moves
I can wear bowling shoes
Trade in my teenage rage
Kiss chicks on the stage

Won’t you let me be, the bassist for The Smugglers

Why didn’t you call me
I waited by the phone
Why didn’t you call me…back
Track Name: Dr. Skank N. Stein
Deep in the castles of secret Jamaica
Dr. Skankenstein was tryin’ to make a
Monster from old human bones
Black and white skin for a beautiful two tone

Skankin’ Machine An old skool beat but a brand new scene

Poor Dr Skenkenstien he lost control soon
His Monster ran away under a full moon
Its guidance system was out of order
It was last seen running for the border
Track Name: My feet told me
La la la
And of all the things I’ve had to do
And of all the people that I talked to
And of all the places I travelled through

And my desserts tasted better
And my food it filled me up
I could run with the Irish Setters
And the Waiter he filled my cup

I just had to look down
12 toes twisted my frown
All I did was look down
My feet told me who I was today

And of all the chances I have missed
And of all the lyrics I have risked
And of all the, oh well, you get the drift
Track Name: Spy of Spies
One day I was crawling around in an old abandoned warehouse and I happen to stumble upon some of the most sophisticated spy equipment known to man and as I familiarized myself with the equipment I realized that one day I could and would become the greatest spy in the world…and I thought to myself,
#&@% James Bond.

I’m not the kind of guy who always gets the girls
I’m not the kind of guy with the blondes with tight curls
I’m not the kind of guy who fights lords of crime
Now I’ve spent the time with all the women and wine,
but I’m sill not James bond. #&@% James Bond.

CIA CU L8R
FBI C U Inside
HMSS U R BS
Cause now I’m the Spy of Spies

I’m not the kind of spy who gets to see the world
I’m not the kind of spy with evil plots to unfurl
I’m not the kind of spy who always gets his way
I’m not the kind of spy with the guns and the shades
Track Name: Loverboy
If you want, me to dance
Stuff some bills down my pants
I’m your loverboy

Gonna be your private dancer
Dancer for money
Do what you want me to do

If you’re old and alone
I’m the one that you can own.
I’m your loverboy

Gonna be your private dancer
Dancer for money
Do what you want me to do

Gonna be your private dancer.

At this point in the song, I’d generally perform a complete, and I mean complete, costume change on stage before all of you. Improvised banter. You crazy kids.

If you want, me to dance
Stuff some bills down my pants
I’m your loverboy

Gonna be your private dancer
Dancer for money
Do what you want me to do
Wahoooo!

I’m your loverboy
I’m your prince of joy
Track Name: They stole my suit
That night we broke some strings
One of the least unfortunate things
For when we got back from the show
Someone had broken the window.

Some punk probably did it for fun
Oh god I wish this wasn’t a water gun
Little man I’m going to track you down
Little man I’m going to [scream]

They stole Mikes suit
You think you got away
Here’s what I have to say
We got it on video tape
You better be on the take

Little punk probably did it for fun
Oh god I wish this wasn’t a water gun
Little man I’m going to track you down
Little man I’m going to [scream]

They stole Mikes suit
You think you got away
Here’s what I have to say
We got it on video tape
You better be on the take
Track Name: I got so drunk I peed myself
I just met Paul and he ordered us a pizza
Then drank 2 liters straight to his own head
He had to go cause mother nature she was calling him
He got confused and wet his pants

Mother nature may have meant for it to be this way,
Besides we can always go home and change
Is this supposed to be a lesson for us to learn
But I gotta run when my bladder starts to yearn

I go so drunk I peed myself.

Paul tried to go while he was lying on his side.
Up the hill it went and down it began to slide
It soaked right through his pants but he didn't really care
He was too drunk to mind the urine in his hair

I wandered back to the local corner store
Finding myself having to pee a little more
I find it’s twice as fun when pissing out of doors
So I just let it go and soaked through my blue cords