Children's Masterpiece Theatre is an alternative rock band from Chicago, IL. After nearly seven
years of self-produced and distributed CD's, CMT released their third full-length album on Tyranny Belle Records on September 27th, 2007.
Children's Masterpiece Theatre started out as a one-man studio project, went through a number of line-up changes over the years and is currently a four-piece band featuring Gerald Good on drums, Timothy O'Connell on guitars/vocals, Peter Walsh on bass and Nate Winter on synth.
The band's most recent material sounds like a cross between Cursive and Chemlab or Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. Children's Masterpiece Theatre's unusual sound is characterized by aggressive drums and thick bass at the rear, O'Connell's ragged howl at the front and a melody section in the middle that sounds like a fistfight between a solid-state synthesizer and a classic Fender.
Children's Masterpiece Theatre started out as a one-man studio project, went through a number of line-up changes over the years and is currently a four-piece band featuring Gerald Good on drums, Timothy O'Connell on guitars/vocals, Peter Walsh on bass and Nate Winter on synth.
The band's most recent material sounds like a cross between Cursive and Chemlab or Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. Children's Masterpiece Theatre's unusual sound is characterized by aggressive drums and thick bass at the rear, O'Connell's ragged howl at the front and a melody section in the middle that sounds like a fistfight between a solid-state synthesizer and a classic Fender.
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Party's Over: Nate Winter + Tim Halloween Road Trip
Nate Winter | November 4, 2008
I'm Nate Winter, and I approve this message.
Tim and I road tripped to our nation's capitol for Halloween. He dressed as a Viper pilot from the new Battlestar galactica. He sewed the costume while I drove. In doing so he even misplaced a 3-inch sewing needle. I knew there was a reason my scrotum looked like a pin cushion designed to look like a tomato.
I dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. The clear plastic rain poncho I wore created a rainforest effect on my $800 Italian suit, which dampened it with condensation. Bad news bears. The ultimate irony occurred this morning when I took the suit to the dry cleaner. I pointed out to Mrs. Kim that there were some red spots on the suit. She asked me what caused the spots. I said, "Fake blood." Her face turned very serious and she said, "Blood?" I nodded gravely and explained the cultural value of Hewie Louis and the News.
Also ironic was that I'd sought out a prop hatchet for use with the costume, but none could be found. Empty handed, I opted for a fake bowie knife instead. However 20 minutes before departing from DC I discovered a real, 20-pound axe in the back yard of the house where we had stayed the whole weekend. There was no photo opp, just a nut punch of regret.
Even more bizarre was the fact that this, my most realistic and disturbing costume to date (a vain, greedy, female-torturing serial killer), yielded the most success with the ladies ever documented in a Nate Winter Halloween. First base rules. The world is a very different place than we thought.
On the way home Tim and I listened to the 2007 Tyranny Belle Halloween EP. And cried. And Papa Roach's "Paramour Sessions." Cried more, laughed in disbelief.
It was like a buddy movie. I explained testicular torsion. He told me about the alleged government conspiracy of mind control via fluoridated tap water. I suggested we listen to Maroon 5. He napped. We agreed on the unadulterated merits of a We Are Scientists album liner notes, and the numerous demerits of the songs.
And now we're back. Video tapes returned. Party's over.
Nate Winter
Tim and I road tripped to our nation's capitol for Halloween. He dressed as a Viper pilot from the new Battlestar galactica. He sewed the costume while I drove. In doing so he even misplaced a 3-inch sewing needle. I knew there was a reason my scrotum looked like a pin cushion designed to look like a tomato.
I dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. The clear plastic rain poncho I wore created a rainforest effect on my $800 Italian suit, which dampened it with condensation. Bad news bears. The ultimate irony occurred this morning when I took the suit to the dry cleaner. I pointed out to Mrs. Kim that there were some red spots on the suit. She asked me what caused the spots. I said, "Fake blood." Her face turned very serious and she said, "Blood?" I nodded gravely and explained the cultural value of Hewie Louis and the News.
Also ironic was that I'd sought out a prop hatchet for use with the costume, but none could be found. Empty handed, I opted for a fake bowie knife instead. However 20 minutes before departing from DC I discovered a real, 20-pound axe in the back yard of the house where we had stayed the whole weekend. There was no photo opp, just a nut punch of regret.
Even more bizarre was the fact that this, my most realistic and disturbing costume to date (a vain, greedy, female-torturing serial killer), yielded the most success with the ladies ever documented in a Nate Winter Halloween. First base rules. The world is a very different place than we thought.
On the way home Tim and I listened to the 2007 Tyranny Belle Halloween EP. And cried. And Papa Roach's "Paramour Sessions." Cried more, laughed in disbelief.
It was like a buddy movie. I explained testicular torsion. He told me about the alleged government conspiracy of mind control via fluoridated tap water. I suggested we listen to Maroon 5. He napped. We agreed on the unadulterated merits of a We Are Scientists album liner notes, and the numerous demerits of the songs.
And now we're back. Video tapes returned. Party's over.
Nate Winter
