Traders of the Precinct

Bio:

..Welcome to Traders of the Precinct on MySpace..

Bryce Halliday: Piano, vocals, electronics

David Young: Drums, vocals

Coming soon to a stage near you…the residing kings of lame jokes, interpretive dance and badly-written bios. Yes, boys and girls, it’s the Traders of the Precinct, all the way from the left of the centre of the middle of nowhere, ready to rock your socks off. Unless you happen to have the kind of socks with the little suspender things to hold them off. They’re damn near IMPOSSIBLE to rock off.

In the blue corner is Mr. Bryce “Da Man” Halliday. Don’t let the bespectacled, clean-cut look fool you- he’s actually rather dangerous to know. The politeness, the charm and the wit are all a crumbling veneer. For amongst the many offences on his criminal record, performing his school’s hymn on the ukulele at his graduation ceremony is possibly the biggest/baddest.
Oh yeah, you’d better believe it.
Halliday takes out all of his dark side and his anger on his beloved electric piano and his trusty old Casio. If that wasn’t enough, he’s also quite a lovely singer and has a tiny little laptop filled with funky beats and samples. What more could you want in a man?

In the red corner is Mr. David James “I Don’t Have A Nickname” Young. What’s fascinating about him is that he’s more or less Bryce’s polar opposite. With a caveman beard and a stocky (read: fat) figure, you’d have expected the guy to have done a bit of damage over the years. Sadly, no. The worst he’s ever done is trashed his own drum kit on stage and busted some sound guy’s mic- and even then, nothing got irreparably broken. How boring is that?
If he seems a familiar face, perhaps you’ve seen him performing with his main band, Once and Always; or performing in various plays and musicals for his old school at St. John’s in God-forsaken Nowra, or even drumming for petite indie-pop starlet Christina Mullany. If he doesn’t seem a familiar face, let’s brief: David drums. And sings. Loudly.

So when these two worlds collide, one can only expect trouble. And one gets it in bucketloads- Traders of the Precinct play flamboyant power-pop with a harmony-glazed edge, with both foot and tongue steadfast in mouth and cheek respectively. Take the best and the worst of theatre, comedy, pianos, drums, pop, rock, dance, disco, weirdness, horror, pants, overquoting films, the end of the world, metal, colour and Prince.
Now put them in a blender of some sort. Trust us. It'll taste delicious.

After a year of silence, Bryce and David want to make 2009 the year of the Trader’s Entrance. You can make a difference. We’re not sure how just yet, but we’ll keep you posted.

TRADERS OF THE PRECINCT ARE QUITE GOOD. TELL YOUR FRIENDS.

By the way...

GET US TO PLAY YOUR SHOW!....

We're keen as hell to get our band out there. So if you're a roots/acoustic/folk/alternative/musical comedy act and you've got an empty spot on your bill, let us fill it! We're looking to play up and down the coast of NSW, up to Sydney and down in the Shoalhaven.
So please get in contact with us!

So all you medium-to-big acts out there,
Please hear our plea,
We all want you to plainly see...

We're the ones for the job
And there's a pretty good chance
That we could get the joint to rock and have the people dancing
And it'd be pretty cool to put on our CV
'Cause all our mates have seen your clips on their TVs.

SALUTES AND BLESSINGS TO THE WEIRD ONES.

Member Since:

July 23, 2006

Members:

It's like this.

Traders of the Precinct are Bryce Halliday and David James Young.
Bryce plays piano, David plays drums.

They both sing (either backing or lead).
On other occasions, either or both will be playing/using:
* Acoustic guitar
* Harmonica
* Laptop (beats, samples, sequencer, etc)
* Various percussion
* Interpretive dance.

We are a self-managed band and we have no label.
If you're interested in booking us, or know someone who might, email David: valkyriefasterlouder@gmail.com.
Failing that, just give us a bell on good ol' MySpace.

Influences:

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Sounds Like:

An interesting battle between punk vs. rock and roll vs. classical vs. comedy.
Or, to put it bluntly, two guys who are passionate about music rocking the cocks off their respective instruments.

Record Label:

drill, baby, drill