Tummy Boy

Seeing that the jubilee is next year, there has been a renewed surge of interest in Ping’s whatabouts and whereabouts. This is hardly surprising, given the spectacular nature of the artistic outlet you are about to receive. But ladies and gents, you will have to hold your hoses for a little while longer.

In the meantime we invite you to have a peek at what occurred in Brown Lagoon studios an evening in June, when the renowned Arctic throat singer Señor Baj joined us for some Pingoleeze pop-music propulsion. A display of craftsmanship, this classic little piece was composed, arranged and recorded in an eight hour sitting. (As usual, if any failed or aspiring states want to use the melody for national anthem – please give us a heads up in advance!)

Motorik

Ping is proud to present this visually stunning video from “The Hurricane Spoof”.
While enjoying the pulsating beat of Motorik, director Erik Ferguson realised he ought to gather the Bergen mob; get down and dirty, not to mention semi-nude, to deliver this gritty piece of noir document. I’m telling you, this is almost exactly as it happened in that particular reality.

Sitting in metal, looking at plants
Living in concrete, looking through glass
Putting plants in my mouth
Pointing arm to the south
It’s so easy, it’s so easy

Shaking body laying on the rocks
Receiving sound in the ear
Twisting mouth while making these words
Processing sound that I hear

Oh, I’m gonna keep it easy,
Can you switch the light?
’cause I’m living in it,
tell me when to stop
’cause the sky has turned white

Ave Pingus – new single & video

At long last, Brown Lagoon Media Syndicate is proud to present the première piece of pingoleeze prog-pop from “The Hurricane Spoof“.

Ave Pingus follows the tale of a troubled romantic and his talented, juvenile monkey.

I put leather beneath my soles to insulate
a lever between our souls to isolate
I let her behold my sole emotion – hate
wrote a letter before it’s too late

I got a present for you – lost in the woods
It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene
He’s got a heart of gold and your name tattooed on his tongue
every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods
I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?
oh…

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control!