Happy end of old year

This has been an odd year, despite 2020 being an even number. Nevertheless, this post is not about pandemics or political tomfoolery, but a message from Ping – to you – about the power of music, humour and … But lets not get ahead of ourselves. This year saw the release of the much anticipated “The Zigzag Manoeuvre” on Apollon Records Prog. We are delighted to finally share our work with you again, after the long period of radio silence. Some of you might have heard that one of the songs on the album – “Hammer falling from the sky” – was written and partly recorded two days before our studio burnt to the ground. Thankfully, the recording was saved! And it just so turns out that this song contains several premonitions of the year that just passed by “Like a hammer falling from the sky – on your head – on your toe – again”.

With the arrival of a new year, here’s from the heart of our bottoms – from Ping with love:

Hammer falling from the sky

Like a carrot on the market, 
or a stain on the carpet.  
Like a shave at the barber shop,  
I will be there for you.  

A parking ticket on your windshield,  
a hammer falling from the sky. 
On your head. On your toe. Again.  

Like a crumble in the jungle, 
Scissors when you stumble.
Withered flowers on the grave, 
I will be there for you.
He will be there for you.  

Like a piece of salmon sandwich, 
or pepperoni with cheese, 
or chickpeas if you please. 

I’m running in your tights, 
Feel the cold, dark light.
Shattered, feel like shite! 
Mom! This doesn’t feel right! 

A parking ticket on your windshield,
A hammer falling from the sky. 

Milk your mom – new single

Milk your mom is a passionate epos about at least three dwarves, Tipsy, Weepy and Jingly, maybe more. It is also a blatant mockery of a “Weepy, wobbly wimp who wants a wall”, which would have been funny, if it weren’t so sad. It is a beautiful audiolisation of the half baked truths of contemporary society, that might do some good. Consequently, it is also the ugly bastard of fake news and ill will. Milk your mom, dude.


Painting by Christer Karlstad. Design by Martin Kvamme.

Milk your mom

Sleepy, sloppy slips of sense and soul.
Heaps of hoppy hippies down a hole.
Creepy, croppy crips come crawling home.
Sleepy, sloppy slips of sense and soul.

What are you gonna do?
When you wake up?

Tipsy, topsy trips of mind control.
Weepy, wobbly wimp who wants a wall.
Jingly, jangly bling that jinx the parole.
Mingy, mangy mingers milk your mom!

Tipsy stay here, Weepy don’t go,
Jingly, my love, I need you near.

Biggly, boldly, braggly, breaks the role.
Quingy, quirky, craving for a crown.
Break my bone.
Biggly, boldly, braggly, breaks the role.

God made my Day – New single out now!

Fret no more – the long wait is officially over, as Ping reemerge with a brand new rocker from the upcoming album “The Zigzag Manoeuvre”. “God Made My Day” is a hard rocking vision of post-apocalyptic Russia, sparked with enthusiasm and Jamiroquaiesque chorus. Once again, impressive cover art by painter Christer Karlstad and designer Martin Kvamme. All instruments are played by the usual suspects, including the sensational Kristoffer Berre Alberts breathing air rhythmically through his portable single-reed brass artifact.



Painting by Christer Karlstad. Design by Martin Kvamme.

God Made My Day

Climbing out of the shelter.
Through the rubble of the Voronezh Zoo.
With a zig-zag Manoeuvre, on a prowl tonight.

God made my day! Climbing out,
through the rumble of the Voronezh zoo
With a zig-zag manoeuvre, on a prowl tonight.

Don’t ask why. It’s the day I die.
It’s a broken voice. It’s a living lie

On a motorcycle trip, going straight to the top,
two bucks for a bang and a holler!
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Don’t ask why, it’s the day we die,
it’s a broken marble, we’re flying high.

I’m waiting for the water to boil.

Climbing back in the shelter.

…out of the ashes

As many of you know 2014 was a rough year for Ping. Our studio for thirteen years burnt down, combusting most of our equipment and instruments. Amazingly – one harddisk with our recorded material survived! Still, it has taken time, money and effort to find a new place and rebuild everything. We are currently in a good groove and looking forward to share new material with you, as well as play some gigs!

The A-side

Also known as Radio Hit #1, here’s the lyrics to The A-side. Feel free to sing along.

Is there poison in my wine?

I’m a leopard out of line.

Dining with your pretty friends,

I represent the odds and ends

of this night.


You told me what I cannot do,

All the wrongs I resist for you.

Laughing with your best of friends,

Morning comes and I’ll make amends,

but not tonight.


Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Falls like a star with a number for name.


So I spill my semen and heart

So sincere, this vulgar art.

Mingling with the spotlight fiends

Wonder if it ever ends,

but it might.


Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Falls like a star with a number for name.

Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Shining the surface, striving for fame.

Artwork for the new single ready!

Ping is proud to present the artwork for our coming single “The A-side/The B-side”. Visual miracle worker, Mr Martin Kvamme, once again steps up and does his magic.

The A-side


The single will be available on 7″ vinyl and digital download, courtesy of Brown Lagoon Records. The grand release will be at John Dee, Oslo, Saturday May 11th. Get your tickets here!


The B-side