Song #4: The New Invaderz Anthem (1979)

In 1979, while helping assemble Skyline Recording (jackhammers and solder anyone?), I was also writing a concept album with Gary Dranow, about aliens who come to earth through an accidental interaction of radio waves and chemicals.

My friend, Sam Cherroff, was attending CSUN as a film major, and I co-opted the opportunity to make a music video. We shot (on film) in a huge, new drainage pipe, that ran under Rinaldi Street in the north part of the San Fernando valley.
With a can of red spray paint, Mark Boberg improvised our logo on one of the walls of the pipe.

We were convinced that in the future, people would want to watch music videos.

MTV first aired in 1981.

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial premiered in 1982

Ah youth.

Well, music is after all, the universal language, and if you ever needed to communicate with an alien, music might be a good place to start.

Close Encounters anyone?

The band broke up not long after this, due to too many chemicals interacting with our radio waves.

A very cool anthem.

I would definitely be dead by now had this band succeeded.

The New Invaderz Anthem

We're not just bad boys with big stage dreams

We are the New Invaderz

We come from every space and time

Draining into the sidewalk cracks

We're coming the New Invaderz

You can leave your back doors open at night

Put a message in a room of your house

You can turn out the lights

And the innocents will sleep alright

We are the New Invaderz

We are the soul survivors

We are the real perpetrators

We are the real

A vehicle of art or a sixties clone

We are the New Invaderz

A mind meld into words and tone

Attacking the cultural edges

Come in the New Invaderz

You can leave your front doors open at night

Put a message in a room of your house

You can turn out the lights

And the innocents will sleep alright

We are the New Invaderz

We are the soul survivors

We are the real perpetrators

We are the real

We don't look like anybody else you've ever seen

Our minds are made up and our faces are clean

And we might just stick around for a while

You can open the door you can run down the street

Put a sign on the top of your house

We'll be landing where you put the lights tonight

Britt Bacon: vocals, guitar, bass

Gary Dranow: lead guitar, BG vocals
Fred Rehfeld: synth, BG vocals
Shaun Weinstein: drums

Written by Britt Bacon and Gary Dranow
©1979

Source: mono mag from film transfer