Solo artist from Walla Walla fuses guitar-driven eclectic rock with bluesy bits, departing from traditional pop music norms. Classic rock, alternative, and blues licks mixed together with celebratory and sometimes even weird lyrics.
Influences:Jack White, Pink Floyd
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Independent artist Dan Minteer is rather unique in his musical style, a diverse mix of blues and rock, electrified and acoustic.
Says Venusian Green, “Where Minteer truly flourishes is with his knack for lyrics that are both celebratory and pure weird. It’s Blues. It’s Classic Rock. It’s Alternative. Actually, I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I like it.”
Minteer's latest project, Calling All Aliens, is an admirable example and culmination of the rock-blues fusion that showcases many of his signature techniques gained from decades of writing and recording. The intricate mixes satisfy the most demanding of listeners who want to experience choice melodic layers while getting lost in the musical journey.
What do punchy clowns, partying jungle animals, ugly women, a harassed Batman, and threatening aliens all have in common?
From the United Kingdom to Canada, the United States to Pakistan, from Malta and The Netherlands to Sri Lanka and Morocco, artists of all flavors added their unique stamps on a new MINTEER album, Calling All Aliens. With the likes of Batman and Ugly Woman, to Jungle Zoo and Clocked By A Clown, this fun and eclectic mix of captivating tunes will surely reach you, no matter how far off into space your stare.
Girls Love Aliens
“I recently stumbled upon a supremely obscure album by the relatively unknown artist Minteer that I’m coming around on. ‘Calling All Aliens’ is your textbook DIY album, but with a very surprising amount of polish and musical cohesiveness. Minteer’s title track ‘Calling All Aliens’ opens with the bluesiest of blues guitar channeling both The Animals and Raconteurs in a sprawling 6+ minute musical overture. Slight vocal distortions and simplistic yet crisp percussion is what drives much of the album, and there’s a consistency throughout the album’s 12 tracks insofar as every track is consistently different from the last. You don’t have to look too closely to see the fingerprints of Bowie, Beck, The Black Keys and just about every project ever put out by Jack Black all over this album. It pays homage to its predecessors, but is still uniquely original. Where Minteer truly flourishes is with his knack for lyrics that are both celebratory and pure weird. It’s Blues. It’s Classic Rock. It’s Alternative. Actually, I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I like it.” – Venusian Green
Leader of the Mojave Sector Uncertain
“At first, we weren’t sure if we should feel privileged by this strange invasion, or threatened. Looking exceptionally glorious, they descended from the twilight skies in their glistening crafts emitting jewel toned beams of light. They proudly arrived to our desert cities bearing gifts; food and drink elixirs more exotic than anything ever known to us. They fluently spoke our languages. “Welcome home,” they enthusiastically expressed in friendly tones. It all sounded so favorable and good, perhaps too good. Yet we felt honored to surrender to their guidance, to bask in their apparent splendor.
Before we could attempt to understand what was truly happening, things went haywire. Up became down and down, up. We were mentally confused and saw unbelievable visions. I, leader of the Mojave Sector, experienced terrifying apparitions as well, witnessing my childhood hero, Batman, being forcefully and bloodily extracted from his suit, observing angry clowns screaming and clawing at my family, seeing smiling obese women wielding smoked turkey legs lounging in the back of speeding pickup trucks, and watching what looked like a band of mixed jungle animals drinking cocktails and swinging from golden chandeliers through the skies of our city.
For what purposes were our new friends poisoning us and driving us mad? These strange endeavors in our beloved desert astonished and greatly frightened us. After a while even I no longer knew who I was, and had reached the point of not really caring about anything anymore. Feeling victimized and helpless, our behaviors became more erratic. Yet the endless party with the alien “visitors,” as we called them (hoping this was truly a temporary blip in our otherwise pre-alien, perfect lives), continued to exhaustion. While there was still some bit of sanity left, my family and I hastily escaped to the mountains while the fiascos in the desert escalated."
The Legend...(song storyboard)
Welcome Home - Welcome to your new Earthly prison with invading aliens in charge. Put on a good face, they insist, or “we’ll melt all your minds.”
Calling All Aliens - Soon after their arrival they began calling celestial buddies to come and party in the Earth’s deserts and to taste the one-twenty proof human moonshine.
Nu Age Rage - This bluesy instrumental performed by the invaders became Earth’s new anthem under the alien tyranny. The musical mid-section was also an encoded message transmitted to attract more space partiers to the planet.
Batman - Under the aliens’ psychotic influence, the leader of Earth’s Mojave Sector heard much laughing while seeing terrifying visions of his childhood hero, Batman (from the 1960’s), being harassed.
Clocked By A Clown - If you ever get a free ticket to a circus and actually go to see it, do not make eye contact with any clowns or you’ll find real drama chasing you down.
Ugly Woman - No worries. It’s just Bertha lounging in the back of a speeding pickup truck, dangerously wielding a smoked turkey leg and threatening with a promise to cook your next meal on time.
Jungle Zoo - At the height of the alien party phase there were actually some fun moments which made us temporarily forget who was in charge.
You Fit The Description - The constant partying took a toll on even the most ardent alien resistors. Our Earth guests were wearing us down, breaking us one by one.
It’s All About Me - Whenever we tried to resist their influence, or even just temporarily hide from our alien captors to get a short mental break from their intensity, they would sit us down in groups and gently recalibrate us with this lullaby.
Get Over It - Many of us began to openly complain about being victims of this new screwed up society – to deaf ears.
Schizophrenic Cake Walk - At last, we found a weakness in our captors’ powers, based on an old musical game. It drove them mad, but only temporarily.
No Longer Me (Indian Song) - Our moonshine drinking extraterrestrial friends, by force, at last instilled in our psyche the ability to get intoxicated on water they had extracted from our fellow desert dwelling humans. We immediately danced to a strange new tune and again celebrated the alien presence, losing ourselves and our minds once more, but this time, submitting to their power without reservation.