"We're an indie-vaudeville-conceptual-art-rock-slideshow band," says singer/songwriter Jason Trachtenburg. "We've got the market cornered! There's no band that can hold a candle to us in that department."

The Trachtenburgs are a domestic trio (dad Jason, mom Tina Piña, 15-year-old daughter Rachel), who play quirky indie pop songs in the key of unironic good, clean fun with one major catch: All the songs carefully rhyming lyrics come from the vintage slide collections they've found at estate or garage sales that accompany their performances.

What's more, including their retro fashion sense inspired by Mom Tina, the Trachtenburgs are a charming relic: a vintage throwback to a simpler, more self-sufficient, family-oriented time ... just like their music.

Tina Piña and Jason met at a Greenwich Village open-mic in 1989, and the pair later relocated to Seattle. They had a daughter, Rachel, and ran a dog-walking business while Jason worked Seattle's open-mic circuit. When his eccentric indie pop was failing to find an audience, Tina suggested he augment his act with slide imagery. On a subsequent dog-walking trip with Rachel, she found an old slide projector at a garage sale, and a box of slides from a random family's 1959 mountain trip to Japan.

The next morning, Tina awoke to find Jason had spent the entire night writing a song to accompany the slide presentation - appropriately titled "Mountain Trip to Japan, 1959." Six-year-old Rachel was recruited to play harmonica; (she later moved over to drum duties), Tina was appointed projector operator/backup singer, and the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players were born.

Then the kingdom of heaven shall be likened to ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom.

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And I looked up. He said, Jesus is in your mouth. He said it, and I complied.

And at midnight a cry was heard: Behold, the bridegroom is coming; go out to meet him! Then all those virgins arose and trimmed their lamps.

Oh, genuflect for Jesus Bend in bliss Each rug burn ( He teaches ) A Christ-cherry kiss

Oh come, loved ones, with Him reside Let us all be Christian brides ! With one mind we cannot falter Faith divine lies at the altar

Where we, His connubial congregation, tender holy vestal oblations; Seek we not in vain his approbation -

The gloriole: His vow of conjugation !

His band of gold, a bond of liberation - Hymeneals be sung with exaltation !

Oh chaste ones, let us unite and kneel His rod invites Our God is real

"Tammy Faye Starlite -- named for the television evangelist's wife, Tammy Faye Bakker -- is a nasty girl. In the course of the evening she will peel off her elbow gloves and strip to a chemise so skimpy it brings a blush to her own husband's cheeks. But by that time the faint of heart will have fled. Propriety seldom survives into the second verse of a Starlite song. Her lyrics begin with characters found in all country songs: simple men or women on a bad drunk, in a bad marriage or strung out on divorce or unrequited love. But family values soon turn to incest and the love of God gets downright carnal. Her band, the Angels of Mercy, lay down the sure rhythms and artful guitar fills that country fans love. But anyone who takes the genre too seriously is certain to be burned.

357 LOVER is the band. Suke, Ron, Dave and Corn Mo. They’ve opened for Ben Folds and They Might Be Giants. They’ve been the backing band for Andrew WK and John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig). They went to SXSW stopping at different towns on the way and back to their hometown of Brooklyn, NY. They’re currently finishing Diorama of the Golden Lion to follow the ep Your Favorite Hamburger is a Cheeseburger.