Band Members
Marizel Sarangelo :vocals
Dennis Leung : drums
Tim Panganiban : guitar
Coy Placido : bass
Junk would be defined as something of little value, a refuse, a clutter of odds and ends discarded, among others. Clichés aside, different people do easily relate to finding treasure in these bits of disposed rubbish for all the reasons afforded by the human mind; and the mere tension (if ever poetic) of coining a phrase like top junk sets another level of interpreting junk in its decent sense. Of doing things that is passionate, why not realize them in the uppermost? Top junk, indeed: a union of different ideas- music, images, portraits and words to mediums of mass communication. Divergent or pop, it strives to define the truths of life and its inevitable marriage to art, and its divorce to the remotely conventional.
Top Junk is composed of Marizel Sarangelo, Dennis Leung, Tim Panganiban, and Coy Placido: four individuals notorious of daydreaming. Like most gossip shows, their response to how things came about would be a standard liner: well, we started off as friends
Top Junk owes its origins to a peculiar video by its founding mad hatter duo Marizel and Coy. The video features the Masked Rider or Kamen Rider, one of the most popular TV franchises in Japan that dates back to the early '70s. Its despondent electronic music portrays an essential inspiration to a spin-off of a self-confessed amateur production. The video highlights the supposed action figure as a superhero doing hallucinogenic struggles with fame and drugs, fleeing from cheap super villains with the help of its elaborate battle armor. By September of 2005, top junk has risen to a phenomenal membership of four. Forming a band out of necessity and lack of good humor, the group has since composed a couple of dozens of unadulterated original songs and scorings at least inside their scheming heads. Dennis, fresh of Inquirer fame remarkably agrees to play the drums, finely equipped with doll monkeys in slick suites. Exploiting the guitar with his teeth and fingers, Tim offers jackyard of jack TV a style of comedy and technical junk, as top junk would expect a junkie to deliver. Their music is upbeat and childlike. These are good qualities associated with youngsters (we would like to call them in an alternate future as junkies). True. The band members cant help but indulge in an enjoyable recollection of the past thinking how much theyve grown old, withered, and grayed ok, cynical. Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion. Realizing how fleeting time is, not in a philosophical manner, the group infuses punk and pop with their dance habits to rejuvenate the crazy bone inside their unseen pet (junkyard dawg, who in his own right a certified junkie). The rest is still the same. Rehearsals after work ceased at the junkyard in the heart of Q.C., amidst a seemingly posh village lurked the group, where the band concocted their parish contributions. The band although, does have future plans of contributing pop media into the distracted world as soon as you read these words: give them your lovely junk.