The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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The Number Twelve Looks Like You (Sometimes referred to as TNTLLY or The #12) was a mathcore band from Fair Lawn, New Jersey. Combining elements of grindcore, progressive metal, and later salsa, funk and jazz the band became known as a highly influential piece in the local New Jersey scene.
In early 2002, Jesse Korman and Justin Pedrick both met through a mutual acquaintance, and recruiting Christopher Conger, Jamie McIlroy and Alexis Pareja, formed the bass-free outfit And Ever. After releasing a five-song demo and playing a handful of songs together, the band's style began to change slightly, and they soon changed their name to The Number Twelve Looks Like You, a name taken from the title of an episode of the The Twilight Zone.
In early 2003, with newly added bassist Mike Smagula, the band was heard at a live show by an A&R representative from Brutal Records, who was impressed, and informed the heads of the record label about the band. After hearing all the songs the band had currently recorded, the label signed the band in March and commissioned them to record two new songs, which along with the songs they had already recorded, were soon released on the bands first full-length album, Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses.
After extensive touring in promotion of Put On Your Rosy Red Glasses, the band began to catch the attention of Eyeball Records, and eventually they were signed in October 2004. Soon thereafter the band returned to the studio and began work on recording their first release for Eyeball, An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time. The EP, released on January 25, 2005, featured a cover of The Knack's hit, "My Sharona", two new songs, and a re-recording of "Don't Get Blood On My Prada Shoes" and "Jesus And Tori", from their first full-length.
After a short promotional tour for An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time, the band returned to the studio in March, and with producer D. James Goodwin, recorded their follow-up full length Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear.. Finished in seven days and later released on June 7, the album contained, amongst 10 new tracks, re-recordings of two tracks featured on An Inch Of Gold For An Inch Of Time, "Like A Cat" and "Clarissa Explains Cuntainment".
On June 19, 2007, the band released their third full length album, Mongrel.
2008 saw The #12 releasing two CDs. One was a live CD/DVD entitled, Here at the End of All Things and the second release was a limited edition "alien green" 7" titled, The Remixes.
The Number Twelve Looks Like You released their follow up to Mongrel, entitled, Worse Than Alone, on March 10, 2009. Shortly after the album release during the band's tour with Protest the Hero, Misery Signals and Scale The Summit, the band announced that Justin Pedrick had left the band due to his long-time struggle with depression and anxiety.
In early 2010, the band confirmed rumors that they had broken up. Reasons cited by the band about the split stated that it was due to internal issues with each member. The group played their final show on January 29, 2010.
Jessie (Jase) Korman - Vocals (2002–2010)
Alexis Pareja - Guitars, lap steel, keyboards, synthesizers, programming (2002–2010)
Chris Russell - Bass (2006–2010)
Jon Karel - Drums, percussion (2006–2010)
Christopher Conger - Drums (2002–2006)
Mike Smagula - Bass (2003–2006)
Jamie Mcilroy - Guitar (2002–2008)
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