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Public Service Announcement:
Kris: Vocals + Bass Pat: Vocals + Guitar Zoe: Drums Former Members: Cal : Fake Drums + Synthesizer Sex Bomb Tom: Keytar Bambi: Drums Indo-american-grocerie-pop-rap-funk-bass-crumbcore-snotrocket punk- fiddlesticks. Writes songs about stuff you should know about. Tells everyone what's wrong with them. Complains about complaining. Assassinated JFK, as perequest of Jello Biafra so he could have a cool band name. Staged the moon landing. Alright, so there's a lot of crazy bass riffs going all the time which sound hectic and fast and untraditional. Then there's some whaling screaming guitar on top of that. Kris kind of spits lyrics like hellfire. German looking guy with extremely futuristic tubey pants laying out electronic drum sounds, and synthesizer magic. All topped off with some tweedling keytar (keyboard guitar in case you're retarded) riffs. Now that Zoe Crunkelton is here, they are now considered a real band. "So fuck y'all all o' y'all if y'all don't like me- blow me. Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me." - Bash. |
