6 Pack Deep ***Just The Tip***

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Member Since:

March 23, 2005

Members:

Lyle Robelot
--> Vocals/Trombone

Aaron Triche (Fury)
--> Trumpet/Vocals

Geoff Grice (Spooner)
--> Trombone/Vocals

Dustin Smith
--> Guitar

Jason Campisi
--> Bass

Jeff Fountain (J Time)
--> Drums

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Influences:

BEER and other alcoholic beverages.

Sounds Like:

A baby being born in a helicopter with some crazy kids throwing cornflakes into a frying pan with bacon and old brakes and a unicorn dry-humping a pegasus across the lea from a tree falling with no one around but wind rustling leaves like a chemistry experiment of two turn tables and a microphone and that's a barrel of monkeys or the last hit off a bong of a dying giraffe and ice cubes or a boxing match that's an emotional roller coaster while shuffling cards during Christmas' twelve clowns climbing out of a tiny burning car or a burning couch shakin' like a martini not stirred and wind pants on thunder thighs and a floating keg of money shot or a game of charades with much success at turning a page then flicking a cigarette at a spider crawling down your back and a firing squad's salute to the shocker while a hundred one armed men clap for an encore with a hurricane's appeal and six sick sheep six sick sheep six pack deep is grass growing and the battery of an egg under a flickering fluorescent light casting fireworks into an echo of a stopped up toilet with paint drying on the seat full of static electricity shocking the ants marching across a television screen watching a dirty sanchez rub one out on a sailboat during a game of chess while a wookie sits on the ewok with red fever. - and balls. 6 Pack Deep has balls. You know, those dangly things ‘tween the man thighs of six overly flatulent dudes who enjoy poop jokes almost as much as a good boob. Not just any boob, like a floppy pancake breast of your grandma’s neighbor who weeds her garden sans bra and bakes those cookies that gave everyone the runs, but a nice perky rack usually only found in a magazine. The internet has boobs. 6 Pack Deep enjoys being on the internet. Boobs. Look us up. 6 Pack Deep wears girls long johns because they enjoy the cupping feeling of snug tightness, especially Geoff. Dustin enjoys hitting on the other members of the band and they’re all very uncomfortable around him and his monster manness. Monster in the disturbing appearance sense of the word, not particularly in size. Deep inside, no, deeper, yeah, that’s the spot, 6 Pack Deep creates music like birthing a child. Not a cute baby but one you look at and say, “bless it’s heart,” and pinch it when it’s teenage mother isn’t looking. Why is the baby crying? Here, take it! Watching 6 Pack Deep feels like giving birth to a badger. They scream and pop around the stage much like placenta in the backseat of a school bus. Each band member has their very own nose. Except for Jason. He blows something else. They share couches even though they’re all overweight. They’re so over weight, though their favorite pastime is hogging, where they single out a fatty in the crowd and then hump her in the back of the van. Occupied! A person bearing witness to a 6 Pack Deep live extravaganza will experience a sensation much like catching a boner in the passenger seat while on a long road trip, trying fruitlessly to hide it and ending up playing with it so much that you spunk on your leg then have to explain the wet spot to your mom when you take a pee break at the next stop. Nice boobs aren’t only in magazines. Internet. There’s nothing wrong with teenage pregnancies or obesity or illiteracy or vast incompetence. What do you want from us? We’re a band and we like talking about feces, looking at feces, poking feces, throwing feces, and finger painting. We play music much like LOUD. You know? We’re like a three hour long verbal pause followed by that dickworm in theater choking on hot tamales while the movie’s just getting interesting (usually with boobs). Erection. Enough about the feces for a second. Girlfriends don’t agree with 6 Pack Deep. Will you be Fury’s girlfriend? But girls like them for their mastery of the sack. Not so much the bed (or the things done in bed, better done in a bathroom stall I always say) but the dangly things. Remember? Just look at Lyle’s head. They have mad sack skills. You know? Bring them to the show but guard the women well. Long distance humping is not out of the question. They’ve been known to impregnate whatsherfaces in bathrooms while on stage. They probably just sat in leftover 6 Pack Deep batter while pooping but they still want that alimony because 6 Pack Deep refuses to be swabbed. Children think they’re pirates. Back to the boobs. Chesticles are a main part of 6 Pack Deep. Each band member sports a sizeable rack of their own and enjoys flashing the wimmin-folk. They have many songs about the boob and being in a band and riding in a van. Don’t drink that. Bottles in the van be dangerous to landlubbers. They carry potent flavors from far eeeeway shores. They are appreciative of the saggies, the perkies, and even the itty-bitties. Feces. So you may be asking yourself, “hey, stupid, what is 6 Pack Deep looking for in a woman?” And they would answer you thusly and this way next to none other than right here with: boobs. You know? Full of beer, consciousness is optional but legs are cool and a “how the hell did I get here” outlook on life. Drink this. It’s good for your skin and nails. Not that 6 Pack Deep cares about skin. If you were skinless and had boobs and bootyhole you’d be their friend. Puph. True. The butt. It’s a symphony of the heiny. Did I mention they play music? From time to time they’ll bang out a tune (ha! bang, like doin’ a chick)(get it?)(shit’s funny). Word. And when they get really drunk they say things like “bra” (not the thing that holds boobs but the other word for dude or guy or buddy or dickshit) and “dickem.” We’re a friend of the homosexual community. So why book 6 Pack Deep? First of all, they bring the boobs, and the men. They will drink all of your leftover liquor and beer and steal any cardboard things, like toilet paper rolls you might have lying around. To put it simply: gerbils in. Speaking of Friday nights, they love a good sausage fest. Germans are cool. 6 Pack Deep like their cars but they drive a Ford (made in China). It’s big and long. Like a sausage. Blue and white sausage. Gansta, yo. It pulls quite a load to their shows and where did I put that gerbil? Did you nail it down? Not like nail it like what they try to do to chicks that pass out but actually put a nail through it, attaching it to something solid and unliftable. Jesus, don’t you get it? If not, it will become part of their load. When their load becomes too much they will blow it. Call ‘em. Let’s have a water birth. They’re 6 Pack Deep, and they’re… Want a ride in the van? Well you can’t because half of 6 Pack Deep are registered (not at Bed Bath & Beyond). But we do have free candy. Can you help them find their puppy? They were on the way to a show and got stopped by a woman looking for 10 or 15. They had neither so they arrived on time and delivered an untherapeutically forgettable performance. On time? Check out the pics on the online interwebs. Only $12 a month. What impresses 6 Pack Deep the most is when the carpet matches the pubes. Red shag upstairs means a necessary downstairs coordination, unless the basement is tiled and the backdoor is unlocked. Intruder alert! She’s got it closed for maintenance. Infestation? During low tide at the wharf, they like anything that comes in nets. Would you like a fish sandwich? Fishsticks. Feces. They rhyme source with resource. Got a problem with that? Consider them influenced. J-Time likes big butts and he cannot lie, but he likes penis much better. Boobs. If there’s a guy at the bar being a douche, you can bet the other 5 of 6 Pack Deep will be talking shit about him. They make love. Doggie style. So sweet and oh so sensual. The butt. Much like the Taco Bell on which they feast like ravenous beast from the east or at least you’ll know whether a burrito or taquito is hiding in their speedo, and here is their credo: drink hard, live sleazy. It’s like AT&T when the clocks strikes three, yo. No tone, I need money.

Record Label:

DrunkMouse Records