VINNIE TYPHOID, vox & quinsy; RAE RAE RABIES, yenshee babies; JIMMY TYPHUS, accordian & immodium; CHRISSY COLI, fistula in ano; DANNY BOTOX, special guest ostomy-pouching systems; GARRY KNOBBER, security
Influences
Shooting chlorine, Rotters, Red Sovine, Woody Guthrie, Hugh Beaumont Experience, JJ Allin, sherms, Fuckettes, pissicles, meth eyeshots, old Brad Brains, blaxploitation flicks, flick-knives, small dog breeds, Stringbean, Gynecologists, Johnny Darrell.
Sounds Like
The tarring & feathering of Kofi Abiola on eye-injected crystal meth
Victims of a police ban in their home-town since 2007 - the result of an obsessive crusade by New Labour politician the bumboy Kofi Abiola - London's most feared punk scums the DISCO LEPERS continue to defy the limp-wristed censorship of the state in a series of live performances that have seen venues closed by baton-wielding state thugs, audiences & band members trunchoned & tasered, equipment seized, snitches rewarded, & singer Vinnie Typhoid sentenced to jail. DISCO LEPERS say: SO FUCKIN' BE IT, CUNTS!! In a world where every prissy fucking prick has their price; where every endeavour is bought, castrated, & repackaged for a pack of fashion-tattooed muthafucking clones; where what passes for the true spirit of rebellion is a fraudulent & toothless mediocrity that should be stifled at birth, pissed upon, & flushed down the fuckin' shitter - DISCO LEPERS pledge to continue our collision-course with authority; to spread our disease through raw, threatening, malicious punk rock. We are the bare-bones of rock'n'roll. We're DISCO LEPERS & we don't give a fuck about being 100% in time or in tune. This is as raw as it gets. We don't give a fuck if you like us or not, and we will post a turd in your letter-box either fucking way. If you don't get it, fuck your face - and if you do get it, well fuck you too - we're not here to lick ass. We will continue to disregard the media blackout, & we proffer a filth-encrusted middle-finger direct to your smug face, & sweaty muthafucking sphincter. We fuck all time-servers, peons, stool-pigeons & cunts in the kidneys, heart & lungs with an AIDS-encrusted fathafuckin' chisel. Look for us in the most stinking cesspits of the city; watch for us in the mercury-pits of Sodom & Leather Lane; find us amongst the lowest pox-ridden bunters & flea-bitten pickpocket scum who scrape a living with the suppurating sewer-rat. We're in your fucking nightmares with a syringeful of infected blood, a sherm & a pocket-pistol. We bring rickets and we bring bubonic plague. Fuck those fakes & rapists who pretend to represent the true spirit of raw rock'n'roll. We shan't rest until we parade Kofi Abiola's entrails through the streets on a fuckin' stick.
So we're gettin' muthafuckloads of e-mail asking what this KBD Cuntry shit is. Fucking listen up, dildo, we'll say this once only... DISCO LEPERS are branching out, cunt! Along with the most abrasive punk shit, the Lepers subsist on yer hardcore hillbilly country tuneage. None of yer weak, dog-cock, scum-sucking, sanitized swill - we're talking real raw degen'rate slime, put out in the day by crazed, pill-poppin' Yank cunts with shooters, sherms, & pints o' Wild Turkey. A bird in the backseat with a 'tude to kill, pack of smokes, & a pair o' crotchless fathafuckin' frillies. Soundtrack to an inbreed gettin' harassed, a tootie-fruitie gettin' a kicking, or a pillhead gunning down a muthafucking officer-of-the-peace. We ain't pissin' around & never will, cunt. What happened to country music? That shit got old since the 70's. Blubber-bellied pricks got soft when the money started rollin' in. Mansions, motors & big-titted muthafucking mammas gripped them burger-fed, money-hungry rapists by the ball-sac, & puts the squeeze on them shrivelled, saggin' muthafuckas to this day. Now we got this weak "outlaw country" laughing stock. Hold up... I thought that was a genre from the day? That haemorrhoid-stabbin' mockery was weak as albino's piss then.... what's this new bullshit about? Obese, middle-aged 9-5ers, & trucker-capped mamma's boys packin' rebel insignia in their parents' basement, are outlaws? Conservative flag-wavers, & shandy-poundin' fakers are law-breakers? Each turd, fat as a tub of lard... each runt, weak as a fathafuckin' rabbit... Some of the pricks serious as an anal fissure, others tongue-in-cheek. EITHER WAY, YER A CUNT. If yer serious, ya get a tap in the wind-pipe with a good old muthafucking scaffolding-pole. If yer messing about, ya get a friendly slap, a smegma'd-up cattle-prod to yer podex, & some old dear's potato-peela to yer muthafucking colostomy-bag. Cadillacs in fuckin' Hamburg? Fashion-tattooed limey cocks with farm-equipment logo caps & Davis Allan Coe albums? DISCO LEPERS have news for y'all. We done stripped away yer "rebel-pride" to expose a swollen, muthafucking gut swaying above the lace thong that houses yer meagre farmyard-animal abusin' pisser. We house ground-glass & razor-blades in yer hernia-huggin' gusset. We slice yer mini-tools with dexterity, before inducing you to beshit yer briggs with dry-mouthed, sweaty-assed, muthafucking fear. We grind yer bemused faces in yer own freshly-emitted excreta, then amble back to the bar to continue pullin' yer scabby boila before kicking it into touch to avoid anal HIV. We funnel yer faeces in yer chops before ya can shit it out, then retire to the couch with a speedball, a soft toy, & a tumbler of meths. After 37 FUCKING YEARS of mediocrity, it takes a pack of rabid London scums fresh out of the nick, to nail the true sound & spirit of CUNTRY. A 100% raw mix of old school '77 Killed-By-Death punk, & shit-kickin', shit-yer-britches honkytonk twangin'. Yeah, we're on a new cuntry record with the double J. You weak tools only wish you could be. We seize the reins of country music from you dirty stool-pigeons & fat fucking scabs, operate slice'n'dice to help ya shed a few pounds, then impale yer pasty, pansy, douchebag anuses on a filth-ridden, fatha-rapin' spit. Fuck you & yer muthafucking mamma. Real outlaws live it but don't proclaim it. Trust-fund babies all get rabies. Keep the cunts OUT of cuntry -- DISCO LEPERS, Rose Alley '77 punx.
IF U GUYS ARE EVER IN CALIFORNIA I CAN HOOK U UP WITH SOME METH N H N OC'S FUCK I WAS LITTERALLY PUKING BLOOD ON THE LOADING DOCK TODAY AT WORK, ME THE BAND WAS SMOKING N RECORDING N SNORTING TILL MIDNIGHT LAST NITE,,,,,HEY DONT BE A FUCKING PRICK SHOW SOME LOVE N SEND ME MP3S U FUCKING CUNT N U SEND ME MONEY DIKHEAD YOUR NOT THE ONLY WITH A HABBIT......U NO WHY IM THE ONLYY ONE COMMENTING ON UR PAGE ????? CAUSE U CUNTS HAVENT UPDATED IT FUCKING LAME ASS WANNA BE STREET PUNX
yeah cunt stop fuckin whining ya dozy prick. we mite consider posting new songs but ya gotta fuckin earn 'em. sell yer fuckin love-beads mate, wipe the crust off 'em then e-bay them ratty-lookin sum-bitches & send us the loot (better still don't rinse 'em - mite attract more bids). cunt we gots to score crystal meth to give an edge between heroin fixes right up our jap's eyes & starfish. send us ready cash or just an address and we mite send you a fuckin gg split, but don't fuckin try to palm us off with vids of you jackin off like last time
what the fuck is wrong with u guys, fucking update the page jesus tap dancing christ, im sick of ur fucking 5 songs on there post some rose ally shit come on whos dick do i gotta suck to here a bootleg rose ally song shiiiiiiiity i mean come on shelly come on
dambit ur music is good you no its good punk when u can jack off to it, theres about 3 bands i dont mind listening to while jerking off actually i lied theres more like 50 bands but lately ive been jerking off to you guys it kills two birds with one stone get to wank n listen to disco lepers yay hey u fucking butt whipes need to post some rose inbred shit theres only so many times i can listen to Tb ok i gotta cum now take care
yeah cunt, me grandad runs the fuckin' page for us. i sneaked on while the
prick's shootin' a speedball up his sweaty ass so don't be surprised if
he whacks off to yer fuckin' pic when he's back from the shitta -
OH FUCKIN YES!!!!!!!!!.......WHERE YOU LOT BEEN........I LOVE YOU!....DISCO LEPERS EH...........YUP MENTAL FUCKIN NAME!.......HEY IT ALL A RIGHT LAUGH ON IMSPACED MAN.........WE JUST POTTERING ABOUT..........TA VERY MUCH.....BABYLON OUT
Duane Peters' Old Skars & Upstarts comp series returns! Vol. 6 out NOW!!
You read it right... After a 4 year hiatus, volume SIX of Duane Peters' killer punk compilation series - put together by DP himself - is available...
For those out of the loop, Duane's brand new record label INDIAN RECORDINGS was launched earlier in 2009 (it's a sub-label of Ponk Media) & the new Duane Peters Gunfight album & 45, killer Duane shirts, & a shitload of other/upcoming stuff, are available there...
Old Skars vol. 6 will be available through the Indian shopping cart in about a week... in the meantime (it's NOT even listed on the site yet, so don't bother trying to get it there...), steal a march on yer punk pals by sending (paypal) $12.00 (USA, postpaid) or $16.00 (Outside USA, postpaid) to...
info@ponkmedia.com
(or you can get it - more expensively - through Interpunk...)
Act fast... only 1000 were made, and most of 'em are already gone - sold at shows on the Gunfight's current USA tour!!
Send any questions about Old Skars to our USA department - - - info@ponkmedia.com
Fuckin' buy something then, cunt. We need to pay court fines & get sherms. Talk is cheap, micro-cock. DISCO LEPERS split yer wind-pipe - - - Rose Alley, 77 punx.
Cheeers from Sweden and thanx for the friend-req! We are absolutely stunned and delighted! We thought GG Allin was dead since long, but you sure make's him come alive again! Love Jane Doe
