For our friends and fans in Austin, please check out "That Damned Band".
Influences
the howling night wind, things which go bump in the night, spooky sounds, intoxicating potions, screams of terror & pangs of dark delight. That harmless-looking pile of blankets and toys in your closet that, when the lights go out, comes to gitcha. Also, whiskey.
Sounds Like
a bunch of drunken subhumans raising a hellafied ruckus with old timey instruments.
From deep within the confines of the city sewers, and the darkness beneath your bed, Thee Hobo Gobbellins slash and jangle their path into your skull. They weave a wickedly catchy mixture of ancient pirate curses, orcish vaudeville, and eldritch hobo semaphore. I remember well the day it all began; it was back in the summer of ‘03, on the fetid prairie of Gorgoroth, that their ebon-striped demonic boxcar was hitched to the devil’s train. And wherever they stop, strange things tend to happen: Clowns that bite! Dead things! Cultist goblins! Flying stuff!
The Hobo Gobbelins emerge from the pulsing art vortex of Oakland, Ca., the green-skinned child of punk rock, avant-garde performance art and hobo soul. Drawing on a dizzying array of influences, the band incorporates traditional sounds of Americana and the Old World with the horrors of modernity. Monsters from folklore and fiction wriggle alongside freight-train spirituals and drinking songs. The result is a disturbing haunted house for the ear, a nightmare carnival that is at turns goofy and murderous. Human audiences drink more, dance better, and writhe uncontrollably to goblin beatings- er, beats. Incidentally, audience is the goblin word for “food that screams”.
The Hobo Gobbelins are but one tendril of the meta-myconoid entity that lives in the shadows and margins just out of your range of vision. We raise our axes in salute to our allies near and far, and to the many wandering monsters who have swelled our ranks in the past. Psiliobahn Gobblegblix, our accordion-shaman comrade and founder, now leads the freak revolution in THAT DAMNED BAND and 999 EYES OF DREAM Carnival Sideshow of the Damned, in Austin, far from the human-fouled waters of the West.
We can play anywhere, on a rooftop or a desert, with or without a P.A. We’re all very nice, but will possibly make you uncomfortable. Book us for winery tours, carnivals, protests, eviction parties, game conventions, or any place with a large enough dimensional rift for us to pop through.
For Fans: To become part of the ever-growing horde of "little gobbelins" , sign up on our mailing list to get updates about the latest shows and developments with the band. Go to: littlegobbelins and sign up, easy as pie. Now you’ll never be alone in the dark again! Isn’t that comforting?
We also have a presence at Tribe, where we have lively conversations and plot with our friends, fiends, and fans.
It has come to our attention that a batch of the CDs we recently released in conjunction with our Southwest tour are flawed in playback. We deeply regret any reduced-quality listening this has imposed on you if you bought one of these CDs, and we guarantee our recording absolutely. If you did find that the CD you bought was flawed, please contact us directly through myspace (or email an individual member if you have their contact info), and we will either give you or mail you a replacement disc. Please send us your name and mailing address, where and when you bought the problematic CD, a brief description of the particular flaw, and what is written on the disc itself. This will help us ensure quality control for others. If you have requested a replacement and none has arrived within a reasonable period of time, please telephone Julia at (510) 295-5733. Again, The Hobo Gobbelins apologize for this inconvenience and thank you for your continuing support.
