The biggest thing in death since the bubonic plague, the Memphis Morticians are a four-piece outfit out of New York City. Established in 1999, this funeral industry group transmits a mortuary positive message to the masses via their infectious sonic vibes. Steeped in the vinyl goodness of 1950s rockabilly, 1960s garage, punk rock and psychobilly, the Memphis Morticians brew their own unique swill of Rock and Roll.

The fuzzpunk quartet is led by ray gun virtuoso Trash Only who howls and yelps over the contagious riffs of Supro guitar enthusiast Crypt-a-Fur. The group is rounded out by the creepy Von Erickson on the homemade upright bass, while Frrito Bandito keeps the time like a caveman with a Rolex.

The Morticians' garage-a-billy disease has tainted the ears of listeners up and down the east coast of the U.S. with reverberations traveling as far north as Montreal and as far west as Los Angeles. Armed with two deadly pathogens (their 2005 single Greetings From the Memphis Mortuary and 2006 full-length album Play Primitive Trashman and 13 Other Love Songs) the Morticians have landed many high profile gigs with acts such as: the Vibrators, Robert Gordon, Mad Sin, the Kings of Nuthin', Tim Polecat, the Monsters, Joe Buck Yourself, Dead Bolt, Deja Voodoo, and Nigel Lewis (of the Meteors and Tallboys fame).

Should one be afraid of encountering these creepy crypt rockers?

Well according to Rue Morgue magazine the Memphis Morticians are, "Tailor-made for dirty bars and dirty folks, it just doesn't get any sleazier, bloodier or more fun than this" or as SLUG magazine puts it, "It’s funny to me that garage rock came out of the rockabilly of the early 60s and this band from NYC has taken the best parts of both those genres and slammed them together with some punk-rock vigor." Spooky!

What's next for these rockabilly rejects?

Currently they are in the studio working on their second full-length release titled, "Bereave it or not... a second album by the Memphis Morticians" with plans to follow this up with extensive grave rocking across North America and possibly Europe.

So, if a band that's half rockabilly, half garage, and half drunk is yer cup of formaldehyde, then come out to a Morticians' gig and swig along to the sound of rubber insects.