We all have one, like any other pack of blokes. Except for our chick bassist, she ain't got one.
DR ROCK - Vocals, Rythm Guitar
KB - Bass
MUDDY T - Riddim Geeter, Occasional Skins
C KROTCH - Drums, Shred Guitar
All 4 of us patrol this site, so don't get upset if you get multiple messages from different members all putting in their 2 cents worth!!
Influences
Heavy shit. You want a specific list of bands? Piss off you follower. Put all the heavy shit you can think of and put it into a blender. Thats us! Kapish?
Sounds Like
putting rocks into your washing machine and turning it on, whilst banging the side with a crow bar. Hang on... why are you asking?? isn't the stupid myspace player working again? click on this thing and download our shit from this site...
Introducing . . . out of the depths of society’s unpalatable filth, comes . . .
Now… You Die!!!
. . . a band of misfits that you could never imagine could exist. Belonging in this vile excuse of a world yet at odds with every expectation you could possibly have. They get together and play fuck off heavy loud punk metal that will explode your ears, you won’t know what hit ya! They sing songs about stuff you and no one else want to hear. They ain’t gonna be popular, but hell, they’re gonna be loud!!
The Story of Now… You Die starts in 2004, when four freaks of nature named Michael, Rick, Sergeant Labia and Dr Rock got together to play some hard fuckin rockin metal punk even slightly stoner sounding tunes. Many a rehearsal session was spent drinkin beer, smoking scoobs and talkin filth. In fact, there was often so much smoking scoobs, drinkin beer and talking filth that we hardly ever made it to the end of a song.
This was, believe it or not, all very much fun (especially the smoking scoobs part) until disaster struck. Rick and Michael got pregnant had a kid each and their misuses didn’t let them out of the house no more. Sergeant Labia decided he dug breaks more and sold his bass guitar on E-Bay and bought a mixer. Dr Rock was exiled to Perth for crimes and sins unspeakable. The band was called Better off Dead, and it looks like the rock gods thought that this was quite appropriate.
Fortunately for you, Dr Rock managed to escape Perth and drag his sorry ass back across the Nullarbor. He made it, his car didn’t. To avenge the death of his car, he was determined more than ever to resurrect the spirit of Better off Dead, perhaps selecting an equally nihilistic but less self effacing name.
Searching for the perfect bandmates took Dr Rock from rehearsal studios to brothels, to fight clubs, to dark alleyways, to pubs, then brothels again and finally hand picked three extreme talents that shared one goal: to fuck shit up!!
As well as fucking shit up, Dr Rock, KB, C Krotch and Muddy T found they could actually hold a tune and write some crankin tracks. So after a year of piss farting around and rehearsing, Now You Die!! were finally ready to take on the dirty streets of Melbourne’s pub circuit.
GUESS WHAT I GOT, THE BIG F, SOME FOSTER'S DAMNIT!! NOW IT'S TIME TO DRINK THE AUSSIE BAND, WHILE LISTENING TO THE AUSSIE BEER!! I TRIED 2 POST A PICTURE OF THE BIG ASS 25.4 OUNCE CAN, BUT THIS MYSPACE PAGE WON'T LET ME DAMNIT!!!!! ROCKIN' OUT HERE IN THE BLUEGRASS STATE OF KENTUCKY!!!!!!!!
Over two nights, Sons of Abraham will launch their Debut EP The Pushing Foreword at The Ding Dong Lounge (Thursday, 24th July) and Ruby’s Lounge (Friday, 1st August). Recorded with Reggie Bowman at Scream Louder Studios, The Pushing Foreword is a culmination of SOA’s journey so far. From the rehearsal room, to a year and a half of gigs around Melbourne, The Pushing Foreword is heavy, melodic and above all honest. What you hear on the CD is what you get live. These launches will signify the end of one chapter and the beginning of another for SOA. But most importantly, these events are about sharing this transition with as many people as possible.
For more information visit: www.myspace.com/sonsofabrahamband
No problem. Ew. I see that "yall" is getting pretty catchy. :P Well, domt get used to it. Ew.
Nah... you don't want to come here, babe. Well..i talk/type shit becus I live in the worst part of USA, so... My "dream" is to come down under and hop with/play for the kangaroos one day... Just as soon as I get the $$$,and ever find a job and have enough $$$ after the government cuts my taxes anyway, inspite of the shitty wages we get paid... AnYwAy. Ha
(Just becus everyone else does...) "Omgzzz thanks for the request and whatnot" ...It's not hard to click the "add" button.
In conclusion muddy & LOUD tunes, indeed! Sweet accents, too, Aussies! (..or people who aren't Aussie but just live there. OHH, why confuse us yankS?!)
anyway..take it easy and keep doing music you alls (or "yalls") way.
FUCKIN' A NOW YOU DIE, I'D FUCKIN' LOVE TO HAVE A WHAT DID YOU SAY A CRATE OF FOSTERS?? I DIDN'T KNOW THEY MADE CRATES!!! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, I'LL DRINK THE WHOLE DAMN THING BY MYSELF, WHILE ROCKIN' OUT TO WAR, FOR THE SAKE OF PEACE!!!! HELL YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOSTER'S IS THE ONLY AUSTRALIAN BEER I KNOW OF ARE THERE ANY OTHERS???? YOUR AMERICAN FRIEND, -KENTUCKYFRIEDBEERDRINKER--
