Pigs On Ice is no more. However, members of the band have different Projects that ya'll should check out- which can all be found on fuckin myspace. Thank Ya'll who ever showed up/ gave a shit about this band/ hated us you made it very enjoyable to be in this band, or gave us something to make fun of. Regardless check out these fuckin bands: WHITE PROBLEMS
YEAR OF THE SCAVENGER
CATACOMBZ
BUSYBODIES
playing "bermuda and you" live on WMSE, december 16 2008: .. PIGS ON ICE HELPFUL FUN ONE SHEET BIOGRAPHY
location:
milwaukee, wisconsin 53212
personnel:
kevin heim - drums
jason jolly - bass
joseph peterson - vocals
isaac sherman - lights
brian whitney - guitar
discography:
Split Cassette W/ Possible Fathers (Multiverse, 2009)
Live Radio Vol. 1. (2008)
National Savage (2008)
LOLJAMZ 2 song demo cd-r (2007)
obvious lazy band comparisons:
PiL, the fall, the birthday party, the jesus lizard, liars, anything about touch & go records.
press: fan-belt milwaukee, April 2008 Shepherd Express, September 2008 fan-belt (again), December 2008 Shepherd Express again, December 2008."Using low-key, loosely themed costumes, the band aims to create a visual complement to their edgy rock ’n’ roll. This attention to detail and the subsequent word-of-mouth has helped them rise to the top of Milwaukee’s crowded basement scene." Decider Madison, January 2009 "Milwaukee’s Pigs On Ice delivered a short, spectacular set of scathing noise-rock. Slack-jawed Drummer Kevin Heim pummeled his drums as a tortured captive would pound a locked door, while bassist Jason Jolly played the captor, keeping that door shut with growling runs. Guitarist Brian Whitney’s scattershot picking and massive feedback added searing texture. Lightbox operator Isaac Sherman, whose extremely bright lights were rigged up toward both the band and the audience, pissed off a guy with a faux-hawk, who screamed, “Turn those fucking lights off!” Finally, vocalist Joseph Peterson playfully tested the crowd in true David Yow form. He screamed incoherently, drooled on himself, slithered around on the floor, stripped down to his long underwear, bent over on all fours, and howled at the crowd through the arch between his knees and ass."