GAITARE KE, THE FOREIGN TALENT: Vocals, Baritone Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Drums.........THE RIGHT REVEREND BILLY "QUALITY JONES" LARD: Vocals, Guitar, Drums.........CLOROXCOWGIRL: Vocals.........KITTY M'ROW BACON: Vocals and Accountant.........PRAISETHERAY: Guitar, Vocals, Organ.........RICO "UBERMENCH" EDUARDO: Bass, Vocals, Cornet.........PG&E: Security and Road Management..................with special guests: The Man From K.A.B.A.L., The Special Olympian, Buick Tendermouth, Loose Gravel, Isaac Moon, Suzy Lettuce, DJ Ha(a)wk, Suhchip, MC NotquiteYet, MC Squirrel, MC Pagan, Fistie, and Murray The Cat
Influences
The Shaggs, Philip Glass, The Dead Milkmen, Guided By Voices, Wesley Willis, Hank Williams Sr., The Raincoats, Captain Beefheart, Wire, Brian Eno, The Vaselines, Cypress Hill, Jandek, The Fall , Sleater-Kinney, Palace, Can, The Neville Brothers, Digable Planets, Ani DiFranco, They Might Be Giants, Chokebore, The Jesus Lizard, Shellac, Ween, Patsy Cline, Buddy Holly, Verbal Abuse, Slayer, Mr. Rogers, Moby, R. Stevie Moore, The Pissants, Kraftwerk, Tom Waits, The Slits, David Byrne, Circus Devils, Johnny Cash, The Clash, Eminem, Tori Amos, Ornette Coleman, De La Soul, Bauhaus, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Robert Johnson, Neutral Milk Hotel, Treluna, Modest Mouse, The Magnetic Fields, Talking Heads, The Velvet Underground, Dolly Parton, XTC, Primus, Pavement, Cake, Big Black, NiN, The Beatles, The Minutemen, Loreena McKennitt, Primus, Sun Ra, Donnie Iris, OutKast, DeeeLite, Roy Orbison, The Strokes, The Louvin Brothers, The Residents, Col. Bruce Hampton, Nathaniel Mayer, Florence Foster Jenkins, Curtis Mayfield, KRS-One, Sergio Lisarrada, Fela Kuti, Bow Wow Wow, Devendra Banhart, The Moody Blues, DVDA, The Creation, and Neil Young. However, our biggest influence (quite obviously) is Falco. Rock me Amadeus! (actually, our biggest influence is David Bowie)
Sounds Like
Our official genre is "Yank Grebo Revival," although we're more in line with the psychotic faction of the "New Weird America" movement, if you get right down to it. It's also fair to call us "Anti-Gospel," but only on Thursdays.
Check out more of our videos on our new YouTube channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/ThePilotsDaredMe
Don't Click This Link (or an agent from T.E.D. Industries will be on you like flies on shit)
"The Pilots Dared Me To Die" used to be a group of studio musicians, bought and paid for by T.E.D. Industries, and their front company, "Mrs. Schwefley's" to do their in-house jingles at their company stores, back in the 22nd century. Later on, after the acquisition of all the world's terrestrial radio and internet rights in perpetuity by T.E.D. industries, The Pilots were hired to write the propaganda songs and lyrics for the world's most popular networked FM radio station, K.P.L.T. Forced to write paeans to wanton violence and evil deeds by the T.E.D. police, The Pilots created enough material to supply top-40 station KPLT for three and a half years.
Only the intervention of Kitty M'row Bacon and her cadre of psychic pigs was able to free the Pilots from their dark drudgery, and they escaped to what they thought was sanctuary deep in the basement of Dr. Spooky's modernist mansion in Big Tujunga Canyon. However, once they found out that the evil Doctor merely planned on keeping the Pilots chained up in her basement to use as her backup band, and even worse, she only wanted to rehearse one song, her self-penned "masterpiece" "Why Is My Life This Way? I Deserve So Much Better!", the Pilots spiked her bourbon with truth serum and what they called "corn squeezin's" and escaped North to Modesto to hide in the abandoned church of The Reverend Billy Lard, whom had drank the kool-aid with the last of his flock months ago, shortly before the T.E.D. Police took his organization down.
Deep down in the basement of the church, the Pilots found a mint-condition Dodge Dart from centuries ago, with a strange glow radiating from the dashboard. Huddled inside the car for warmth, the Pilots triggered a holographic message from the good Reverend that clued them in to the fact that the car was actually a time machine, and their mission, should they choose to accept it, was to pick his sorry ass up in the past before he drank the poison kool-aid, and proceed on to the mid-twentieth century to kill the most evil man in history before he gained power. And thus, the quest to kill James Dean was on.
Here's the universal James Dean reality test. If in your reality, you've never heard of James Dean, or remember him as merely an actor that died in a car accident, you live in an alternate reality facilitated by the Pilots. You're welcome.
After the great work was done, the Pilots wanted to settle down in a time in which their music would be at least tolerated, if not appreciated, and chose the 2000's. For the most part, they stayed together. New members were recruited from amongst the local population when original members ran off to join gypsy caravans and whiskey cults. It's a good life.
