Ginger Pecos, Lamont Sam Houston & Persephone Chestnut
Sounds Like
A baby in a blender, the number three, one's joint's creaking in the morning, hedgehogs making love, a fax machine connection, the wheel spinning from 'wheel of fortune', the TARDIS, silence and noise and everything in between...
Formed thirty-two minutes from now, The 88th represent all that is good and wholesome in all of us, if only the voices in our collective minds wouldn't keep beating the need to dance out of us. Hailing from parts unknown, weights unknown, this ambiguous group is the absurdist act/fortunate happenstance/misinformed outcome of abysmal weather, thefts of electricity and the last golden ticket to be found.
Members started with Ginger Pecos, who likes to create undulating waves of sound that numb your teeth and toes, but at the end of the day he really just wants you to know that he is both a lover AND a fighter. On vocals and acting as band treasurer, Persephone Chestnut is but a shadow of his former self. Haunted by the dreams of The Old Ones, these songs actually make sense to him. Holding the title of Keymaster (but not Gatekeeper), Lamont Sam Houston pounds the ivory with a furor not seen since the Los Angeles riots. As the fellow vocalist for the collective, he is the architect of this house of madness. Finally, Otto Ben Hur is not only the drummer du jour, but is also a 26th level Paladin of the Unholy Beat. His Bag of Holding(tm) is bigger than yours. Others have come and gone: Fraulein Woodvine, that mad German cowboy from the far East, is known to have once lassoed the legendary Giant Bull Weevil of Madagascar before it escaped, taking his wife, his 1962 Pontiac GTO and his library card with it; Goldie Debbyann, The 88th's one failed attempt at equal opportunity, brought her violin with her one day, and disappeared in a puff of smoke, muttering the words “the horror…” She was never seen again; and finally, there was the boy with the dog ears, so freakish a thing, he went by no name. None at all.
The 88th Army is a fluid thng, constantly in flux. Reduced to three members now (a “trio”, using the archaic parlance of your times), they continue to do exactly what they do best, and that is… [END TRANSMISSION]
