Stay Up Forever Records, Nine Inch Nails, Jeff Mills, Harthouse Records, Eat Static, AWeX, Fluke, NoFX, Tresor Records, James Lavelle, Minor Threat, Get Fucked, Atari Teenage Riot, Dave Angel, The Liberators, Test Icicles, Datarock, Den Techno Terroristen, Dave The Drummer, Plump DJs, Hardfloor, Noom Records, Sven Vath, Plastic City Records, LCD Soundsystem, Cansei De Ser Sexy, Adult., The Prodigy, Aphex Twin, Olho Seco, Colera.
Sounds Like
A white and pink noise death-techno gang bang. A veritable melange of electropunktrash.
Press play below to see The Clinton Bimbo Patrol's 'Breakdown Boogie' feat. Sal Volatile and Mr. Wiggles!
We like to remix. A few of the tracks on here are remixes we have done. If you would like us to remix one of your tracks, please click the 'send message' button!
About The Clinton Bimbos
Yeah we used to have our story on here but it was pretty dull, you know.... met, liked techno, bought some shit gear, played Wembley blahdey blah...
So to liven things up we have put on some other musician's stories of excess who we respect immensely, bacause bands these days just seem a little, well... beige.
Check these out for starters...
Suppose you invite a small group of friends to your 500-year-old farmhouse in the English countryside and your massive Belgian shepherd dog climbs onto the lap of one of them, turns around and takes a dump on the guy's chest. You would:
(a) apologize profusely and offer to have the guy's chest dry-cleaned at your own expense?
(b) run to the nearest copy of 'Amy Vanderbilt's Everyday Etiquette' to ascertain which is the proper fork to scrape it off with?
(c) pick up the fruit of your dog's labor with a Kleenex while the guy is cleaning up in the bathroom and place it in his coat pocket for a humorous surprise when he reaches for his cigarettes?
Ian Anderson (of Jethro Tull) chose (c). Nice.
In 1978, Monte Cazazza and his Throbbing Gristle bandmates found themselves living beside some annoying neighbors. Their solution? Using an array of piezo-electric speakers ("because they were cheap"), to produce inaudible frequencies (in excess of 20,000 Hz), they generated a "sonic loop": a continuous, culminating wave of ultrasonic sound. The neighbors grew irritable, found their dogs incessantly barking - and moved out shortly thereafter.
Aerosmith's Steven Tyler was once asked to share his views on health. "Even in the old days," Tyler said, "we'd make an effort."
How so? "When I'd go out to score on Eighth Avenue, I'd get my junk [heroin] and a chocolate doughnut," Tyler explained. "But I'd always also pick up one of those pita-pocket health-food sandwiches. You know, something really good for me."
...and then there's G.G.Allin, who used to pick fights with the audience, roll around in his own freshly made shit and invite audience members to piss in his mouth. Oh and he sucked a tampon once and after O.D.ing was buried in a leather jockstrap with 'Bite Me' embroidered on. Ahhh. What a Sweet man. Why wasn't the Daily Mail there when you needed it?!!
That was fun wasn't it!
OK, now here's a bit about us... pretty boring in comparison!
One half of the founding duo, Maxilla Blacklight, grew up on the beaches of Hong Kong and was raised by penguins. The other half, Sal Volatile, is a champion surfer from Brazil with a shared love of the 'Berlin School' of electronic music. Once we met we began to exchange DJ mixes and bootleg techno which came out of clubs like Tresor and Ewerk in East Berlin in the early eighties, and together we decided to make music. We clubbed together to buy some kit like an Atari Falcon and a beat up Yamaha MM30 4-channel desk which we still use. (below)
After Sal + Max began to play at some of the local beach parties in Brazil as Clinton Bimbos, we soon came to the attention of a local DJ, Pachenka Length, who insisted we play some of his S&M beach parties. We became lo-fi bondage techno legends on the beaches of Florianopolis, performing in gimp costumes which were quite hot, even at night.
After losing some vital limbs following an infected sloth bite, DJ Pachenka was reluctantly forced to part company with the duo. Lost, in gimp costumes and with the beach scene becoming too commercial (thanks to Kelly Slater) we were determined to make our way to England where 'raves' were happening. So we packed our trusty Atari and cunningly hijacked a cargo plane from Pernumbuco with a banana, and made our way across the Atlantic. After jettisoning the captive pilots with a parachute made from the cargo of herrings, we crash landed in a field in Hampshire, ready for the chaos of our one-way ticket to our future.
However not all was as free and easy as we expected. In 1994 the British Government saw us coming and put a halt to our plans. They passed The Criminal Justice Act just to stop us by outlawing 'raves' because we were allegedly 'dangerous'. But to whom, exactly, remains a mystery. This meant people had to go out to a nice taxable posh dinner instead and actually talk to each other. As we could hardly speak the language, this was not good for us.
So, we got normal jobs in banks, bought nice suits and equipment with the stolen money and joined the forthcoming digital revolution as the music industry dinosaurs collapsed around our ears.
Our main computer is an old 233mhz PC which used to run the safety buffer software to prevent the accidental launch of American ICBMs from England. No one has noticed is missing yet, but just please never dial 998 on your phone. darn. Shouldn't have told you that. Anyway... that triggers old analogue gear that we found for a tenner at car boot sales such as our PolyMoog and Roland Modular system... and we like guitars and fuzz and all that - unfortunately we don't have a so called 'direction' - we like to be lost, so don't be surprised if you find a soft rock ballad on here (to hear) next to some death-speedcore.
The Clinton Bimbos do not play gigs often. We have more tunes to fit on the site, and watch this space for future 12" releases by The Clinton Bimbo Patrol when we next find some money. If you have read this far then you have too much time on your hands. Nobody reads this far... form a band or get a job! ha ha
Hi, thanx for taking the time to visit and the add!! Hoping all is well with you.
Out now!! The new Album G. Corp meets the Mighty Tree Dub Plates from the Elephant house Vol. 3 Includes the free Jamaican Take away Cook Book ‘Dub Food Vol. 1’
Yes it's all true, a gap has been found in the hardcore raving schedule and, like a magical golden condor egg, 60 minutes of top notch party action have been laid down as an offering to you, the ravers. Hopefully you'll enjoy it, it kind of hurts laying a golden condor egg. But don't think of the pain of the Outlaw, get swept away by the magical wonder of rave. That's enough of that anyway. There's a picture of the cover below with the tracks (all 54 of them) lovingly written on it. Click on it and your download into the world of wonderment will begin!
Kill the fatted calf, come down from the mountain, have a special glass of rave juice and be happy. After (literally) years of wait / laziness, there's finally a new Outlaws mix. It's called WE WON'T STOP PARTYING FOR ANYONE. Watch yer bass bins I'm telling ya, there some serious "stuff" on here. 53 tracks of it! Click on the cover art to download the little beasty.
After Sal + Max began to play at some of the local beach parties in Brazil as Clinton Bimbos, we soon came to the attention of a local DJ, Pachenka Length, who insisted we play some of his S&M beach parties. We became lo-fi bondage techno legends on the beaches of Florianopolis, performing in gimp costumes which were quite hot, even at night.
After jettisoning the captive pilots with a parachute made from the cargo of herrings, we crash landed in a field in Hampshire, ready for the chaos of our one-way ticket to our future.
Our main computer is an old 233mhz PC which used to run the safety buffer software to prevent the accidental launch of American ICBMs from England. No one has noticed is missing yet, but just please never dial 998 on your phone. darn. Shouldn't have told you that. Anyway... that triggers old analogue gear that we found for a tenner at car boot sales such as our PolyMoog and Roland Modular system... and we like guitars and fuzz and all that - unfortunately we don't have a so called 'direction' - we like to be lost, so don't be surprised if you find a soft rock ballad on here (to hear) next to some death-speedcore. 
