DON'S BOLTON-- drums, vocals on 'daddy' and 'it's a trip', whistling on 'juan...'
CORY'S LAIL-- bass, vocals on 'don't fucking worry...'
BOYD'S MEANS-- guitar, sweet lovin'
JOE'S SAMPLE-- words, vocals, keys on 'chance may crown me'
Influences
clutch, faith no more, black sabbath, pbr, the melvins, frequent and unfortunate lapses in proper judgement,
Sounds Like
Four failed pilgrims in a ghost town roadhouse tying on a mindless drunk with instruments in their hands....................................
"The Harrys rock like rumblin' Don Rumsfeld under a double dose of viagra on the eve of another pointless invasion. I'm all a-quiver inside."
--Judy Sherm, Underground Free Press
Donnie saw the NKOTB one day on TV. "Christ," he said. "They're too pretty." He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm pretty, too." He was wrong, but Cory, seizing on the moment (and a fried pickle), knew just what to say.
"God damn it." His amber locks blew in the a.c. breeze. "We'll start an anti-boy boy band."
Donnie thought this was dumber than reborn virgins but said only, "Boyd."
At their next meeting (the result of a serendipitous collision of moonshine and misdirected hubris) with Boyd "Business" Means, Boyd pretended they didn't notice his Night Ranger hair. He lit a cigarette all Andrew 'Dice' Clay style, and said, "Reckon."
Ah, but a singer...
Due not to his golden pipes but to a libidinous intellectualism, they called on Joe Sample.
"You know I share my name with a (semi) famous jazz singer," said Joe. He used a straight shot of Maker's Mark to chase enough Geritol to bring George Burns back from the grave, trying to affect a cool indifference. "Okay. Let's do it. But I'm a VOCALIST, not a singer."
Because they were drunk and dumb, they were ecstatic.
Angus Young never had it so good.
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