One degenerates named George met while dumpster diving for food and bonded over ripping fish bones out of the mouths of alley cats. they started banging on trash cans and made guitars out of pallets taken from other derelicts and strings from cat guts.
They needed a drummer so they kidnapped an unsuspecting George and reprogrammed him with endless reruns of Maude until he completely lost it and identified with his captors into playing godawful rock n roll rubbish. Some call it music, some call it a sonic discharge from some godforsaken aurally transmitted infection, but they proudly call it racket.
After a tragic biking accident, George was kicked out due to brain damage and George subsequently became infected with the brain damage and was let go soon after leaving George as the head gazook.
oh, man! I wish I could be at your show but I gotta teach people how to play guitar. Your songs sound great! Where did you record 'em? Hope to see you all soon -Steve
Great Garage sounds! You guys sound like the Velvet Underground. Thanks for the add and check us out in the just released "Knights of Fuzz" DVD compilation.
