Built in a garage two years ago,
these fellas resemble a psychobilly diesel pick-up. There’s BJ Hitower’s
manic bass work providing the suspension of the band; bouncing, at
times weird, but always reliable. Ben Crawford and his “s-s-s-s-string
drum”. Slothimus Prime and Bertha, his chairdrumset,
ping-ding-crack-and-rumble like a pieced together yet functional engine.
“Spooky Chicklets” exists as an otherwordly force surrounding the
truck; his violin sings the sounds of night-woods on the sides of the
highway. Clay Maselle with his guitar in the shotgun steers the band
into the depths of the wood with lyrics to narrate the adventure.
To
bring it down to a point, these junkyard dogs bring “honest, playful,
head-bangingly interactive fun” to any venue their rocket crashes.
