Our cd, chattin’ with quief quota is still out now. You can buy it at our house for $8 and through the mail for $10, it’s also available at apop records in st. louis and at vintage vinyl.
What happens when a clean shaven sextet of small-town noise stoners loses their L.A. cult leader to a short maternity leave? Where other boy bands might crumble and just get the vasectomy, the remaining five corndogs and horndogs of Skarekrau Radio got frank with the skanks and stuck to butt-pokin' and two hours of internet porn a night.
Fort Swansea, Illinois –a no-man's land of vegetable gardens with a couple of nervous milk goats. In a kitchen over run with dildos, soft porn heirlooms and stick-figure cocks, Quief Quota fueled their brothership with competitive cook-off feasts and then shook the walls with screamed jokes about poopie and boobs. A bottomless bout of bong-ripping and lo, the music slid right out and keeps sliding.
The industry doesn't grow bands like this. These wasted aging teen wolves ferment their songs, mutating in the bubbling sewer gas of their basement practice space. Tragic secrets find earnest and true tunes –catching VD at the Grand Ol' Opry from mobile home whores – farting in the swimming hole during ,water ballet – sending a Good Ol' Boy to the emergency room – well, these small town faggots learned to fight for their no-wave. They're not confused about what side of the Mississippi they're on.
Quief Quota is the soundtrack of today's honky tonk manhood. Their every song touches a hard sentiment like a boner felt for the first time. It is East St. Louis' genuine sound of natural men not trying. Their unpretentious, pristine sludge steamrolls along, trailed by a wake of superfans. I've seen girls dry their tears on the wiggling ditties and swinging rhythms and sing-alongs. They swap instruments between every song of their non-stop, ball-busting break down of humble guitar heroics, slurred seductions and off the cuff stuff.
These whistling perverts are revved up to unload their GMC covered-wagon's worth of gear and charm the pants off audiences in America near you.
Greetings comradicals and compatriots, also conscientious citizens, patrons of the arts, and fans of the Rawk-n-Rule:
THURSDAY MAY 1st 2008 the Monkey's Uncle presents
'MAYDAY! MAYDAY!' in the swank digs of the upstairs Club Room at the Schlafly Tap Room
featuring live music by
SHED SHOT (musickal rox thru the looking-blender)
QUIEF QUOTA (loose springstain for the six pack revolution)
THE IN? (like if d boone came back to life and rebuilt the Minutemen out of spare Morphine members)
******************************* and just so you know, May 1st is also the day Schlafly unveils this little gem:
'Maibock (May 1) This big, golden, malty lager is full-bodied, sweet and delicious! Brewed for the Maifest, in celebration of spring.
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doors at nine, 21 and up, five dollars-
all proceeds will benefit the restoration of a SCOSAG-sponsored ceramic mosaic mural, created by students at The City Academy, which was badly damaged by the Weather Gone Bad this past February.
In the neighborhood early? We recommend the turkey burger with gouda and bacon on english muffin- and ask for the olive mayo!
I have 3 projects at Version08, all occuring at NFO XPO at VIADUCT 3111 N Western Chicago IL
The Fair opens at 1pm. I am presenting:
COVER STORY: Through the Looking Rox (Outsider Internment Process Mural )
"Is anyone innocent of cultural piracy? Is maintaining an ethnic or [sub]cultural identity within the larger social stew advantageous, necessary, or even possible? This installation of 2D works on paper- mainly black and white but with highlights of color appearing sporadically- is comprised of drawings, photocopies and prints depicting Navajo rug designs as well as the artist’s own ’outsider’ interpretation of such, drawn in ink, charcoal and pencil. Interspersed therein are drippy ink abstractions in layers of wash, tending towards the style of sixties rock poster psychedelia as churned and regurgitated by contemporary ’prog punk’ graphical lexicon. The interplay of these various elements provides interference or ’static’ within the logic of the arrangement, obscuring a clear and easy reading of the whole.References are made to ideas of Authenticity,Representation, and the migration and cross-pollenization of cultural tropes (occuring both temporally and geographically, and often in a less than equitable manner). The resulting artwork represents a collapse of said authenticity, calling into question the manner in which each of us comes to understand and/or assimilate The Other into our own worldview." -JWT
later in the evening (sometime after ten):
Jason Wallace Triefenbach presents NINETEEN INCH NAILS
Midget Hitler VS Dance Jihad: a psycho-sensual invocation and distribution of dark energies. DIZZY MUTAGEN returns to the windy city for ONE NITE ONLY. Prog Punk meltdown. Break your honey shaker.
after which I play a lawn toilet with ferns growing out of it in:
Skarekrau Radio: Second Lamentation of the Saimese Tapeworm
"You too, can feel the power of Kuuness, take a step and join u
