"Reject THIS!",
dICK says.
[Translation by management PR: If Mr. Stabber wasn't so incoherent, illiterate and (well) violently antisocial, he might have said instead - he worked as dead shift janitor at the once infamous Gold Cup, for chump change and free beer, and found a guitar behind the bar... it was like the guitar was possessed or something (like demon karaoke) and he... somehow instantly knew how to play and...
[Note: It is a rumored that dICK refuses to go into a recording studio unless the producer and engineer wear Darth Vader masks.*]
dICK STABber & the fOaMiNg GrOaNs are comprised of dICK, sLICK, some "Guy" on bass, and some other "Dude" on drums).
It took us decades, but we found them - the lords of the fOaMiNg GrOaN "wall of pointless NOISE". For the sake of being able to have a space here, I will refrain from saying where and in what state and condition; but, lucky you, their art, their music is finally available to the buying public. Uhuh, YOU.
-- MisManagement
[Note: We wish to make it clear that it is legally okay to allow the songs to play on MySpace. We own the rights to our own songs, regardless of the fictitious names and the disturbing story line. cQ]
