Member Since: 1/12/2007
Band Website: solarisearthpipeline.blogspot.com/
Band Members: Raven of 1000 Aliases (or Feathers) aka Sepprolo Rojonekku: standard self-taught metaphysicist dabbler of words to pass the idle mind time of shitty labor destiny.PSYOPSogist aka Embryo Neurofloy: standard self-taught audiophile pervert molesting thousands of sound snippets from stacks of shit he never listened to to sugarcoat the bullet-biting mind time of shitty labor destiny.The Prospector aka Boogie Brown: various implements of mechanical destruction including but not limited to wheel made of steel, plus plug three when necessitated, with a fishing box full of connectors and cables, and on the ripped open 12-pack.Mike Gee aka The Microphone Granted: plug two, high-speed freestyle rider of frenetic beats, the postman always delivering, the Beautiful Bobby Eaton to Raven's Loverboy Dennis Condrey.
Influences: All of it.
Sounds Like: If you had five redneck dudes leaned against the bed of a pick-up truck, splitting a 30-pack of something mostly cold, and they was talking shit to each other about all the shit they would talk about, but you replaced one redneck with a big 5% dude who moved down south to the country to escape another parole violation for fucking up the dude who drunk drove his aunt off the road, and then you replaced a second redneck with a guy who hung out fishing by the railroad tracks all the time reading bullshit Chinese poetry because of this one hippie chick with big tits he was in love with like a fool at one point, and then you replaced a third redneck with a guy who works so hard at his shitty shitty job believing that pipe dream that it's all gonna pay off one day and he's got a mortgage and credit cards and all that nonsense and is banking on it all working out in the long run but he bottles his frustration up inside and his face gets all red way too easily over the simplest of things and he's gonna just flip out one day, and then you replaced a fourth redneck with a hard-working illegal Mexican who wears a blaze orange stocking hat and loves to learn the english words for titties and daughter-in-law and things like that, and you kept that fifth redneck and they all talked together, but in a semi-rhythmic way, and all the different tapes they took turns putting in the cheap-ass tape deck sort of morphed together... that's what we sound like.
Record Label: Them Goats Got Gold Teeth Records, LLC
Type of Label: Indie