BOB SAGET
OUR STORY: A bad idea on a rooftop in San Francisco in 1997 became some horrible noises coming from the basement at 13 N. Ingersoll in Madison, WI. The putrid sounds (and odors) eventually leaked out of the basement into several other basements, shitty bars, public TV and radio stations and a studio (in a basement). In the early 2000s the band members lost each other one day while searching the apartment for enough spare change and empty Huber bottles to afford another case. Then, in 2007, an old alcoholic out walking his dog noticed a fetid stench wafting out of a basement on the north side of Madison. It wasn't radon or a backed up sewer pipe. It was The Bottles. We've been playing together for over 10 years and we're no better for it. We play fast loud and distorted and our lyrics range from political to obscene to just stupid. We'll play anywhere anytime as long as there's booze and loose women involved. Depending on our level of inebriation our musician skills could be rated from moderate to incompetent. We are so dedicated that after we die, we'll rise from the grave and play shows despite the missing limbs and insatiable hunger for brains.