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PLEASE NOTE THESE SONGS ARE RECORDED LIVE IN OUR SHOP USING ONLY THE EQUIPMENT ON HAND. WE KNOW IT DOESN'T SOUND THAT GREAT, BUT SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING.
Dale's bending strings like the curves on a hussy
Shawn's slapping bass like the bitch owes him money
Gary's in the back beating skins til they're bloody
angie's got a voice like fermented honey
WE ARE ANGIE AND THE CAR WRECKS
Stranded out in the coldest and wettest corner of hell surfaces a band attempting to mingle psychobilly, surf, rockabilly, rock and punk.
We do it, and look damn good at the same time. A little history: Dale and Shawn, both Balls, wanted to put a band together. Dale hadn't played in a band since Anti-Squad, a team of ragamuffins that conquered the underground punk scene of Grays Harbor until people stopped coming to see Dale get naked and strum the bass with his dick (8 years ago and counting). Shawn had been band-dry since Rikki 6 and the Elvis All-Stars in Iceland, a quick but fun blast of talented Navy slops.
After an heroic but doomed attempt to conquer the drums, the boys decided to look for a man that could wrangle the beats with the best of them. Enter Gary "Cross" Rhodes. The guy had been playing drums since he was 6. It all fell together perfectly, with Gary's influence of 50's surfy rock, Dale's ability to wrench a whammy bar, and Shawn's knack to do what he's told. The boys had 5 songs written even before they realized something was missing: someone to hold their hair back when they puked. Enter a female singer, Dale's wife angie. angie had never sung in a band before, but she had always wanted to. Taking on the job of writing the lyrics, and then screaming them, angie completed the 4th corner of the greatest psychopunksurf band to ever come out of the general vicinity of Montesano. Do your brain a favor and check us out the next chance you get!SHOW AT THE CAR SHOP ON MARCH 8TH
