Member Since: 10/11/2005
Band Website: sofa-q.com
Band Members: Current lineup:
The Exalted Piledriver , - vokills
Lobo Elf Schnort - bass, bvox
Kinky Pork Cream -gtrs, bvox
and Glace Frothfritter -drums
As you can see, they’ve finally begun to show up on film... and they’re taking to their instruments quite well... and these ’uns look like they’ll last a while... their limbs are still pretty much intact... deathflesh sometimes don’t work so good or last so long... ya takes yer chances when ya plunge the spade into the grave... but daaaamn it feels, sounds, smells so good, doesn’t it? That thick satisfying ’’ssssssshhhhthungmppth"... mmmmmmmmmm... and the acrid yet nutty, nay, fetid aroma of the freshly revealed grave with its torn bits of rotting flesh so violently yet determinately examined in search of the perfect death rattle to underscore the coming of the Pile... yup! These ’uns are good ’uns! Ya kin tell by the stank!!!
Influences: Every dark and driving piece of music that came before us, from Iggy, the MC5 and Alice Cooper right on up to early Venom and Slayer, and then there's all those NWOBHM bands, and THEN some! Anyone remember The Mentors... anyone? Dick Manitoba? Pope on a Rope? S.O.D.? The Tubes? Clockwork Orange? Cheese in a sausage casing that you'd squeeze out of a hole on the side? Camaro's? Smoking your face off? And that's just the influences on our weiners!!!
As a band, WE're influenced by; rotting meat, severed limbs, vagina, dripping ocular fluid, muscle-cars, distended colons, hockey-fights, any form of cancer, rampant social injustice, rainbow-colored baloney, blind-eyed disregard for gravity, infections in strange places, abject poverty, mangled face-flesh, governmental regulations, municipal regulations, clubhouse regulations, social propriety regulations, 'don't-touch-me-there' regulations, criminal law regulations... If it's right, we'll wrong it... if it's warm, we'll eat it... if it's nice, we'll trash it... if it's wet, we'll drink it...
If it's METAL, WE'LL SERVE IT!!!!
Sounds Like: An army of garbage trucks filled with screaming Flying V's and Marshalls, hurtling full-bore over a rusty razor-edged steel cliff into a toxic waste-dump, whereupon they are pummeled by a baker's dozen of 300ton piledrivers, while all the dying truck drivers moan and scream in excruciating pain... with Pile sickly cackling ALL the way!!!
Record Label: DogBite Records
Type of Label: Indie