Pistol Whippin’ Babies

Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back Online. Pistol Whipin' Babies, Here To Make Your Heads Bang, Ears Bleed, Heads Explode, And Pants Wet. Thrash Metal Indy Style. Left Side! If You're Looking For Some Good Happy Music, You're Shit Out Of Luck. Nothing But Death, Destruction, Chaos, Weirdness, Sex, Drugs, The Macabre, All The Things in Life That Make It Worth Living. This Ain't Your Mom's Band, But She Loves Us Anyway.
Don't get us wrong, we DO NOT actually pistol whip nor believe in pistol whipping actual children. We here at P.W.B. love children. We're just fucked up WEIRD individuals who have a knack for drawing contraversy. This obviously goes out to the people who don't know us. Those who do know us would expect nothing less. Hell, Pistol Whippin' Babies, that's just pure genius.
We were up earlier this year but ran into some problems. Some people didn't approve of our image and cried like little bitches. We lost our guitarist. This band is about shocking the shit out of you and yours. We are not going to change our name. If you're down with us, you're down with it all or none. We like to talk about fucked up shit, it's all persona. We want to be our generations Alice Cooper, Ozzy Osbourne, Marilyn Manson, Gwar, Insane Clown Posse. Just out there grab you by the balls and twist your titty shit. We are looking for open minded musicians to join our band. We have lyrics for new songs, Shug has a few new riffs, we need the peeps to fill it all out. It's all fun and games, except the music. We're serious about writing awesome heavy music.
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