foreskin 500 was a two piece electronic band that started in 1991. their first show was in boulder, colorado with another band called pigface. their third show was at a place called jabberjaw in la. the crowd didn't respond well thus diggie and 3ksk hated la and ate food at astro cafe in silverlake. carla bozulich convinced them to stay the night. the next day foreskin 500 drove to san francisco and signed a distribution deal with boner records. that night they played with a band called crust who were loud and lit their little thingies on fire. 1n 1992 the band would release a chart busting album entitled "mustache ride." that was the begining...
in 1994 the band was signed to basura / priority records. they would enlist el rolo and dj fogboy to the lineup to make them louder and cooler for their release of "manpussy."
over the years foreskin 500 went on to play shows with a lot of bands including : flaming lips, morphine, mc 900 foot jesus, helios creed, the jesus lizard, god bullies, season to risk, unband, ethyl meatplow, woodpussy, ed hall, gbh, steel pole bathtub, siouxsie and the banshees, english beat, liz phair, reverend horton heat, ancient chinese penis and a bunch more...
if the band wasn't playing shows they were eating breakfast with beck, the melvins, possom dixon, l7, mudwimmin, iowa beef experience, the haters, black humour, that dog, and nels cline.
foreskin 500 broke up in 1997 after releasing three albums. they had a song in a de niro movie and somehow became part of the soundtrack to many athletic scores including live baseball, and hockey games.
today 3ksk lives in la and likes it. diggie diamond also lives in la and likes it. el rolo owns a fine wine store in denver. dj fogboy lives in nyc and likes it.
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Foreskin 500 Starbent but Superfreaked album (Priority/Basura) Supernasty, funked-up metal unpleasantness. They're our tip for the top. ~ Rob Sheffield
Wired
No Further confirmation is needed to prove that disco and heavy metal are the music of the devil Starbent but Superfreaked combines both, and if Satan himself isn't playing, it's his next available representative. Imagine the Ohio Players tinkering with the hard drive of a sampler-driven freak-rock band, one whose signature AC/DC riffs funnel into delectable dance music. The stand-out "Deliver Me" - something like Sly Stone siring Rosemary's baby- is gravid with tongue-in-cheek evil disco. Never mindyour soul; Foreskin 500 wants your booty. ~Dave Clifford
Alternative Press Combining the hedonism and pomposity of 70's disco with the puritanical fury of a punk and metal sounds like a really bad idea, doesn't it? Such a bad idea that Foreskin 500 couldn't resist giving it a whirl. Not a quick, ignorable 7-inch whirl, either, but a full CD; one long (and long-dreaded) mating of the Sunshine Band and Black Sabbath, Sister Sledge and the Sisters of Mercy. But what do you expect from the lot whose last group almost scored an alternative anthem with something about Morrissey riding a "cockhorse"?
Exempting "Return Of Sugarpimp," a supercool, hyper-disturbed electronic-dance instrumental, the dominant motif of Starbent but Superfreaked is almost Zenlike in its simplicity: Sex and death. Beatboxes , disco samples, bizzarre Moog work and irresistible dance grooves provide the first, while the latter comes courtesy of furnace-hot distortion blasts, Slayer-tailored vocals and lyrical philophy reminiscent of plague sufferers in Werner Herzog's Nosferatu: We're irrevocably doomedmight as well fuck. Symptomatic overall is "Good Times I," with its synchronized stadium-crowd cheers to heavy techno beats as robot voices predict destruction for all major U.S. cities while funkily demanding that "everybody say hey!" Sampled war noises from the late-70's video games (notably "Defender") complete the package.
Sounds like a novelty? I certainly hope sogod forbid bands without the creative edge and debased genius of Diggie Diamond and Mark The 3 Kord Scissor King should attemp this sort of thing. ~John Pecorelli
Im Gegensatz zu "Starbent And Superfreaked" sind Foreskin 500 auf dieser CD viel rockiger, Richtung Siebziger. Schlagzeug gibt es keins, das erledigt die Rhythmusmaschine, und warum auch nicht, ansonsten ist dies ein noisiger Rock mit stellenweise HipHop-Beats und irgendwie seltsam wirkenden Samples in dem puren Rock'n'Roll-Zusammenhang. Aber hier stimmt einfach alles: Da knattern die aufgebohrten Motorräder, es gibt Wanderprediger, Wind und Sand, gröhlige Gesänge, brutale Liebesgeschichten ("Baby bow to my Bible..."); "Manpussy" ist der musikalische Road-Movie, ein "Born To Be Wild" in den mittleren Neunzigern, aber alles andere als ein wildes Draufgehaue. Rundherum überzeugend, und fast schon jenseits von gut und böse.
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Starbent But Superfreaked offers a glimpse into the sleazy, vice-ridden underworld discotheque that is Foreskin 500. Appropriating hard rock, funk, psychedelia, hip-hop's approach to sampling, and a heavy slice of late '70s-style hedonism, Foreskin 500 brew a potent, sweaty brine on their sophomore release. Thanks to irresistible funk grooves, a punchy production, and the band's take-it-or-leave-it sex-and-drugs-fueled attitude, the album is a gloriously trashy success. But there is subtle complexity at work here -- while the band can obviously paint a graphic picture of underground party-culture excess ("Twister"), they have also perfected the doped-out melancholy of the morning after ("Pinhead Fantasy"). The ideal soundtrack to freak-filled after-hours parties everywhere.
~ Andy Hinds, All Music Guide
FORESKIN 500: MUSTACHE RIDE Now that even low-end Casio's have built in samplers, it's getting harder to keep technology sounding nasty. A commendable effort comes by way of Diggie Diamond and the 3 Kord Scissor King with this debut release. The pair shooots for a bunch of Ministry depressogrooves minus the guitar overkill and, and on tracks like "King Candy Cane," "Brassiere Attack" and "Muff Driver" the results are impressively ugly and comical. Foreskin is better at making noisy nonsense than spinning a yarn on a cut like "Monsters," although that one does feature some well used Boris Karloff snarls. "Black Cadillac" describes Satan tooling around town in the titular auto, and yet it's set against a pulsing beat and what sounds like a flatulant lawnmower. This is the techno-dance album for the Butthole Surfers fans. - Chris Crisafulli
