The Scandinavian Front

The Scandinavian Front began its life like most people, as a screaming confused mass of writhing flesh and eyeballs. But instead of tumbling into a sterile, well-lit room filled with latex-gloved hands, this monster of a band first opened its eyes to the dark and musty confines of a wretched basement somewhere in the scorched hellscape of Chicago.Despite this inauspicious beginning, the band has grown and matured into the hulking, well-endowed giant that exists today. What began as a few friends fooling around and experimenting with each other in the hidden darkness of a basement has become a passionate project that has both defined and transcended those involved.This past year has seen them shuffling between assorted dive bars, horrifying children at birthday parties, and opening for Moby (twice). Through this sometimes brutal, and always challenging phase, the band have chiseled their sound down to the emotional core, exposing the throbbing nerve of tangled pop and rock 'n' roll punkfuckery.After countless attempts at trapping the beast of their sound in the cage of a shitty Macintosh computer, they have finally taken their country-baked circus punk into the studio and applied a thin gloss of warmth and beauty. They have stuck a feather in their cap, so to speak, but have REFUSED to call it macaroni. What they will call it though, is their proudest moment as a band. A moment that will forever tremble in their heart.These little gentlemen & lovely gentlewoman have managed to thread together all of their diverse influences to create a complex and textured aural tapestry. In a world saturated with talented musicians, this achievement can seem inconsequential, but their wild-eyed passion and feverish voracity set them apart from the dispassionate and detached pose of many bands today.And now you, the average Scandinavian Front aficionado with your scruffy beards and fiery crotches, have the chance to finally own a slice of this musical pie. The Scandinavian Front is on the verge of unveiling their masterwork - their as-of-yet-untitled debut EP (which will most certainly not be called 'My Black Uncle: Songs of a Lonely Bluncle). So keep your hearts on your SLEEVE and your ears to the GROUND for more details. And remember: never wear white after Labor Day...Even if you could.