Simcoe Street Mob

*note*It is not only recommended, it is strongly advised that a biography seeker such as yourself read the "Individual Member Biographies" before reading this "Group" one. If everything works out, these can be found as a blog in our blog section. If everything doesn't work out, well, I'm very sorry.*end note*Simcoe St. Mob was formed, unintentionally, January 11 1997 at the Reddy Family Motel in Toronto, Ontario. It has been speculated that the motel’s address, 168 Simcoe St., may have partially influenced not only the name of the group, but perhaps even their debut album, “168.”Even to this day, details surrounding the events that took place in that motel January 11th remain fuzzy at best. While members of the group attribute their poor memories to a rare calcium deficiency that they all insist they suffer from, Al Reddy, the motel’s owner and operator, maintains, “Calcium deficiency!!? All those bastards ever did was smoke weed and get drunk. That’s why they don’t remember anything. They really said they were deficient in calcium!? Little bastards.”Whatever the reason may be, here is what we know for certain. For the ten days leading up to January 11th, or more specifically, January 1st, January 2nd, January 3rd, January 4th, January 5th, January 6th, January 7th, January 8th, January 9th, and January 10th, Pointy Beak sat alone in room 9 of The Reddy Family Motel, with only his boombox and his imagination, experimenting with different styles and flavours……….. of ice cream. Considering that only a week and a half earlier, Beak had abandoned his family, friends and career to become a rapper, he decided he’d better get busy.During the wee hours of the morning, January 11th, using empty ice cream tubs as the back-bone, Pointy Beak began production on the beat that would soon blossom into Simcoe St. Mob’s earliest known recording, a tune simply entitled, “Chronic.”Unbeknownst to Beak at the time, next door, in room 8, sat a dejected Nepalese buckwheat farming legend, King Buckwheat, who by this time was going by his birth acronym, Margetz. Personal diaries have confirmed that when Margetz overheard the odd beat that was developing in the adjoining room, he immediately went over and told the occupant, “AY!! I’m tryyyyyyin’ t’git some sleep ovah heeeuhz!!”Beak’s musically instinctive ear, shocked as it was, instantly recognized that he was listening to one of his generation’s strongest, most distinctively memorable voices, which by all accounts was saturated in silk, satin and serious soul. He immediately invited Margetz inside.Four minutes later, “Chronic” was completed.It was only two days later, while fetching a pack of Certs from the candy machine, that Beak and Margetz ran into motel custodian Larry Reddy, a man who would soon be pegged with the moniker Loaf a Bread.A young Reddy showed great interest in the music that was coming from room 9, and an equal, if not greater interest in what sort of mess might result from it. Amused, Beak and Margetz invited Reddy to come check out the studio. Reddy was understandably disappointed upon discovering that ‘the studio’ was nothing more than a motel room covered in hamburger wrappers and ice cream containers that happened to have a boombox in the corner, that was also covered in hamburger wrappers and ice cream containers.As luck would have it, Reddy stuck around that afternoon to clean up the horrific mess, and, amazingly enough, while doing so, recorded his very first Simcoe St. Mob song, “Booty Song.” By recording the vocals at double speed Beak was able to record “Booty Song” in under two minutes. Incredibly, even without the luxury of a record label or management team or anything really, other than an audio tape, “Booty Song” shot to number 1 in dozens of countries around the world. Perhaps not your country in particular, but lots of other ones for sure. Number 1. Uno. The big, top, number.It was actually that same day that Reddy, accidentally, transformed himself into the immortal Loaf a Bread. A life long lover of all things gothic, and prisoner of The Reddy Family Motel, Reddy had never been fortunate enough to venture outdoors. When Beak and Margetz insisted he join them in celebrating the new song’s completion by catching some rays, Reddy succumbed to peer pressure and went outside for the first time, ever.I’ll say this much: The sun was beatin’ down pretty good that day. As for Reddy? Didn’t do so good. The sun’s powerful ray’s really did a number on his shirtless, lily white torso, and within a minute or two he was completely charred beyond recognition.Months later, after an extremely costly skin rehab stint, Reddy finally returned to room 9 of The Reddy Family Motel. It became blatently obvious to Beak and Margetz that Reddy’s skin, although healed, had taken on a mesmerizing, olive, almost bread-like hue. Instead of trying to be understanding of his new complexion, Beak and Margetz just named him Loaf a Bread and called it a day.As for Reverend Capp, he’s just a perverted guy who swings by from time to time and everyone’s too freaked out to tell him he can’t record. Listen to some of his lyrics man. The guy’s pretty intense.As the group progressed, voices were honed and stage presence and style were developed, leading up to the consummate, very masculine, tastefully sensual image they project today. Their awesome vocal prowess, a uniquely unimitatable combination of raw power and sweet charm has sustained this fantastic foursome over an award winning 10 year career.Myspace Graphics
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