Lead by crazed voodoo sauced, genetically altered (by his own hands no less), napalm sippin' genius, Len Puch, SNAKEOUT has been an unmovable, undeniable and undulating fixture in all things surfabilly for over twenty years. Live shows in the past included a just from the dead visit by Elvis (not to happy), live birthings (human), a coal burning-flame throwing rug muncher and plenty-o-fire. Oh yeah, some thrashin'-bashin' music that will set your feet on fire, make you say your prayers and beg fer yer mama. SNAKEOUT'S music tackles the core of what makes you humans wake up every morning and sludge through the day only to rinse and repeat. Such soul crushing doses of truth as "Fuck You, I Ain't Gandhi", "Toenails", "Hockey Night in Canada" and "Good Gooblie Go" only reinforce SNAKEOUT'S inter-connection to our spiritual core. When you hear the distance jungle beating of a drum and you suddenly find that you have a need to put on a Hawaiian shirt, drink a PBR out of a wooden tiki cup and put on a human bone necklace that you didn't even know that you owned, you know that SNAKEOUT must be near. Years from now as those drums start to fade and you stare at possibly your last sunset, your mind will drift to a dingy, smelly bar in Detroit were you wipe fake blood and vomit off of your shoes; gag at the fake smoke coming from the stage and think, "chicks were a lot looser back then and I swear that sure didn't taste like cream corn!". No my friend, it didn't and they were...
