NEWS - Sept/Oct 2006


So now, the news:

Hi kids! It’s yer old Uncle SRB here, popping off for the good of humankind, so plop down, strap in and let’s get started.

Got a great new band to tell y’about - The Winsome Griffles. Kinda Southern, kinda Americana, kinda rural, kinda fruity, but always a good time - and that’s guaranteed, or quintuple your money back. We’ve had some good initial shows and are looking to play out a bit more in the next few months, jah sure, but we’re also in the middle of a lively intra-band debate about whether to play out or record the album. I expect that it’s nothing that can’t be solved with some sharpened brass knuckles and/or nailed Louisville Sluggers. We’ll see how this one goes, so stay tuned by checking either the band listings or the obits.

Either way, there’s a coupla lively tunes and other assorted phun stuff here:
http://www.myspace.com/winsomegriffls .
Read it and sweep, podnah!

MUTAYTOR has been humming along down in LA, Colorado, Kansas, and elsewhere. They’ll be back up here at The Fillmore on Saturday, November 11th.

Also, the mighty MUTAYTOR machine will be opening for Beck at the Download Festival at the Shoreline Amphitheater on Saturday, September 30th, so come on out or you are yes, a loser, baby. Way too much to see at http://www.www.mutaytor.com, sheesh.

EXCELSIOR CATACOMBS STUDIOS is being assembled by SRB at the new pad. A bombin’ Mac G5 with Pro Tools is being hooked up as we speak, and shockingly terrible so-called music will be being vomited forth shortly. This passes for excitement ’round these parts. Mucho thankos go out to Buck Down, Terry Bardoul and Spikey Chuck Resnick for their invaluable assistance with this grand endeavor. Dicks all, you bet.

Also, LUMINOUS MOMENTS, the sweetest-ass piece of literary filth you’ve ever seen, is done and on a rampage. Contact SRB for details on how to get your very own porcelain throne-suitable copy, then auto-shock your mental monkey into glorious drooling oblivion.

Thassallfernow, so be of good cheer, or I’ll come to your house and beat you mercilessly to a juicy frothing pulp with canvas sacks full of soggy wheat germ and D batteries. Promise



Love,

~SRB~