Artist description Sci-Fi Uterus is witty, silly, covertly literate and highly musical, which should gain the band an audience with fans of electronica, space fiction and musical theater, and children under eight.

Similar Artists The music is infused with sensibilities culled from the new-wave era: The spacey vocals are pure B-52s...Different can be good - and Sci-Fi Uterus is different.

Artist History It has been said an ancient tablet was once recovered, it's message broken, its implications haunting: TO LOOK ONTO THE LAST SUNRISE IS TO FIND...the message stimulated a profound dread for the world's outcome and an exuberant sense of horror for what that moment would be like, and for those who would be there for (unquestionably the most spectacular event in this little corner of the universe) THE LAST DAY ON EARTH! DoHo, the only living member of a subterranean survival fleet, surrounded by the last remaining technology on the planet can find no solution for survival, no forecast of the future (his, the earth's, the universe). In frantic desperation to grasp some elemental reality he ascends to the earth's surface. When the mighty doors fly open he beholds THE LAST SUNRISE. The blistering instant drives him into a swoon, inverting his vision, and giving him the first glimpse of the Sci-Fi Uterus. Two other salient beings (Mystic Antenna Chick and Stif Spring) each in their own outer episodes of search are suddenly drawn into the ring of DoHo's fantastic glimpse; for an instant there is a collective psychic transmission in a core the likes of a supernova, mutually felt by each trio member. They have seized beauty where it has escaped into nether-dimensional holes. All vanishes as quickly as it came. Mystic Antenna Chick and Stif Spring are expelled to their outer episodes, enchanted nevertheless by the superb illumination they have each experienced. In a hallucinatory mist immediately following the glimpse an equation is given to DoHo from Nebulon to be inputted into the subterranean tech system; when the equation is activated future Nebulon Transmissions will return the trio to the Uterus.

Group Members Mystic Antenna Chick Stif Spring DoHo

Albums Into the Bloodbath, Into the Dream; Primal Lick

Press Reviews Primal Lick, WestWord review: Sept 16, 1999 -- Years ago, I interviewed the band Bjorn Again, who endeavored to persuade me that they were not an ABBA cover band but an intergalactic incarnation of the beloved foursome. My suspicion is that the members of Sci-Fi Uterus would tell you, straight-faced, that they are indeed non-human -- or possibly post-human -- entities roaming an apocalyptic landscape where electronic music rules all. Their second release, Primal Lick, on the local [HyperHead] imprint, certainly strengthens that argument. Sci-Fi Uterus would have swept the Music Awards Showcase if we'd had a category for "The Kind of Music You Might Hear at a Cyborg Wedding Reception." Opening with "beauty," Primal Lick feels like a kind of synth opera, with movements, landscapes, characters and a subliminal plot, calling to mind everyone from Forest for the Trees, circa-1984 Depeche Mode, the B-52's and Dr. Demento. Lyrically, this album is like Dr. Seuss for the dance set. "Raw & Vital" mentions "coyotes from hell leaping for your death" and "the earth shriveled up like a [wrecked] face." I have no idea what they're talking about most of the time, but I hear something new with each listen, and it almost always makes me laugh. I can say that the threesome, which consists of Do-Ho, Mystic Antenna Chick and Stif Spring, seem to revere Robert De Niro (he pops up in at least two songs; possibly he's some sort of god in the future). "Heat to Sink" finds Mystic Antenna Chick vocally resembling a young Deborah Harry -- were she an extraterrestrial, of course. On the track, all three Uteri take turns with spoken overdubs set against electro-Jesus Christ Superstar music. (I mean that in the best way possible.) "Jewels Venus" sounds like ritual music for a virgin sacrifice to aliens, but however kooky the delivery, the message is salient: "Just when things are looking up, I'm standing in hell." And on "Remember," when Mystic Antenna Chick exuberantly and bravely proclaims, "I like butterscotch!" it sounds as meaningful as a universal proclamation of some cosmic truth. Sci-Fi Uterus is witty, silly, covertly literate and highly musical, which should gain the band an audience with fans of electronica, space fiction and musical theater, and children under eight. Upcoming shows are TBA, and I can only imagine what those evenings will be like. All I know is, I hope I'm invited. It turns out Primal Lick is pretty tasty indeed. -Laura Bond Sci-Fi Uterus is a fine name for a band, and the act's CD, Into the Bloodbath Into the Dream, is every bit as odd as its moniker. The music is infused with sensibilities culled from the new-wave era: The spacey vocals are pure B-52s, and the keyboards on hand were likely made by Casio. The lyrics, meanwhile, are frequently scatological dada: Witness "Smokin' (A Vagina in China)," which features the lines "Blowin' a hole that's fina/Than a lofty wench, than a bullet rip? Than a little peep at a virgin kick!" and a hook that goes "Fuckee-suckee G.I." But the tongue-in-cheek artsiness of numbers such as "On Colfax" ("A head beaten on a sidewalk is no longer a head") helps overcome the bargain-basement production. Different can be good - and Sci-Fi Uterus is different. -Michael Roberts

Location Denver, CO - USA

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