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Music Style
alternative/blues/punk/pop/fusion/metal/skiffle |
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Musical Influences
Tracy Chapman, Joey Ramone, the Partridge Family, Queensryche |
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Similar Artists
The sound is unlike anything you've heard. |
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Artist History
The Sex. The Drugs. The Music. The Parties. The Fights. The Girls. But most of all, the music. No, wait, most of all, the sex.Clark Schpiell and the Furry Cockroaches Without Butts burst onto the music scene in 1988 with the force of a herd of charging rhinos. With their breakthrough hit Oreos from Hell, they lept to the top of the Nodak BillboardTM charts and within a week their first album, Fear the Lawn Gnomes, was certified double-platinum. Their hypnotic mix of screaming, feedback, unintelligible lyrics and mediocre instrumental talent seemed to strike a chord in the drifting, directionless youth of the upper-midwest. The result was a rock and roll dynasty like no other -- short-lived but burning with the fire of a thousand suns.CSATFCWB's musical reign lasted only 3 years -- by the summer of 1991 the band members (those left alive) were burnt-out husks, eaten from the inside by drugs, hate and madness, and the music was no more.But the fans live on. This page is dedicated to those courageous, loyal fans who actually bought all of those scratchy, poorly produced cassette tapes and record albums (as opposed to those who simply brough hand-held tape recorders to the concerts because they were too cheap to buy the album and support the band -- you guys suck!). Within these virtual pages you'll find bits and pieces of CSATFCWB history -- poignant, powerful and sad.Read on. Rock on. Roll . . . on. |
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Group Members
David, Jason, Chris, Jeremy, Dr.M, John, Eric |
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Instruments
Guitars, keyboards, drums, harmonica, saxophone, electric clarinet |
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Albums
Fear the Lawn Gnomes and many others |
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Press Reviews
I first began listening to CSATFCWB when their manager, Boy-Nett, called me and asked me to write this book. He said he had read my prior publication, Mad Libs #28, and found it "observant, insightful, thought-provoking, and the only Mad Libs that's actually funny even if you don't use swear words." Flattered, I asked him to send me some of the band's work, since I had never heard of them and his description of their music as "the kind of music any geniuses would have played in 1988 if they didn't know how to play an instrument" didn't really help me pinpoint their sound. Two weeks later, a parcel arrived: a series of cassettes wrapped in an old mustard-stained sweater and circumnavigated several times over with duct tape. I popped the cassettes into my Walkman while sitting at the breakfast table and was immediately assaulted by a barrage of sound that I knew was music only because Boy-Nett had referred to them as a "band." After it finally stopped, I assumed the first song was over, rewound it and listened again. I glanced at the liner notes on the cassette. I had just heard their famous hit and standard encore number Vomitus Erectus. Years later, I was to become immersed in the band. Release parties, live albums, outtakes, interviews past and present, concert videos, and countless anecdotes from people who knew them and many who didn't but only heard about them from others who thought they heard something about them once . . . All of that combined to form this tale of decadence, excess, and needlessly offensive incoherent music. This is the Clark Schpiell and the Furry Cockroaches Without Butts story. |
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Location
Burlington, North Dakota - USA |
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