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A four piece band consisting of [[Andrew McFing]] on bass, [[Baxter Festle]] on Guitar, [[Brinks Scikkol]] on drums, and the ever fucked up [[Drek Findell]] as the vocalist, and anti-spirtual leader. They recorded a few drunken sessions and released [[limited cassette tape copys]] off of the master tape. Nobody bought a copy and few would except them for free. Still when they flailed away at a old Johny Cash song late at night after the partyers where asleep in their own vomit it was almost nearly magic...Somewhere in a kansas ditch, there is the oxidated brittle cover to one of they're tapes sticking ten percent above the scraggy ground of a water sprinkled ditch. | A four piece band consisting of [[Andrew McFing]] on bass, [[Baxter Festle]] on Guitar, [[Brinks Scikkol]] on drums, and the ever fucked up [[Drek Findell]] as the vocalist, and anti-spirtual leader. They recorded a few drunken sessions and released [[limited cassette tape copys]] off of the master tape. Nobody bought a copy and few would except them for free. Still when they flailed away at a old Johny Cash song late at night after the partyers where asleep in their own vomit it was almost nearly magic...Somewhere in a kansas ditch, there is the oxidated brittle cover to one of they're tapes sticking ten percent above the scraggy ground of a water sprinkled ditch. | ||
== Discography: == | |||
The Party Tape 1990 | |||
*1 Hard Seasons | |||
*2 Tiddy Buttens | |||
*3 The cheese partition | |||
*4 Crushing the swirl | |||
*5 Hard Seasons second take | |||
[[Category: Musicians]] | [[Category: Musicians]] | ||
A four piece band consisting of Andrew McFing on bass, Baxter Festle on Guitar, Brinks Scikkol on drums, and the ever fucked up Drek Findell as the vocalist, and anti-spirtual leader. They recorded a few drunken sessions and released limited cassette tape copys off of the master tape. Nobody bought a copy and few would except them for free. Still when they flailed away at a old Johny Cash song late at night after the partyers where asleep in their own vomit it was almost nearly magic...Somewhere in a kansas ditch, there is the oxidated brittle cover to one of they're tapes sticking ten percent above the scraggy ground of a water sprinkled ditch.
The Party Tape 1990