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we're a two piece called Cunts and we both play the smoke machine.
6 piece. 5 bassists 1 kazoo. Debut album 13 seconds long.
He's Goose, i'm Futon. Our names are also our instruments. Playing the Old Blue on Friday with Electron Hubbard.
and we get one guy making bleeping noises with an Acorn Electron computer while the other beats out a rhythm on the mummified dead body of L. Ron Hubbard.
one bass one drums one onstage sculptor-prophet
That name would be better suited to a quartet that take the stage and just smoke agressively
Fuck my artistic integrity, I just want fags. Where do I sign?
Shit, this is embarrassing
I'm going to sabotage your tape-only album launch party at DreamBagsJaguarShoes.
This Saturday, Canning Town Hall: T-Error Wrists supporting Skunk Arse, Warren Terror and TRUEANUS. £2 entry.
No signing. Only coughing.
Its going to be beautiful
i really wanna do some sculps. no. done. MUSICAL DIFFERENCES EXPLODE.
I'm so art punk I'm going to invent it.
and we all play music2000 on the playstation
We're actually called "Form an East London Art Punk Band", or "FELA Punk Band" for short. And yes, we all wear rubber Fela Kuti masks while playing, which some may perceive as a bit highbrow/elitist, but for your information we have a lead guitarist, rhythm guitarist, bass & vox in addition to the sax and djembe.
Basically, one of us spends the first half of our set hitting all the instruments with the djembe whilst the rest of the band sprays each other with paint to produce a vibrant, pulsating Pollockesque piece of living art. Then we take the wires which conventionally would be plugged into the "instruments" and we go around the audience flicking their cocktail glasses with the 6.33mm jacks - taking advantage of the varying levels of liquid to create something quite beautiful; random, yet with clear roots in Indian raga.
We also have a guy who sometimes joins us onstage sawing a log and shouting headlines from the Daily Mail, but between you and me he's a bit of a nutter.
Electron Hubbard are playing a gig on friday. Support from dishwasher-core band Rhinoceros on Crack.
8pm, the old dog shit warehouse.
£3, free entry if you're wearing a cardboard box.
First EP 'Muhajibabes' out now on Mugabe Allstars
We play songs constructed from Facebook message alert sounds on our latest album "Goose-Stepping to the Bus Stop"
we amplify dried out intestine
John Brainlove played one chord on guitar, i wore girls sports shorts and acted pathetic, there was a record player and a tiny tiny tiny little symbol and a girl with a bob involved.
it was amazing.
we say it like it is.
I'm forming a band called Wigman Pillage, we have an opera singer, 2 bassists, one guitar that's just screaming feedback, a man playing a tambourine and hitting boiled eggs, a guy that walks in the audience hugging people and crying, two drummer and a guy that sits in the corner stroking a gun.
we both play the gas chamber
Four piece fronted by Rosebud, who sings out of his goatse. I play the cheesegrater with my dick, the other two members play with each other.
3 piece: Pongo plays the theremin strapped to a cat, Lord Buttercock hits a dildo against a saucepan and Wiggles screams into a toilet for 13 hours then loops himself.
doing with himself.
Christmas number 1 beckons 2012.
Our name is a three second silence. We don’t have any songs; instead we stand in silence for thirty minutes before trashing the stage. We play a twelve hour show and blow up the building at the end. We're incredibly prolific, recording over one hundred and fifty albums in two and a half years. We get accused of ripping off John Cage and his estate sues us for millions of dollars.
Three members, two of them play dead whilst I stick car parts on my head and cry out of key with myself. We all wear green sandals.
I use a loop station and vintage pedals to create TUNES from various kitchen-sink-in-use samples, while drumming another sink live, using cutlery commonly found in the kitchen.
Fancy doing a joint headline tour with my new project CISTERN KONFLIQT? Basically it's 6 set up in a pyramid formation, each filled with different levels of water and microphones attached around the edges. I then stand on a stepladder, dropping various objects into them from a height over the sound of an 8 second repeated casio keyboard demo. The set only ends once I've shat in each one.
Glamorous and sweaty ("Clam-Glam")
a riotous four-piece NON-WAVE cluster(withENO)fuck,
desperately seeking a new 'Svetlana',
must have own funding strategy.