Formed in 1996 by Ted Tarka and Brian Porter, the band started out as a three piece influenced by shit like Chuck Berry, the Mummies, Thunders, DANGERHOUSE, Detroit madness (you know what that means) and 80s teenage (real) metal shit. They released honest-to-jeebus vinyl 45 RPM records on a multitude of underground labels. Doug from Submachine (original bassist!) put out their first single on his Republic of Chesterfield label, which led to midstate PA boy Subarton putting out their next two singles on his NYC 007 records label, becoming labelmates with the Hellacopters, Nitwitz, and Gluecifer, among others in their early years. That led to a full length LP on Australia’s Stolen Records label and the band toured the United States and Europe.
Needless to say, there were many beers, etc. along the way. Eventually Ted conned Metal Mary into playing bass and then Matt joined the fold. Soundmen became angry x2.
Next up came a split 7”with Pittsburgh’s very own Plastered Bastards on Sock It! Records, and then a recording session for a full length ensued – which was picked up by Beluga, Ghost Highway Recordings and Spaghetty Town.
If this one sheet sounds cut and dry, it is because there are things that would horrify you. You might run away, fast. You would buy hand sanitizer by the gallon and crab medicine, and probably throw out your couch. You might question your own life choices. This album is the product of some horrifying shit, captured mostly live. Crank it, crack a beer, ride the rails. Nothing on this fucker is fake.
Good Luck,
The Manglers
Needless to say, there were many beers, etc. along the way. Eventually Ted conned Metal Mary into playing bass and then Matt joined the fold. Soundmen became angry x2.
Next up came a split 7”with Pittsburgh’s very own Plastered Bastards on Sock It! Records, and then a recording session for a full length ensued – which was picked up by Beluga, Ghost Highway Recordings and Spaghetty Town.
If this one sheet sounds cut and dry, it is because there are things that would horrify you. You might run away, fast. You would buy hand sanitizer by the gallon and crab medicine, and probably throw out your couch. You might question your own life choices. This album is the product of some horrifying shit, captured mostly live. Crank it, crack a beer, ride the rails. Nothing on this fucker is fake.
Good Luck,
The Manglers