Well, what can I say about dump?  I guess we called it punk-noise-polka.  We couldn't play.  Or sing.  But we did it anyway. Most people didn't get it.  But we were lucky enough to have friends willing to subject themselves to our shows.  It's hard to believe we actually got paid for going up on stage and making noise.

We would raid the Santa Cruz dump for various trash that made cool noises.  Plastic barrels, 50 gallon drums, sheet metal and car suspension coils...  Adding various samples, loops, homemade amplifier feedback, and Mike's chaos theory & music project we were set.  Oh, and the drinks and drugs didn't help either.  While we recorded a bunch of neat stuff over the years, our live shows were the most fun.

Every show we had a piñata we stuffed with the most awful thing we could think of.  We destroyed a Barney piñata stuffed full of spam and beans.  We played the superchicken theme song while bashing a chicken piñata that we stuffed an actual foster's farms chicken into.  Politically correct we were not.  But dammit, we had a blast.  And don't get me started on the time a UCSC tour group came through campus during one of our performances.

MP3s

hippy with a puppy
What is it with hippies and puppies?  The most tolerable of our songs.  It actually got played on the radio once if you can believe it. 

white trash acid casualty
Our tribute to the strange folk of Santa Cruz.  All of the characters in this one are actually real people.  No kidding.  

mold farm
Our million dollar idea.  People will buy anything, even mold if you make it fun enough.

groggin and scroggin
The "scroggin" sample that has yet to be topped.  It starts about halfway through the song and doesn't let up.  Funny, lo-fi stuff.

Pix

Mikey, Superchicken, and Dan

Recording our noise

Cables, trash, noise

Drumming!

Grinding!

Throwing chickens!

Grinding and soaping!