The year was 1904, and Nibulous Arcola, during his mourning Stegasaurus shower had an epiphany. Why not sing? And that's exactly what he started doin', singing. It wasn't for another 25 years before he would happen across a gent with simalar ideals, Nippleodeon, of no fixed address. The two would sing, and sing in that quiet little bathhouse until the were exhausted. It wouldn't be for quite some time later, in 1958, on a sebatical in Africa that they would stumble across a tribe of Zulus, that they would discover the Zulu, El Hairiachi. Who would cauterize the union of what we now today as C.O.A.
“….and so it goes…..don’t know about you but we find it damned hard to resist a band whose members go by the names of Nib, Hairy and Nipples, of course we suspect that they aren’t the names on their passports if indeed they possess passports because having heard these snot nosed cuties we wouldn‘t be too surprised tp hear that this lot are under some kind of state controlled curfew. They hail from Ontario and by all accounts have been around now for the best part of two decades no doubt scaring the BEJEZUS out of record punters with their riotous revelry….trashy, sometimes stupid, never dull stuff like ‘Everybody I know is an Asshole‘ and ‘I Wanna be an Alcoholic‘ are instant spew venting pogo pounding shit-faced anthems while ‘Resurrection Cemetery‘ breaks from the well oiled formula and veers towards a seriously freaked series of chord serrating metal that‘d make Ozzy cack his pants….just wait until you hear the beer swilled and hiccupping chorus harmonies - sounds to us like Tarzan choking on a t-bone…..priceless. “ Mark Tales losing today.com (all as compiled form the bands website)
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I LOVE THESE GUYS!
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