CC was born years ago in a dark alley inside of a trash can. Together, the eight (sometimes seven, sometimes six, sometimes nine, sometimes twelve?) members huddled together in the dark and cold, struggling to survive. Eventually, after long days of anal rape and hot Carls, Agent FMF exclaimed, "Let's play music, you sick fucks! We can bring our flith out of the streets and into punk venues where people will hate us and throw trash at our feet!" Suddenly, VA-Gena replied, "But we don't know how to play instruments!" "Who cares?" General Dick Fuck Duck shouted, "We can rely on our good looks and sex prowess!" With that, the hungry bandmates crawled out of the alley, shit their pants, and started a band playing the most fucked up ska music ever created.
um. So we have these instruments, and we play 'em real loud. We like lots of different music and have really short attention spans. So we play all kinds of different stuff in rapid succession with minimal repetition (you've got a back button on your CD player, don't ya? Why should we need to play it twice, d00dzors?) We like lots of stuff going on all at once; otherwise we get real bored. At our shows, we try to model after riots and circus acts. We like people getting dropkicked, drinking pee, doing handsprings, smearing Free Pussy's blood on VA-Gena's boobies, burning pubes. We REALLY hate holding still, so, just like in the music, there's always a bunch of stuff happening all at once. We dress up in crazy costumes and have weird props we throw around (*cough* dildos). so yeah um. just listen to the CDs, cause they're good dammit.
If you buy one Cryptorchid Chipmunk CD this week. make sure it's this one!!!
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Our CD is available on Interpunk!!! Dude! Why are you still sitting there?!?!?! You should. uh. still sit there. And maybe listen to our CD while you're doing it. Yep.
