DESCRIPTION:
Chumps met in NYC, but they don't care about geography. They take desert rock and infuse it with Midwestern nihilism and Southern Californian anger. Their fucked up pop sensibility is like a battle between 'Fun House' style sex-grooves, chromatic guitar riffage and Freddie Mercury on some bad acid. It's loud, obnoxious, post-apocalyptic rock that will make you wonder if you'd enjoy sex with a burning corpse. Paul is a preacher's son, and you can tell. There's no good in the world he describes, only brainwashing Scientologists, unholy raptures, brutal pimps, cheap prostitutes, blood eating rats, and bastard cops. Tom and Sol met over ten years ago in Western Massachusetts and have been making punk rock ever since. Todd's not sure what punk is, but he brought some AC/DC style discipline, shit talking, and whiskey into the fold. They recorded their debut record at Translator Audio with Andrew Schneider and his awesome dog Brady.

Blog post on Decibel Magazine:
http://www.decibelmagazine.com/featured/what-it-takes-to-be-a-chump/