Nashville TN
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Nashville TN
Nashville's Creepiest Rock n Roll!
Wolfie - Vocals and Howlin'
Handsome Jimmy - Bass Thunder
Boomer Roid - Drums and Horror
Ziggy A McNasty - The Malcolm Young of Horror Rock
Jeano Roid - The Angus Young of Horror Rock
Discography:
The Incredibly Strange People Who Stopped Living and Became The Creeping Cruds (2005)
Tennessee Bloodbath (2009)
Co-creators of Nashville's annual event Dr. Gangrene's Horror Hootenanny
Some cool reviews of Creeping Cruds records:
CLASSIC ROCK MAGAZINE
A howling rocktail of butched-up Johnny Thunders and Paul Stanley riffs, hairy, hoary, Swede-style motorsleaze, late-night fright-show snippets and pure high-flying rock energy. Beyond the Z-movie goofiness, thss there's some seriously bad-ass rock 'n' roll here.
RUE MORGUE MAGAZINE
A cool campy intro by Tennessee horror host Dr. Gangrene and beautiful flesh-rotting artwork by Stephen Blickenstaff greet the listener before The Creeping Cruds tear into ten tracks of badass rawk 'n' roll fused with a dangerously geeky obsession with old school horror flicks, monsters and gore.
A messed up mutation of AC/DC power riffs, Ramones three-chord catchiness and dark Southern rock, these grown up monster kids don't just pay tribute to the horrors of their youth, they become them. Only the most B-movie-soaked brain could come up with lyrics as inspired as "M-U-R-D-E-R means your fuckin bloodon the bannsiters" or song titles in the vein of Driving Miss Zombie.
Why can't every horror punk band be this much fun? -AL XXXXX (Five Skulls – Rue-Morgue's highest rating!)
(thee) Jeff Dahl for CARBON 14 MAGAZINE
The Creeping Cruds- The Incredibly Strange People Who Stopped Living and Became The Creeping Cruds (www.creepingcruds.com) The horror branch of the Punk Rock tree seems to fall into two basic categories: quasi-metal-punk a la Misfits or Cramps style 50's ranting and raving. The Cruds are a bit of both but, genetically, fall closer to the latter. They definitely have some Hasil Adkins and Billy Lee Riley chromosomes floating around the gene pool and I betcha they could even knock out a killer version of "I Put A Spell on You". Let's call it psychobilly with a liberal dose of Ramone/Dead Boy punk. Over a wall of big and nasty guitars, vampires, brains, zombies, werewolves and even good ol' Godzilla are all regaled with heroic tales of their exploits by a voice that's one part Drano, one part broken glass.. it totally fuckin' rocks and it's all very scary. - Jeff Dahl
UROTSUKODOJI
This is one of those very rare Horror-Punk platters that actually does not sound like a Misfits clone, and yet still manages to kick large amounts of rotted, undead ass! These musically inclined horror movie junkies hail from Nashville Tennessee, and man do they rock.
We start things off with a spoken word intro by Nashville TV horror host "Dr. Gangrene". This is pretty amusing, and it reminds me a lot of the crazy rants Kurt Russell's character, "Jack Burton", would go off on in the movie "Big Trouble In Little China". This segues nicely into "All Hail The Horror Host", and things never let up from that point on. Their overall sound on this debut is very hard to pin down, as the vocal delivery changes from track to track, depending on what will work best, and the musical style seems to be pretty damn fluid as well. One song will seem like a straight-up Punk anthem, while the next will reek of Alice Cooper, and 70s Glam-Punk.
As you slice and dice your way through the disc, you can expect to encounter; Horror-Punk, Hardcore, Glam-Punk, and the occasional Heavy-Metal riff, not to mention a little bit o' understated western flavouring sprinkled here and there. As well, you can expect lots o' cool, albeit obligatory, horror movie samples. Rest assured however it's always heavy, and always frantic.
If I had to compare the Cruds to another band, I would say they fall somewhere in between the sounds of Ghoultown and Eerie Ln.. The songs are all well constructed, and have the wondrous, sought after ability to stick with you long after you've wandered away from the stereo.
Trust me, you'll be humming "I Eat The Living" for days afterwards. This thing is almost too much fun. But not everything can be fun and games. Among all the tongue in check songs about zombies and vampires is one about real horror, "The Ghosts of West Memphis", which is about the now infamous "West Memphis 3". This horrific case of small town justice gone wrong, has been brought to light in recent years by the likes of everyone from Henry Rollins, to the creators of South Park (Trey Parker and Matt Stone).
So, just like how the campiest of Hollywood's horror flicks always manages to have one little chilling moment, there is a little something here to take that smug smirk off your face, even if it's just for a moment. Horror-Punk disc of the year? We shall see, we shall see... For more info, be sure to drag your rotting, festering corpse over to creepingcruds.com
PUNKSITE.com
If Nashville, Tennessee became ground zero for a zombie apocalypse, the end of the world would be one big rock’n party. For proof, look no further than Nashville horror five piece the Creeping Cruds. One part southern rock, one part punkish drive, and all parts comedic gruesome horror, the Cruds know how to make one hell of a soundtrack to the end of the world. And it can all be found on The Creeping Cruds’ aptly named sophomore full length, Tennessee Bloodbath.
From start to finish Bloodbath is a constant reminder that horror without comedy could be so much more. Classic B movies are enjoyable not because of the gore, but because its hard not to laugh at their ridiculous premises. And that’s where Tennessee Bloodbath shines. The album celebrates horror through satire, smart lyrics, and a tastefully cheesy humour.
Inserting stock sound clips from classics into a track is nothing new in the horror community, and the Cruds know this. So instead they offer their own unique take on their source material. For a taste, look no further than album opener, “Blood At The Door.” The band precludes the track with a lengthy “word of friendly warning” disclaimer modeled from the 1931 Frankenstein classic starring Borris Karloff. Their take is ripe with not so subtle liberties, likening the content to taking admission at a live show. In any case, its funny, tongue-in-cheek delivery does a great job of honoring and poking fun at its source material. Similar examples can be found at various lengths throughout, with other notables occurring on “Hellhounds,” “I Killed Santa Clause,” and my personal favourite “I kicked Dracula’s Ass,” which serves as an ode to long lost, rediscovered, and oddly named horror flicks.
Part of what makes it all work so well rests in the Cruds’ over the top musical confidence. Lead vocalist “Wolfie” commits himself completely to the role, and the band’s tongue and cheek delivery on tracks like “Meat At Three” – a tale about a cannibalistic greasy spoon and a regular patron who learns its dirty little secret and eventually develops a taste the special once his girlfriend disappears… Is it morbid? Yep, but as with all of the Cruds’ tunes, they approach gruesome topics with a smile and a humour sure to earn a smirk from even the toughest critics.
Tennessee Bloodbath is one of those unsuspecting candidates for praise. It’s blood filled, ghoulish cover looks like every other horror release, but what follows boasts a winning combination of confidence and lyrical humour. So even if horror isn’t your usual thing, the Creeping Cruds offer a safe bet for southern punkers looking for a good laugh.
The Blob
The Creeping Cruds Lyrics
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Discovered in the middle of Arkansas
A big fat smiling pseudo-pod
When the daddy died in went berserk
It got no heart but it sure do work
Happy faced and hypnotized
Flow-ing in and out the doors
Little lemming zombies from shore to shore
It's floatin'in from the China sea
Got everything anyone could need
Moms and pops just can't be saved
From small town shop turned ghost town grave
Happy faced and hypnotized
Low, low, low shining in their eyes
Flow-ing in and out the doors
Blue light zombies from shore to shore
It's growin', growin', growin'
Piles of green keep the blood from showin'
Gotta' get me, another job
To stay a-head of the BLOB
The Creeping Cruds song "The Blob" describes the horrific discovery of a "big fat smiling pseudo-pod" in the middle of Arkansas. The creature in question is the titular Blob, which seems to have been unleashed after its supposed "daddy" died. Despite its lack of a heart, the Blob is a relentless killing machine that is more than capable of wiping out entire towns. As the song progresses, it becomes clear that the Blob is infecting innocent people, turning them into "little lemming zombies from shore to shore." These zombies are happy-faced and hypnotized, with shiny eyes that betray their lack of free will.
The second half of the song describes the growth of the Blob, as well as the devastating effect it has on small-town America. The Blob is said to have come from the China sea, and it has everything anyone could ever need. This implies that the Blob is both self-sufficient and capable of providing for its own needs, which only makes it more terrifying. The Blob's presence causes small towns to become ghost towns, as moms and pops are unable to save themselves from this unstoppable creature. The final line of the song suggests that the singer is desperate to escape the Blob's grasp, declaring that they need to "get me, another job / To stay a-head of the BLOB."
Line by Line Meaning
Discovered in the middle of Arkansas
The Blob was first discovered in the state of Arkansas, right in the center of it.
A big fat smiling pseudo-pod
This creature known as The Blob is a large, undefined, smiling pseudo-pod.
When the daddy died in went berserk
The Blob became very violent and uncontrollable when its creator died.
It got no heart but it sure do work
The Blob is driven by instinct and has no emotions, but it still manages to function.
Happy faced and hypnotized
People who are taken over by The Blob appear happy and hypnotized.
Low, low, low shining in their eyes
Their eyes shine very low, as if under some type of trance.
Flow-ing in and out the doors
They are in a constant flow in and out of buildings.
Little lemming zombies from shore to shore
The people taken over by The Blob are like lemmings, blindly following it and behaving like zombies.
It's floatin'in from the China sea
The Blob came into town from the China sea, floating toward its destination.
Got everything anyone could need
The Blob has everything it needs to survive and continue growing larger.
Moms and pops just can't be saved
The Blob claims everything in its path, including small town shops and all those who try to fight it - they just can't be saved.
From small town shop turned ghost town grave
The shops taken over by The Blob quickly become abandoned and turn into ghost towns.
Blue light zombies from shore to shore
The people under The Blob's control appear as 'blue light zombies' everywhere The Blob goes.
It's growin', growin', growin'
The Blob constantly grows and expands as it absorbs everything in its path.
Piles of green keep the blood from showin'
As The Blob consumes things, it leaves behind piles of green goo - covering up any blood or gore from its victims.
Gotta' get me, another job
The artist is now looking for a new job; he is struggling to keep up with The Blob's pace of destruction.
To stay a-head of the BLOB
The only way the artist can keep himself safe is by staying ahead of The Blob, which he fears may soon take him over.
Contributed by Abigail Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.