We actually believed that we were on to something. I think everyone believes that when they're young and stupid, but we thought "hey, this is Texas, who doesn't like rockabilly?" And combine that with what was at the time Houston's pretty okay punk rock scene, we thought we'd make some noise. And we did. The punks liked us, but that's a small niche fanbase. We were way too out there to play more mainstream type places. We had songs about trannies, and psycotic fetuses, and fecal sex play, drugs, rape, jewel heists, all sorts of stupid shit. And we were at constant war with skinheads. It was so stupid. It was like some west side story shit. Skins would wait for us behind clubs to fight while we'd load out. A floor tom leg is a damn good weapon. Not neo-nazi skins, I'm talking dumbassed "SHARP" skins. Fucking morons. To this day I hate those fuckers to death. We became known as a troublesome band and we started getting banned from places. I tell these stories to youngsters in the scene now and it blows their minds. They don't understand that rock and roll used to be a man's game. There's no danger or violence anymore. Anyway, we fizzled out from frustration and just generally starting to dislike each other, so that was that.
