| Butchwax® |
| Dangerous Rock'n'Roll! |
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| photo by Shelby Dupree |
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| Download Butchwax MP3s, Bad in Bed , She'll Never Go and Rockabilly Motion |
| Duck On Bike | IUMA | People Sound | Emp Hypo |
| links to other Butchwax stuff: |
| Emo Hypo | Homebrew | Anarchy in the Piedmont | NC Punk | Butchwax | Jenn's Pix | Vinyl | |
| | Review | Butchwax by Arcade | |
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| Butchwax on Demonbeach Records |
| the history and practice of Butchwax |
| Mike Bo Evercool Burnette; drums extraordinaire | Richard Ritchie Clerk Martin; bass and snide comments | Michael Dupree; guitar, vocals and grins | Ron Butch Modern Taylor; vocals, lyrics and attitude | Molly Polly Sexual Winner; vocals, lyrics and heat |
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| photo by Shelby Dupree |
| Butchwax grew from an experimental seed that germinated in the dusty dank corners of a huge cardboard box in south Raleigh. From this petrie dish sprang the germ of the Short Wave Band , which was, in essence, just that; a short wave radio from which other worldly sounds were coaxed, strangled and forced. The synthesizer/theremin like noise this poor radio emitted was a desperate geek wail in the face of disco. The year was 1975-76 as best anyone can remember. |
| Notable from this period are Playing the Wrong Notes, Seriously The early tapes are primitive and badly recorded but do provide some insight into the spontaneous insanity that went t'ward the formation of the cosmos um I mean the evolution of the band. For some reason about this time a vintage Fender Tremolux amp was liberated from its pawn shop home and a '68 Gibson Les Paul Gold Top '56 reissue was plugged in. |
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| Michael Polly Richard |
| The Short Wave Band was suddenly warm and fuzzy. By this time the Ramones had released their first album. Nick Nasty was invited to join in the carnage on cigar box drums and vocals. Nick had never played drums. A scandalous little ditty called Jailbait survives. Pretty soon Michael Dupree added his Keef Richard guitar and pugnacious Pignose to the mix (February 1977). The noise had become quite god-awful. A skinny tie architect named Hank Numb became the bass player but, of course, did not have a bass nor could he play one. Hank did, however, leave his indelible mark on the group by penning the instant classics Elvis Presley Died on My Birthday and Like it or Not. Butchwax, phase one, was now complete. |
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| Nick, Hank, Butch & Mike |
| Hours and hours of chaos and cacophonous caterwauling followed under the tenuous guise of practicing. These sessions were largely cathartic, black magic baptisms of white noise fueled by copious amounts of caffejuanahol. Nasty leaves. Enter Billy the Brat. Billy leaves. Enter Johnny Death Ross. Hank leaves for California where they say he discovered his true self, I don't know. Butch, to no avail, takes up bass. A couple more bass players and drummers come and go (they thought we were crazy they could've been right). At some point Butch meets Richard Martin at the Cafe Deja Vu and Ritchie Clerk is soon added on bass and in May of 1979 the phase two line-up was completed when Mike Bo Evercool Burnette, a true rock action drummer, joined on percussion. |
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| Bo is and will always be; the beat the beat the beat |
| The final piece of the evolving Butchwax puzzle was cemented in place by the first public appearance of abstract poetess and all around rocK & roll hot chick Molly Polly Sexual Winner at the Cat's Cradle in April of 1980. Maureen Elisabeth to her parents, Molly added several great songs to the Butchwax set list and drove the coolest push-button Dodge. Butchwax maintained this lineup until early 1983 when an unannounced dissolution took place. Nothing more was heard from Butchwax for 18 years. This Rip Van Winkle like slumber was awakened on January 21st Y2K. Butchwax is back only to disolve again after three practices, four shows and two recording sessions at Duck-Key Studios! The result of this reunion can be heard on the .mp3's above. |
| Butchwax was unique. What they had together can never be replaced. There is a chemistry that exists between each component that cannot be explained or even understood. It has a life of it's own. Long may the memories live. Butchwax R.I.P. |
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| Michael Dupree: a portrait of the artist as a young man |
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| Doctor Indiana takes a chance on Butchwax |
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| Malcolm Riviera and the bad ass GTO |
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| apologies to Gary Panter for the theft of Jimbo |
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| photo by Jennifer Love |
| Somewhere along the line - the details are blurred by far too many Pabst Blue Ribbons - punk scientist Doctor Gary Indiana climbed on board as our manager. That was a very fortunate event because we would've probably never gotten out of the backroom otherwise. Well, Doctor Indiana was then dubbed Malcolm Riviera (later to become a Junkie Slut, a Velvet Monkey and a Gunball-er) and the rest is, um, vicious but unconfirmed rumor. Thanks Malcolm. |
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| photo by Shelby Dupree |