Black Powder Poetry & the Lemon Drop Bomb
We used to have bunch of stuff printed here to reveal the history and background of the band - as if anyone cared. If you hadn't read it before it's demise, you missed nothing but some convoluted babble that seemed just right a long time ago when I wrote it. Now, it seems as ignorant as we were way back when. In lieu of that drivel, here's the nits n' grits, nuts n' bolts, bacon n' eggs of Johnny Mundane & The Sweetspots: We are a damn good rock band that's kinda bluesy, kinda punky, kinda just-the-way-we-want-it. We are loud. We wear suits, vests, ties, and I always don a pork pie or bowler hat. For our attire, we sometimes get some shit, conveyed via awkward stares and buttery whispers behind our backs. We like that - it's good to have enemies. For our music, we get yells and screams so loud the whisperers have to pause and pretend they're thinking of something really important. I'm Chris - the big guy who plays guitar and who looks like the littler guy who plays bass. That's my brother, Nathan. We're six years apart and trade off on vocals. He sings better than I do, but I can yell louder. The mohawk is gone, so behind us is Andrew at the drums. He's been friends with the band for a while. He knows the songs, he rocks, he is loud and has no aversions to wearing some suit-like clothing. Things are about to change around here. There's going to be a lot of yellow and black.