Bad Creeps, a band only known by...they aren't known. This allusive three piece (vocals, bass, and drum) have one release, Scumbag / EP, in which they destroy all 'sensible' taste any listener may have. In a horribly lo-fi style; Gerran Thurr, Joe Dobyns, and Drew Uebel, recorded three songs for this lovely EP. It'd be real cute to think that each band member wrote one song each - TEAMWORK!
These three hardcore/punk songs that Bad Creeps put together are chunky, loose, minimal, dramatic, and charged. Though the recording quality is dirty and inaccessible, it is consistent; remember, musicians are well aware of how their music sounds. These screaming tracks tell tales of stolen beer(really, how could you?), some real bad creeps, and of fucking this planet - metaphorically? literally? In their anguished yells and shouts, it is easy to see how a couple bad break-ups, some shitty friends, and odd school daze can transform one into an angry argyle wearing, PBR drinking, ink stained youth. Or, how pissed a guy will get if you steal his beer; he may not beat you up, but he will yell and scream about it. No MySpace, no Facebook, just three songs - three FREE songs.