Biography
CHAPTER 1
Left to wander alone, abandoned by their intergalactic ratpacks and eating only the teeny amount of Planktoid droppings that they could scavenge, the first two "Pilots of Razzle" crossed paths in February of 2007 and knew that in order to survive and one day conquer the harsh conditions of these eye gouging L.A. catacombs and one day the entire universe, they would need to form an alliance and design a RAZZLE BLASTER powerful enough to rocket them through the hyper riff worm holes of space, time, and the bowels of all who challenged them in Mario Kart. Greg Atria (Fast Eddie, NY Frequencies, Head Trauma) and Tommy Meehan (The Brockly Tacos, Exposure, The Sloppy Retards) hatched 3 songs in just 3 months and fancied the idea of chonicling the whole mess into an EP of sorts. But not without a little help from their comrades. Assisting in some last minute larynx tearings, vocalist Jimmy Turner (Head of Destiny) and country-boy Cory Hebert sprinkled some pterodactyl grime onto an already very pterodactyl-ized pile of pterodactyl poo. And for thus, "Shopping… WITH LEECHES!".
CHAPTER 2
…And so it was, man and cephalopod had joined post-metamortomized alliances and RAZZLE BLASTER had grown two more heads. Not to mention a few thousand more tentacles, some lobster-pincers, and an insatiable hunger for raw cactus pods that would make "DANDRUFF DAD'S Whole Sale Gilla Monster Outlet" look like a local little league snack shack fiasco. Somewhere on the barren wasteland that is the dorsal side of the mighty RAZZLE BLASTER protrudes a hairy lump of gelatin that kind of tastes like hawaiian punch. Meet Bassist Drew Scott (Doc Holiday, Oneirion). The brain matter placement of this unique specimen seemed to have had a nail sticking right through it because it was, infact, hit right on the head. And boy could he operate a Bronchiosaur. Sticking out of the slimey underbelly of the RAZZLE BLASTER there had grown a ball of spikes that shrieked and sparked everytime they got too close to a passing planet. Meet vocalist Flanders Bayliss (The Mod Flanders Conspiracy). He may feel inclined to scarf on your insides or maybe even stroke his trunk at you. But he's okay. I also hear he gives a good "007 Golden Eye" 64 styley whoopin' to anybody who tries to touch his proton pack. And then they were 4…
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