From the promoter: Mr. Quintron (real name Robert Rolston; born circa 1972, Germany) is an American musician and leader of the eponymous one-man-band, "Quintron". He is a celebrated nightclub organist and inventor, who has patented a number of his own inventions and often performs at his own private club, the Spellcaster Lodge, located on St. Claude Avenue in New Orleans’ 9th Ward. He frequently performs with his wife, fellow musician and puppeteer, Panacea Pussycat (also known as Miss Pussycat), co-founder of the 9th Ward's now defunct Pussycat Caverns. Quintron's most notable invention to date is the Drum Buddy, a mechanically-rotating, five-oscillator, light-activated drum machine.
If you were to judge Psychedelic Horseshit on name alone, the response would be equally obnoxious and endearing, repulsive and magnetic. But the moniker, created in a last-minute attempt to place guitarist Matt Whitehurst’s then-fictional band into the line-up of a Delaware County hippie fest in September 2005, is a more than apt descriptor for what they do.
The trio, rounded out by bassist Jason Roxas and drummer Rich Johnston, satisfy themselves with a brand of “practice rock” that can’t be duplicated with multiple takes or fine-tuning. It’s an in-the-moment dynamic that can be mistaken for simply messing about, but it reveals a host of hidden intricacies and an even sharper wit with repeated listens.
Don’t think the songs are off-the-cuff improvisations, either. There’s a definite force at work, and as the band’s catalog of crunchy pop grows, their older material drifts into a permanent past tense.
“It’s easy for us to get bored with things,” says Whitehurst. “We come from the ADD generation and things get old quick. If a song is over three minutes long, it better be fucking amazing.”
As a result, their modest, homemade CD-R releases, King Tubby’s Baddness Dub, Sings the Anti-Concept and Blown Speaker Standards, come cased in stapled paper, are emblazoned with rough collages and last about as long as it takes to smoke a cigarette—disposable yet undeniably essential.
The Spook Lights emerged simultaneously from the depths of outer space and the primordial ooze of prehistory. This gang of brilliant (and sexually talented) delinquents arrived on Earth with a switchblade-sharp sense of style. Having gleaned their entire knowledge of human culture from thrift store record bins and 1960’s classroom education films, they have decided to bring their message to the world the only way they know how… through the majesty and splendor that is ROCK-N-ROLL MUSIC.
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