Give Up & Quit

the SHIT was here and want you to know that this time around the Rally = Death Race 2000! At the end of the last chapter we left them scattered all over the fruitless plain… in the meantime Psycho Mike and the SHIT have regrouped and re-invented themselves as DER SHEIST! this translates as the SHIT ARMY, folks: a music machine – built for speed, a flaming skull painted on the hood and a big ol’ ugly tag on the side: Thanx! P. Mike at the controls with Mike Littleton + Alvin Tucker + Chris Rolling = armor plating/jet propulsion. Cruising down the blah blah blah highway to Baltimore Rock City, to put on a SHOW! “sweet jesus gimme more o’ dat SHIT!” Playing non-stop until they GIVE UP AND QUIT.

DER SHEIST roll into your town with one big guitar and a gatling gun mounted on the roof. Each song is hot on the heels of the last (practically climbing up it’s back) leaving barely enough time to draw a breath. the effect is sonic overexposure:relentless arcade-like hyper-consciousness; frenzy. P. Mike’s cracked vocals and guitar leads circa 1965, vocals double/triple reinforced – to protect naked thought? a few lucky Dogs (2000) got to hear P. Mike play these songs on acoustic guitar alone or with the FOLK BASTARDS. in a parallel universe the SHIT are a folk phenomenon and SHITheads lead parades up and down main street, peacefully pissing in fountains and working for beer in every town. in our sorry dimensional coordinates (Death Race 2000) it became necessary to strenghten fortifications, soup up the engines, stock up on ammunition… Well, communication is a dying art, my friends! these days only a few short burst survive the static storm… luckly you have here a tape and a lyric sheet – because the SHIT is scattered again. For what it means to be burned pure, visit Mike in Phoenix, America. In the meantime, put your ears on + LISTEN!