Press Kit & Admat
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Streaming interview – Nardwuar vs. Bobby Joe Ebola (April 7th, 2012): http://nardwuar.com/rad/2012/04/nardwuar-vs-bobby-joe-the-children-macnuggits-budokan/
ASSORTED PRESS LINKS AND REVIEWS
“… combining punk rock with raunchy and sometimes political satire, Bobby Joe Ebola & The Children MacNuggits left me wondering if I wanted to laugh, think or dance. I chose to dance, laughing in the process, and decided to think about the lyrics later. They were just that good.”
LINK TO A RECENT HUFFINGTON POST FEATURE ON BOBBY JOE EBOLA: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/melissa-webster/exclusive-video-premiere-satire_b_1743747.html
“… they’re like the opposite of Prozac with the same effect. We’re all going to die, bad things happen, so let’s make fun of our silly multiple rides around the sun and not let pesky things like disease or death get in our way. And any band who lists Lenny Bruce and George Carlin as influences is groovy in my book.”
“… Everything about Bobby Joe Ebola and “Carmelita Sings” is odd and weird and different…and I think I like it. They’re a band that manages to sound like everyone and no one at the same time… when all things are said and done, and the nuclear winter has cleared away, one could only hope that the apocalypse (of rock) is quite as much fun as “Carmelita Sings: Visions of a Rock Apocalypse” is. It would definitely be the kind of music to jumpstart mankind once again.”
“… upon first hearing of a band that calls themselves Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, one might find it somewhat difficult to discern just what the hell type of music these weirdos actually play… the music these two mad scientists create is folky, catchy, sing-along punk of the finest caliber.”
Another more recent review from Gavin Hoffman at SLUG Magazine (November 2012):
“Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits = Arlo Guthrie + Steve Martin + Ronnie James Dio… the Children MacNuggits write some of the most catchy, fun and rockin’ music that I’ve heard in almost two decades, and they do so strictly in the name of fun.”
MaximumRockNRoll #331 (11/2012):
“…a rollercoaster of an album, sampling numerous styles, genres and moods. These guys are so incredibly talented, they can play anything. To anyone who hasn’t experienced this band yet, the closest comparison I can make is to WEEN. These guys were/are the WEEN that floundered in obscurity because they a little too ugly, a little too crazy and a little too out of touch with pop culture. Like FRANK ZAPPA combined with post-breakdown BRIAN WILSON, but performed by those weirdo shut-ins you see at the local comic book shop from time to time.”
On their first studio album in over 10 years, Bobby Joe Ebola and The Children MacNuggits have really grown. Sort of. Yes, they are still singing about zombies, mental illness, pop culture, mental retardation, and killing you. But F brings a (slightly) brighter light to this Oakland-based duo’s dueling personas as underground comedic and folk/punk legacy. It’s been over 15 years since these two eccentric beings released the now cult classic At One With The Dumb, so to put it nicely, the guys are “seasoned veterans.” Or as they might call themselves, “old as fuck.”
Death, as funny as it can be, has always had a subtle nuance in the MacNuggits songs. But, as the 90’s slide further away into the dark void of time, it seems to become a central theme for the guys. It is bloody obvious throughout the entire playlist of F. Tracks like “The Crazy”, “The Only Difference”, and “Postcards From Inferno (See You In Hell)” boast this theme with incredible precision. Even the juxtaposition title of the album’s final cut “Life Is Excellence”, a chorus-line worthy ode to how we are destroying our environment and drinking our own shit, is a bit pessimistic through its joyous feel. But, instead of crying like deranged Coldplay or U2 type storytellers, these guys never lose their sense of humor and humility when it comes to writing songs that expose all the horrible truths most of us try our damndest to avoid. The guys continue to laugh their way through this world with their signature “in your face” brand of anti-chaos oriented nonconformity.
The most notable difference in the new and (pretty much) improved Bobby Joe Ebola and The Children MacNuggits, is the obvious attention to detail in the production. It’s as if they give a shit! This is not to say their heads were never pointed in a professional direction in the past. But, it seems like F shows the group growing (old as fuck, remember) into a fully fledged band that is not solely hell bent on creating a fresh form of shock value. They now seem to what to have their proverbial cake and eat it too. But, they’re still not afraid to fart at the dinner table of success, thus making them one of the finest duos in underground history.
To paraphrase Heath Ledger’s impression of a much-beloved sociopath, when and why did rock n’ roll get so serious? There once was a time when rock was THE great refuge of brilliant misanthropes who had to laugh at the dismal state of the world to keep themselves from either crying or scaling a bell tower with a high-powered rifle. There was a time when wits were honed to razor-keen edges and used to cut holes into listeners before wisdom was poured like salt into the wounds in hopes that the sudden shock would snap the public at large out of its’ self-imposed stupor – or at least piss them off enough that they’d pay attention. Satire was the currency that musicians like Frank Zappa, Jello Biafra, Mojo Nixon, Tesco Vee and Rodney Linderman had to impart upon listeners and, unlike so many other members of the pop spectrum, they required a modicum of intelligence of their listeners; many of them were making music that was characterized as “high stupid,” but they never catered to the lowest common intellectual denominator. When did that change? When was the intelligent music community beaten into submission by a faceless horde of songwriters more concerned with what brand of pants they’re wearing than they are about at least documenting the unmitigated mess that the world has become, if not shaking it up a little?
Judging by the band’s new album, Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits were asking themselves the same question when they began writing their new album. The band remained silent for ten years after first beginning to rock the pop culture boat between 1995 and 2000; they watched the movements of the music business and took notes. Now, in their final analysis, the band obviously found the sound being crammed down the public’s throat lacking; hence why this album is named after the notorious failing grade, F. This time the band’s satire is so sharp, it’ll cut your mouth if you’re not already cutting a broad enough grin as you listen. Here, the band is determined to undermine every convention within its’ reach and it takes no prisoners.
The band’s defiance of every established norm begins right away in the opening blitz of “The Crazy.” With acoustic guitars played so hard that they’re percussive instruments as much as the are melodic ones and unfaltering gang vocals for solidarity, Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits trample the meek (check out the promise to “shoot you at the first sign of infection” and the fear of mutation or disease at the hands of radiation) and damn the torpedoes without hesitation or remorse.
Of course, saying that is one thing, but actually pulling it off in a believable way is quite another. Happily, the decade-long sojourn has only concentrated Bobby Joe Ebola’s attack as illustrated by the fact that neither singer nor band ever really lets up through this thirteen-track run-time; like the unholy result of a drunken indiscretion that between Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon, the band barks and spits a series of off-color indictments that take everything from Pop Tarts to Pac-Man to American politics to domestic terrorism into account as proof against the pitiful species that spawned it all. While no album is without its’ flaws and F is no exception, Bobby Joe and his Children MacNuggits manage to keep a consistently high standard of quality in kiss-offs like “Waking Up Is Hard To Do,” “Sandwiches & Ammunition,” “Sweet Shit Of Christ,” “Postcards From Inferno” and “The Only Difference” which are all staggeringly intelligent, yes, but also smart enough to not get bookish or overly academic; choosing instead to rely on one-liners and plays on words and phrases.
Taking all of what the band is working with into consideration, there’s no doubting that 2010 is the perfect time for Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits to release F. Had the record been released twenty-five years ago (suspend disbelief for a minute), there’s no arguing that the band would have been in fine company, but they would have had company – which would have meant they’d have had to share the spotlight with heavyweights like Mojo Nixon and The Dead Kennedys. This would have also been true had F been the last thing to come from the band before its’ hiatus ten years ago but now – at a time when some of the smartest commentary and criticism is being put forward by the craven likes of Weezer and Fucked Up (and Ed Hamell has basically taken himself out of the game) – Bobby Joe Ebola and the Chicken MacNuggits find themselves basically peerless which means they have all of the spotlight in which to shine.
Razorcake #16 (April 2011):
A new release here from one of the Bay Area’s more notorious groups active during the ‘90s. What you get for your green are smart, topical tunes that fall well within the confines of “alternative rock”, but touch upon a number of stylistic genres – a little country here, a dash ‘o punk, a dabble of ‘50s rock – outside that pigeonhole and aren’t afraid to punctuate their points with some humor, resulting in a more colorful and creative palette than one usually runs into. -Jimmy Alvarado (silversprocket.net)
“Upbeat folk-pop music, interesting and often demented lyrics, and pure punk sensibilities are what defines the newest LP F by Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits. A concept album focusing on the (self-inflicted) declining world we live in, F includes songs about modern conveniences and the disastrous effects of such “advances” as well as many scathing words for everyone from hipsters to Christians. Entertaining through and through, this album is not just fun, but thought provoking.”
“… [they] bring to the world the first new album in 10 years from Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children Macnuggits. The album is simply called F. Weird, strange, fun folk punk rock songs is what you’ll get out of this, thirteen of em to be exact. I’d never heard the band before this and was very pleasantly surprised when I popped this album in, right from the start you can tell this is some damn good stuff here. And the best part? It stays that way, there’s no down point where the album kind of sucks, start to finish this is a fun listen. If you like fun, sometimes bordering on offence, folk music, this is right up your alley.”
“Children MacNuggits? Are you six years old?”
I’m utterly flabbergasted and have no idea what to say about Bobby Joe Ebola And The Children MacNuggits’s new album (and first in a decade), F. For you see, I like this record. It’s fun, it’s catchy, it’s funny and it’s sarcastic but man, is it weird. Like, really, really weird.