Making Face are obviously not interested in saving face, since every live performance is an exercise in constant humiliation for everyone involved.
If you like your steak with pepper sauce you'll like this band, mushroom sauce – not so much, if you don't like steak then stay home cheese-eater.
As we say at Topp Katz Rekorddz, "Try Hard or Die Trying".
This is what MC Big Red Werewolf had to say about the release of Topp Katz Rap Attak, "Yeah chicken dog an I an me mate beef doggus be eatin wif flava yo! Gritz n yo! Werd!"
You can't argue with that. Well, can you? You can't.
Ish Nish Nary is the pseudonym for Spanish avant-garde performer Elizabethez Smithez.
Elizabethez is an intriguing and captivating performer – physically deformed by a childhood bout of spinal meningitis and standing at a height of 214cm, she cultivated her severe stuttering into a vocal trademark that coupled with severe asthma and chronic bronchitis became a most unique style, described by NME as "having the mental age of an 8 year old".
Elizabethez spent the first 38 years of her life shunned by fellow villagers, who referred to her as el loco ojo mendiga bestia reina todo los sucio tonto (literally, The crazy eyed beast queen of all the filthy idiots). But in 1998, she escaped from her pit and hit the road, "performing" for food along the way.
Many have remarked on "its amazing courage", though it's not so amazing when you discover she can barely see beyond the end of the stage as a result of severe myopia. What is amazing, is that she manages to play the banjo despite missing both thumbs, and can smell any food in a 6 metre radius – despite having a wooden prosthesis where her nose used to be.
Ish Nish Nary has been a minor success in English speaking countries that can't understand her puerile lyrics. In 2004 her live act made headlines for the wrong reasons when she had an "episode", described by her agent as "an unfortunate lesson in the dangers of mixing demazin with alcohol".
Elizabethez returns to the stage this year after overcoming pneumonia, that she caught during a bout of chemotherapy. Elizabethez says the key to success, is "good health, good friends, and whole lot of luck", none of which she has had any of. She also picks her scabs.
Ish Nish Nary is touring in May, supported by Kookie Konstruktor.
The Musical. Based on a true story.
Jack, a 15 year old boy is traumatised when his mother walks in on him at moment of ejaculation. Disgusted and ashamed, he runs away from home, embarking on an insalubrious journey of self-discovery. Jack soon finds himself, working as a Jizzmopper in a seedy porn theater, and unable to achieve orgasm without recreating his scarring experience.
If there's one thing to learn from Jizz, it's that there's no place like home,
even if your home is crap.
Jizz was the last musical written and composed by Jacob Frost before his tragic 1994 suicide. His mother Wendy had this to say about it's release,
"I don't minded that Jacob popped his lid, his father did too, but I wish he ain't not done it in the car!"
Topp Katz is proud to release Jizz for the first time, in a double LP set, with a storyboard centrefold.
The Thin White Lions are, cutting up your shit, tagging your bathroom, and carrying around your best bottle opener in their pocket. When they walk out the door you're never going to see them again, but don't make a big deal of it, because they're the life of your party – Ride it while it's Shit-Hot.
Random tech cut ups, and pride driven beats, much roaring, zebra carcass, no hyenas.
So. I've been told, that the rationale for this album is not "Fun" enough, apparently, "depression doesn't sell rekorddz". So. I'm writing another, and you can choose which you like.
The Hollywood version.
Yay. Yay. Yay. Christmas is here. What would make you physically smile more, than the look of joy on the face of a loved one when they open their present and see the latest
Topp Katz Rekorddz release? Probably nothing. And then, afterwards, surrounded by piles of unneccessary consumables, you can eat and drink and eat and drink and eat until you throw up. Then go to sleep, and know, This is happiness.
For the Realists.
Apparently, Christmas is not about getting drunk at dinner and fighting with your arsehole Dad who keeps calling you a failure, even though his and your ideas of success are at opposite ends of the spectrum, what would he know about your success, or whether your date did or didn't just (allegedly) smoke heroin in the good bathroom.
The point is, in the spirit of the season, Topp Katz has got clean, three weeks and counting, and we're releasing music again. And, in the spirit of my continuing therapy, this Very Topp Katz Christmas contains a collection of the songs that punctuated my downward spiral in the 16 days after last Christmas.
Merry Christmas Dad, this one's for you.
Roadie, Cyclone Larry was catapulted into the underground when performing a
soundcheck at a recent World Hunger Protest. Primarily, but not exclusively,
acknowledged for his howling blues, Larry torments his audiences leaving them both, hungry and hungry for more.
Larry only scratched the surface of his possible mainstream audience when he got into a backstage fight with several audience members.
"They kept coming at me, but I did not want to hurt them, so I just tried to poke their eyes out. Unfortunately I missed and only scratched their face. They scared me and I scarred them." Larry told NME in a recent interview recounting the event.
Larry enjoys relaxing after his shocking performances with a Banana Split Sundae.
To all you Krazy Katz been scratching at our door:
Topp Katz Rekorddz is proud to announce the re-issue of our 1998 compilation Hott Dogz. It's a limited edition of just 30,000 pressings, brought to you as the bigg kat in the sky intended, orange vinyl, 78rpm.
Containing some gems from the past, some you'll remember, some we forgot, you'll be glued next to the gramophone for hours. You'll pretty much wee yourself with excitement - just like I did, not fully, but a bit came out.
