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Our webpage designer is currently overbooked with other projects, so we're doing the homemade thing for now. Our flash-enabled site should debut on our album launch date, February 14th.

Our new album, our first as -the jenna bush-, is due to be released on Valentine's Day. Born out of the frustration over our former band's (The Turgid Nipples) inability to cut an album due to certain time-consuming side projects, we've laid down these previously- unreleased gems to satisfy (some might say extinguish) the Enriquesque pent-up demand for new material.
The debut EP Taste Our Sample represents a new way of approaching music. These are truly 6 songs to redo your life around, if your name is John Wayne Gacy.
Recorded over a 48-hour period in early 2003, these songs are as immediate and as relevant as any collection of songs can possibly be. From the full-out guitar assault of "life's a drag queen" to the pensive query of "l.a. woe, man" and the confrontational "hans blix and his WMD", this EP proves that most of the talent of the Turgid Nipples probably stayed out West.

We're a supergroup, we're just not widely known.
When Crotchpot croons "she looked so forlorn" in "l.a. woe, man", you can feel the pain inherent in his voice. In fact, you can feel pain in everything he utters. Pain is suffering. Suffering is life. Life is Pain. (or is that the other way around?). Pain is also the French word for bread, I am told.
In any event, we want you to feel our pain and taste our sample. Live it. Love it. Then live it again. And love that you lived it twice, if not more.

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The lyrics to the new E.P. seem to suggest a change in the maturity level of the band members. Perhaps the loss of what little youth they had left between them has forced them to try and be even more immature. In response, Jerry Hattrick could only reply, "I know you are, but what am I?" Our answer of , "A senile old coot" did not seem to go over so well, as Hattrick broke down into a puddle of tears and what seemed to be urine.
Crotchpot came in to defend him, however, stating, "Come on! He's 110 years old! Give the guy a break!"

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