Studly Husband Rubbings
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Studly Husband Rubbings


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The best kept secret in music


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* Assassins Do It From Behind
(1997, ltd ed, cass only, out of print)

* Uni-Sex Appeal
(1998, ltd ed, cass only, out of print)

* "Sweet N' Sour Jesus"
(2000, a Supersuckers cover song included on their tribute - proceeds went to free the West Memphis Three - this song plus one later released as the band's first CD single, still available for purchase)

* How Do Birds Do It?/F.U.B.U
(2000, ltd ed, cass only, out of print)

* "You Know...?"
(2001, mp3 single, online only, but this release was the early lo-fi techno version and a bluesy rock version will surface soon)

* Making Things
(2002, cass only but still available for purchase - this compilation has selections from the now-unavailable first two SHR releases)



Unique, perverse, irreverent - SHR has been called all of these. But there is no doubt this indie/power pop/punk/blues/jazz hybrid is diverse, powerful and catchy.

SHR was born in the back of a barn in Maryland in 1996 and was carted back and forth like the red-headed stepchild of two divorced, irresponsible parents between Maryland and Florida for several awful years.

The band finally decided to make the move to Florida in 2000.

However, after a year or two of creative bliss, the young SHR returned to a life of constant, hellish to-and-fro in 2003.

For absolutely no reason other than ignorance.

Now in 2004, the band is split between Maryland and Massachusetts/New Hampshire area. Which is much closer, nicer, and meaningful since all music areas the band has inhabited before has blown gigantic wads of meat.

Huge wads.

In a nutsack, that is the slightly true and only slightly informational history of the Studly Husband Rubbings.

They've put out some wholly wrong, but hooky albums and singles, with more to come. Soon.

So, in the dying breath of this half-assed biography - the world will know, be offended by, and then inevitably, finally laugh at these two mischevious honkies.

Ta-tas for now.