the numbered head
Gig Seeker Pro

the numbered head

Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Band Rock Alternative

Calendar

This band has not uploaded any videos
This band has not uploaded any videos

Music

Press


"The Coast New Music 2010"

A four-piece patchwork of musicians from all over the Maritimes.
by Shannon Webb-Campbell

“The salt of Halifax has kept the band tough and robust,” says bassist Mark Gale. “The water of Halifax keeps us wet.”
After laying the foundation for the band in 2007, it wasn’t until last winter the four-piece project came into its own. As a patchwork of Maritimers who gather from all over the region---The Numbered Head consists of Jamie Bowlin on drums, Eamon Clancy on guitar and Michelle Skelding on vocals---the band is a force of musical nature.

“Lyrics are influenced by Eamon’s alien abduction, Jamie’s drinking too much and Mark’s love of shooting people in the head with his Wii,” says Gale. “Michelle also firmly believes that the TAARP project in Alaska run by the military has been focussing their radar waves specifically at her house with unknown consequence similar to the neurological effects of toxoplasmosis brain worms sitting in half the population’s grey matter.”
- The Coast


"The Numbered Head Have Fun"

The Coast reviews the Numbered Head's new DIY video - Scene and Heard


"The Numbered Head Interview"

Live Video Interview with Michelle and Jamie with Haligonia.ca - Haligonia.ca


Discography

Still working on that hot first release.

Photos

Bio

...Eamon ran out of the burning building, guitar in one hand and the weasel in the other, and looked up to the skies as the attack ships neared. It was go time. Jamie walked up, nodding to his fellow band mate and with a swift skillful stabbing movement, thrust both drum sticks into the palms of his hands, creating his world renowned signature "jesus sticks" stigmata pose. the bass amp was already being pushed to 11 as Mark yanked all the knobs over to where one should never put them, allowing ear crushing feedback to fly across the field, inducing seizures and visions of otherworld lovecraftian half gods to melt the brains of those that had the misfortune to be in it's path. Michelle, spawn of an unholy messy threesome of two Hell Demons and Ernest Borgnine, Scourge of the Asian continent, master of the blaster, turned to her band and smiled. She would feast tonight after the battle, and use their heads as cups for her salty drink. The aliens didn't have a prayer. Their heads, their lives, were numbered.