White Knuckle Sobriety

White Knuckle Sobriety

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White Knuckle Sobriety compiles everything dirty and seedy about American life and converts into something that makes you feel outstanding about yourself and the world you live in. We are not the band to show you the future. Our goal is to drudge up your ugly past and make you proud of it.

Biography

This article bests sums up the band. Enjoy!

Fat boys
White lines, white trash, and White Knuckle Sobriety
by John O'Neill
It was the best of punk, it was the worst of funk; it was everything an album should be: sonic bluster meets brains, stoner goof-off meets smart-ass tongue-in-cheek. There were big hooks, harmonies,
dumb-dumb lyrics, power-pop sweetness, indie-rock sweatiness, grade-school rhymes, high-school pranks, old radio ads, chanting, ranting, celebration, and decerebration. A rocket ride into the heart of rock and roll that took a sharp turn and ricocheted around the brain pan of dementia before finally exiting (and the disc does have a preoccupation with bum-function so we'll pass on the easy orifice reference) to crash land as a heaping testament to fun. It's a Good, God Damn Time, which is just what White Knuckle Sobriety promise on their opening track disclaimer/modus operandi "In the Beginning" from their debut, Fat End First (ECAE). And don't be confused, the title means exactly what you think it does.

"Those three words together are really hilarious. You know, `Shut-up,' `No you shut-up, or I'll take this bottle and stick it up your ass fat end first.' And it was our first album, so it kinda made sense," says Doug Wedge between sips of his drink before finally coming clean. "Okay, it definitely has to do with shoving things up your ass."

Wedge, guitarist Rich Maliska, and bassist Mick Lawless may be best remembered as three-fourths of the Missionaries, the early '90s alt-phenom known for their willingness to play anywhere, as well as for a hot-looking singer who would come unglued at a moment's notice. After the band spun completely out of control -- in direct correlation to their growing popularity -- the trio joined Black Rose Garden castoff Terri O'Toole and her sister Traci in the short-lived Tripstick. Then, in rehearsal, the seeds of foolishness that would bloom into the genius of WKS were sown.

"Yeah, we came out of the whole Tripstick thing, we would jam together while waiting for Terri and Traci," says Wedge (who, by day, is a Worcester Phoenix designer). "We started having separate practice for ourselves and decided to only do one [band]. We were happy doing White Knuckle Sobriety so we went right off into the studio."

But it took a bit longer than expected. Wedge split for more than a year to attend college, while Lawless and Maliska went into post-production armed with raw tracks culled from sessions in December 1996 and March of 1997 at the not-so-famed Toad Hall Studios in East Douglas (also responsible for recording the should-have-been-legendary Roy Hinkley Trio's Jesus Ray). With a little help from producer John D'Orto's home computer, the band began throwing everything they could find into the kettle and sorted it out from there. Disco whistles, backwards loops, groupies talking, mix tapes, friends pretending to be pirates, distortion, haunted keyboard embellishments, Big '80s Jan Hammer-style synth, and celestial backing vocals are added to basic pop and punk tracks creating the total Knuckle sandwich. Owing as much to the Monkees as it does Zappa, Fat End First is one of those rare repeat-listening projects that takes a half-dozen spins through to get to the bottom of it. The plus is, unlike most complicated albums, this one doesn't have that nasty side-effect of wanting to pitch yourself out of the second-floor window. And that's because their "deepness" is actually simple: Fat End doesn't labor to be either different or cool. Smart enough to realize that music has all been done before, the Knuckleheads are fine spray painting their own twisted vision across everything the Pixies, Big Black, Cheap Trick, Pavement, Neil Young, and Sonic Youth have done.

"We all have wide influences, and we've all played different styles. We're open minded to listening, and we'll try anything once," explains Wedge. "I really didn't think it would come together at all, we kept adding and adding. But once we took segments, and faded songs into one another, it became a whole alcohol concept album."

Which explains "Schaefer" (currently on the WAAF Sunday-night charts), a loving rehash of the old "when you're having more than one" campaign. It's also a natural fit alongside "Big Brown Cow," the old school-yard rhyme. (Think back -- "milk, milk, lemonade, turn the corner fudge is made . . .") Not to be outdone, there's a slew of brilliant, though screwy, original thought: "Chick Singers (The Lilith Syndrome)," a less-than-PC take on the state of commercial music; "Hammer Head," which is an accurate picture of Friday nights along small-town Main Street filled with booze, burning rubber, cop ditching, and dope smoking; and there's "Special Chair," which is about a, uh, chair that's special. ("This guy really into porno showed us this movie. He said it would change our lives. It was disgusting and we were laughing at the same time. It was about unloading in [someone's]

Lyrics

Dick LeBone: Private Eye

Written By: Mick Lawless/WKS

Tune in for the main attraction
One full hour of action
He's a do-or-die kind of guy
He's Dick LeBone: Private Eye

Dick LeBone is gonna crack the case
Smack the bad guys right in the face
He's a real modern day Lone Ranger
Got a six-figured salary
A man of danger

Dick LeBone's really cool
He's the golden rule
So damn cool
He's so damn cool

Dick LeBone (Private Dick For Hire)

Dick LeBone's gonna make the scene
He's along cool daddy in his love machine
The world's greatest investigator
A real private dick
Not an imitator

Dick LeBone's really keen
He's a chick machine
He's a chick machine
He's a chick machine

Dick LeBone (Private Dick For Hire)

So there I was
Comin' home
A day just like every other day
But I needed some quality TV tonight baby
So I turned it on
Glorious
360 degree Surround Sound
There it was
HELP ME!!!!

He's so dangerous

We're all tuned in for the main attraction
One full hour of action
He's a do-or-die kind of guy
He's Dick LeBone: Private Eye

Dick LeBone (Private Dick For Hire)

King Of The Valley

Written By: Doug Wedge/WKS

Can’t keep a good man down
Looks like he’s back up again
Progressing by leaps and bounds
Now that the bottle’s his friend
Saw him ‘round the corner of Broad and Main
Say my man…how you been?
Hey man

Worshipping all that is glorious
He takes a pull from the brown bag
That’s clutched in his hand

He spends his days yelling
Obscene remarks at the cars
Can’t catch a break ‘cause
They won’t let his ass in the bars
You’ll suffer at his hand
You’ll be banished from the land
Down on one knee before his majesty

For tonight he’s the king of the valley
And he’ll keep all his peasants as slaves
And the women will beg for his children
And the fighters will line the streets shouting his name

Peezlee

Written By: Mick Lawless/WKS

Jump into the back of a long black car
Listen to the sound of a loud guitar
Be a real big superstar
'Til you don't even know
Who the fuck you are

Grab a little slice of heaven
Put your bloody fingers in the well
You might think it's gonna last forever
Jump into the fire
Burn in hell

Gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away (Trooper Peezlee)

Gotta get away
Gotta get away

You might think that Peezlee is a money grubbing pig
Cheasley friggin' weasel
That's just all he is
And if I suck him off good
He might get us a gig
When I'm all done I'll just say thanks
And I'll wipe of my chin

Gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away (Trooper Peezlee)

Gotta get away
Gotta get away

He's this big
In his mind
A big man
In his mind

Chick Singers

Written By: Doug Wedge/WKS

If you wanna be in a hip band
Go and get a chick for a front man
You can hit all the wrong chords
It doesn't matter 'cause no one's listening
She doesn't have to sing
But if she's got nice tits and a big PA
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in

It's not hard to do
Just don't fuck and everything will be cool
Start giving her lithium and dye her hair blue
And if a record deal starts to come your way
Get out your hair spray
This is your day to
Cash in
Cash in
Cash in
Cash in

And when the media says your just like everybody else
You can tell them
Billy Corgan's a crook
Smashing Pumpkins stole our look
And that brilliant guitar hook

And when the music ends
You've got all you need to start a family
And have a baby

And I wanna be
In a hip band
Gotta get a slut
For a front man
Hit the wrong chords
No one's even listening
Yeah
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in
She's in

My Buddy Mike

Written By: Rich Maliska/WKS

Fill it up right to the top
Suck it down
It won't be long, very long
'Til the end of tonight

Wake up new day
Wake up new day

Why try so hard?
You've got nothing going
A la la la la

Could've come down to see the mess
But you called instead
How ya doin'?

I'm just checkin' in
I hear you fuckin' up again
How ya doin'?
How ya doin'?
How we doin'?

Why do I try?
I've got nothing going
A la la la la

My Buddy Mike
He's a friend of mine
He's alright
He's just a little stoned tonight
I'll take him home
'Cause I love him
'Cause I love him

He's just a man
Just a man I love
He's just a man
Just a man I love
My Buddy Mike
My Buddy Mike
I love you
I love you
Oh baby how I love you

Discography

Fat End First (Orchard) - released May 1999
Strange Dick (Orchard) - released Summer 2006

"Schaefer" from Fat End First has received lots of airplay on local radio shows after initial release.

Set List

Our typical set is at least 45 minutes. We are geared to perform twice as long. We don't fancy covers but we aren't afraid of them either.

Typical set list

Surburban Freak
Special Chair
Dick LeBone
Chick Singers
The Coolest Man
Spastic 13
Truro
Schaefer