the milk bar presents
GHOST TOWN GOSPEL
Hailing from the fabled Ghost Town District of Oakland, California, Ghost Town Gospel brings a distinctly Bay Area sound to their brand of American folk.
Cast: (in order of appearance)
Tyler- Multi-instrumentalist, producer and engineer, he immigrated to the bay from Arizona after spending 7 years between running a record label/recording studio, playing in various bands, and working night shift at the local jail. He was inspired to assemble an acoustic act because "moving drums sucks".
Josh: The writer of the bulk of GTG's material, he shreds vocal chords and guitars with utter disregard for the safety of himself and others. Graduating with a degree in music from Sonoma State, he has played in many bands and can also be caught smashing his frankenstein Fender in DeathRay. He is also an avid outdoorsman and survivalist.
Kevin: Our banjo player since May 2012, Kevin is a a tenured bluegrass guitar player and recent Bay Area transplant, originally from Chicago.
Miss Roach: Has been on accordion with GTG since July 2012. She co-leads the weekly musical community meetup "Jerk Church" out of Oakland. A veteran of the punk and theatre scenes, Roachie's just here for the cookies.
Jutta- From the hills of Ukiah, raised by gypsies in Mendocino, and with a heart that longs for New Orleans, her fervent vocals and haunting violin may conjure visions of a raucous vaudeville cabaret or of a down-home porch on the bayou. She has a lengthy and diverse musical background and can be seen performing with various artists throughout the bay area.
Ethan- Son of one the bay area's foremost jazz bass performers, he was shredding the upright before he could legally drive. Aside from being a general bad mofo, he's also a competitive downhill mountain biker sponsored by Red Bull. He will attend Chico State's recording program in the fall on scholarship.
1 Man Banjo (solo act from Thee Hobo Gobbelins"
From deep within the confines of the city sewers, and the darkness beneath your bed, Thee Hobo Gobbellins slash and jangle their path into your skull. They weave a wickedly catchy mixture of ancient pirate curses, orcish vaudeville, and eldritch hobo semaphore. I remember well the day it all began; it was back in the summer of ‘03, on the fetid prairie of Gorgoroth, that their ebon-striped demonic boxcar was hitched to the devil’s train. And wherever they stop, strange things tend to happen: Clowns that bite! Dead things! Cultist goblins! Flying stuff!
The Hobo Gobbelins emerge from the pulsing art vortex of Oakland, Ca., the green-skinned child of punk rock, avant-garde performance art and hobo soul. Drawing on a dizzying array of influences, the band incorporates traditional sounds of Americana and the Old World with the horrors of modernity. Monsters from folklore and fiction wriggle alongside freight-train spirituals and drinking songs. The result is a disturbing haunted house for the ear, a nightmare carnival that is at turns goofy and murderous. Human audiences drink more, dance better, and writhe uncontrollably to goblin beatings- er, beats. Incidentally, audience is the goblin word for “food that screams”.
We can play anywhere, on a rooftop or a desert, with or without a P.A. We’re all very nice, but will possibly make you uncomfortable. Book us for winery tours, carnivals, protests, eviction parties, game conventions, or any place with a large enough dimensional rift for us to pop
It is now possible to purchase two of our previous releases online! Click the link to purchase our 2008 EP "Vermin"!
And here you can find our 2009 full-length album "Deep Ones"!
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Jerk Church Tabernacle Choir
Church for Jerks
Fostering a creative musical learning community for musicians and non-musicians alike.
We gather each Sunday to break bread, share a cup and a song.