"Punky, garagey inspired madness--dripping with cheezy Farfisa-esque organ and twangy guitar licks. Turn it up loud and emerge a mutant. More fun than a freak show and you can dance to it." -Cholly LaFrance, The Clountowne Thrifty Shopper Gazette
Featuring new, unreleased songs and rarities, combined with alternate takes and remixes of our hugest chart-topping mega-hits, we bring you MUSIC FOR MUTANTS (by mutants.)
The album opens with the sweet little tale of Bird Brain (pictured on the cover), a chicken-headed zombie who is literally falling apart piece by piece and yet still manages to attack his closest friends in a bloody rampage. This song was written and recorded in collaboration with Mr. Ego Plum.
Initially inspired by a wet and greasy pizza box, this is what could happen when an untested artificial fat substitute goes horribly wrong and a becomes enormous oily monster devouring your city.
Based on the true story of Mike the Headless Chicken, a rooster from Fruita, Colorado who miraculously remained alive after having his head chopped off. He soon rose to fame and toured sideshows across America in the 1940's. We found Mike's refusal to die even after being decapitated to be very inspirational and we dedicate this song to him.
Look Both Ways
This is a public service announcement with guitars! A very short one written especially for a compilation of safety tip songs. Listen to this song...it just might save your life.
I Eat Kids
One of our biggest influences is Barry Louis Polisar and his very brilliantly offbeat children's records. The original song, a response to those concerned about the nutrition of a vegetarian diet, comes from Barry's 1975 album, "I Eat Kids and other songs for Rebellious Children" We took his anthem about not eating chickens and cows and cowpunked it up for this recording.
Beware, if you play this song backwards, you may summon up the demonically evil El Pollo Diablo...though something far worse may occur if you play it fowards.
Boris the Spider
Our rendition of the creepy, crawly classic by the Who, orginally written and sung by the Who's bassist, the late John Entwistle. We recorded this one for the Mr. Snail's Halloween Party compilation album.
A fist full of Danzig-esque metal about the biggest, meanist, and baddist bunny rabbit who ever hopped the face of the earth. Watch out, the music video is coming soon....
This song was written as revenge for many childhood nightmares of Chuck E Cheese, a giant rodent who terrorizes children in darkened pizza palaces. This is the version used in the music video.
The Chicken Heads' official theme song, and future national anthem (when we have our own country), this one of our earliest songs and contains a line devoted to each of the band members.
Describes a typical day in the life at the secret experimental farming compound for genetically modified organisms that we call home.
I Looked Into The Mirror
Our take on another one of our favorite Barry Louis Polisar songs, this song spawned our first internet music video.
Stitch Me Up
Everything finds itself in need of repair sometimes.
Bag O' Bones
Inspired by a skeletal image on an x-ray, this song reflects on everything from the theory of evolution to the death of the american dream.
Our Last Song
At a number of concerts we've seen an opening band announce "this is our last song" which usually results in exclamations of "Finally!" or "Thank God!" from the audience. At more than one occasion, that opening band was us, so this is dedicated to all the struggling, inappropriate, or just plain annoying opening bands out there. In 2006, we played this song on the Tyra Banks Show to the acclaim (or dismay) of millions of television viewers
First review of Music For Mutants
"It's a crazy SoCal kinda thing; the children of that post-glam, proto-punk band The Tubes got cut loose in a drunken concept/nightmare of giant costume head characters from a post-apocalypse themed amusement park. But in this crazy place the Scooby Gang, unable to unmask them, run away in urine soaked fright. The punky, garagey inspired madness of Music For Mutants -- dripping with cheezy Farfisa-esque organ and twangy guitar licks -- hints at Oingo Boingo riffs delivered with sledgehammer force. Load your Walkman with some Chickenheads, climb into your sensory deprivation tank, turn it up loud and emerge a mutant. More fun than a freak show and you can dance to it!" 4.5 Little Chocolate Donuts out of a possible 5 -Cholly LaFrance, The Clountowne Thrifty Shopper Gazette
One of the best bands you've probably never heard of is also probably one of the most bizarre--but with a name like The Radioactive Chicken Heads, eccentricity is to be expected.
The band's seven member lineup looks like a cross between a produce stand and a child's birthday party. The Chicken Heads are lead by vocalist Carrot Topp (no relation to the notoriously un-funny comedian) and feature the combined talents of Sgt. Psychlopps and Cherry Tomato on guitar, Pastafarian on bass, Bird Brain on the keys, Bonehead on the trumpet, Frankenchicken on tambourine and Puke Boy behind the drum set, and El Pollo Diablo.
The story behind the Chicken Heads isn't drastically different from anything you might see on a typical "Behind the Music." Originally Joe and the Chickenheads, the band played their first show in 1996. All seven members lived on a farm together where the farmer's son taught them to play and then entered them in the county fair.
However, due to artistic differences, the whole group was sold to Colonel Sanders and Ronald McDonald, who had a very different vision for the future of the Chicken Heads. The fast food gurus chopped off their heads, and the bodies ran away--fortunately, Carrot Topp managed to save his friends' heads, pulled some bodies out of a dumpster behind a cryo lab, started a new band and entered the newly formed musical force in a battle of the bands.
They didn't win, but the Radioactive Chicken Heads decided to take their show on the road to prove that vegetables and chickens can rock just as well as any humans. And, judging by their live show, they just might be better than most mammalian musicians. The Chicken Heads raise punk rock to a whole new level: There aren't many bands that can pull off battling Chuck-E-Cheese halfway through their set and make mind-blowing music at the same time.
To find out more information about the Radioactive Chicken Heads and when they'll be playing in our neighborhood, visit their website at www.radioactivechickenheads.com
-Jessica Clare, UCR Radar! Editor