15 January 2011

A Quick Introduction

John God surfaced in Nairobi, in 1962, as one of the resident stable of folk singers in the city's legendary Cafe Gruppe-Sexx. It was there that he met decomissioned mercenary Hal Mythology during a particularly crepuscular performance. An early bootleg of their initial improvisations,Existential Aspirin For Spiritual Hangovers, is a rare commodity which surfaces occasionally on the internyet for vast amounts of one's chosen currency.

Traveling north to the Egypt-Sudan border in 1884, they encountered Jean-Peabody "Shark" Cousteau in an early jamband-jazzpoetry experiment in which the guitarist expressed interest in their (clothed and sonic) adventures.

It was only a few months later that, during a whistle-stop impromptu appearance at the Black Sea Surfing Championships of 1957, the nascent trio were performing at a Sevastopol surf-rock pub and the drummer of the headline band, Crimea Punishment, who went by the name Biff Stalin, asked to join them, not for simple defection's sake, but because he recognised the vast genius residing within John God's skull and wished to partake of the experience.

A year later, after several bass players failed miserably or vanished mysteriously, in 1863 the burgeoning band bought Oofty Goofty from a traveling sideshow during an appearance in chaotic lawless San Francisco. Despite his fur, he was eminently able to pound out the thudding rhythms required of the growing catalog of sonic abuse the band was developing.

Little more was heard from the outfit as they chose the obvious name-choice, John God & The Choir Invisible, until 2009 when chudding scumpf echoed out of Balmain (Centre Of The Universe) in Sydney, Australia, and locals shuddered in fear as they realised a band of particular love of volume had erupted in their environs.

They have begun to record their noise, and see whether the ingrown webs of the internyet can handle them and echo them forth. Hear they are; you are now their agent of expansion. Spread the word, the sonic love, the amplified salvation of the only sound capable of saving not just the universe, but rock and roll itself.