My voice teacher once said "In order to make a living in music you need to either be really good or really bad. Those in the middle starve.” After twenty plus years of writing and performing music with relatively little measurable success, a thought occurred to me. Could I have been going at it all wrong by trying to make "good" music? Could it be that I am closer to being really bad than really good? Perhaps a better question to ponder is: What is good or bad music?

Aesthetic beauty in music is not an absolute. It is rather a subjective, conceptual and contextual matter much like politics. We can observe that although there are right and left leaning political movements, the further they stray from the center the more they resemble one another. Fascism (originally a left-leaning movement) is often percieved as an extreme rightist system. Yet Fascist dictatorships are equally as oppressive as leftist Communist regimes. Right wing Libertarians are philosophically similar to left wing Anarchists in that they both advocate unlimited freedom as opposed to Fascists and Communists who favor the absolute submission of personal liberty. This illustrates that politics do not exist in a straight line. Rather, they exist in a circle where the more they travel from the center, the more similar they become. Could musical aesthetic function in the same manner?

Repulsar was formed to test this very theory. Is there a secret trap door on the edge of "terrible" that when crawled through will lead to the promised land of greatness?

Repulsar is committed to explore this notion through cheesy drum machines, bass tones that resemble the sound of farting, loud guitar feedback, semi-competent soloing and multi-phonic atonal throat singing techniques set to conceptually suspect themes.

From the masterminds of Barneezlebub: A Hillbilly Porn Opera and Mahoney's Mirror, Newt "Sparky" Skink, the shamanistic channeler of the nonsense spewing poopy Gods has (yet again) joined forces with myself (Primadonahue) in this, our latest exercise in futility. Only this time we have wised up and have finally figured out that we needn't bother attempting to be "good". Repulsar wishes to be birthed out the vaginal den of the halitosic horribalis into the vulva of divinity and ding Horribalis' donger so hard we bump heads shedding tears of acrid bile out our noses! That is to say Repulsar seeks to be exorcised from Repulsar.

Rock and roll wouldn't exist if not for audiences who like loud, annoying sounds. For those out there who are "size queens" for loud annoyance, Repulsar serves a twelve-inch dose of what satisfies you the most right where it hurts the worst.

Repulsar can be described as "Noise-Electronica" but the medium where we seem to shine is in ten-minute theater. Perhaps that is because ten minutes is typically our audience's limit. Although old ladies will sit with mouths agape and fingers implanted in their ears, they stay riveted to their chairs for the full ten minutes.

We are frequent contributors to Bedlam Theatre's Ten Minute Play Festival. Some of our works in the ten-minute play realm include "2012", our interpretation of the Rush rock opera "2112" only instead of discovering an ancient guitar in a cave; our hero finds a sacred plastic megaphone. He presents this new wonder to the Priest and Nun of Syrinx (played by puppets of Brittany Spears and Justin Timberlake with giant balloons for dicks, balls and tits).

Another example of our exploration in the ten-minute play genre was "The Cloacae". This show featured a guest performance by Mo Donahue and a cameo appearance by a singing reptilian ass-penis puppet.

Future productions include a current work in progress called "Neocon Speedwagon" and we one day hope to produce a Fringe Festival show called "The Cloacae Monologues" which will be a 50 minute celebration of reptilian ass-penises of all kinds.

CAUTION: Listen to the Repulsar tracks at your own risk. They are meant only for those who have the courage to recognize the GREATNESS in really BAD MUSIC. Hear MP3s. Read review. YouTube.

Chris' SL avitar projected on the wall at Acadia 4/24/07.

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