Band Bios
Five twin sons of Mother Maybelle McCoy (and five unknown fathers) who have come in from years of exile in the wilderness to baptize audiences in the name of musical redemption, the Surreal McCoys are:
Billy Saul
On drums...the heartbeat of America. A proud Irish American who loves the wearing o' the green, he was recently exposed to deadly gamma rays in a lab experiment gone awry. He's a Highland Gamer, who'll keep rhythm all night and throw a hammer at your head in the morning...
From the Low Country of Carolina, weighing in at 15 stone and 7 metric tons... Billy Saul McCoy!
Cletus McCoy
And on lead vocals and messianic posturing, the shy and retiring
front-man who doesn't go in for the whole self-aggrandizement thing...
From Parts Unknown... Cletus McCoy!!!
Elvis
What can be said about this next man that hasn't already been splashed on every tabloid cover and wanted poster this side of the Pecos? Part gunslinger, part troubadour, part Bigfoot... he's an axe-wielding musical genius whose Blood Alcohol Content never drops below a comfortable .25. The Czar of the Guitar. The Titan of Twang. You've got his velvet painting on the wall of your trailer.
From the fighting town of Fishspackle, Montana... Elvis McCoy!!!
Goat Boy
If the nation's top geneticists were to team up with Salvador Dali and David Lynch on the Island of Doctor Moreau, they could not begin to approximate a creature with the sublime and bizarre majesty of the man the world calls Goat Boy. Back when the McCoys invited him to join the band, we had no idea that he had any musical talent. We'd just invite him up on stage every night because he'd eat anything for a nickel... including a dime. On rhythm guitar, harmonica, the phallic maraca, any squeeze box he can git his arms around, and an instrument known in prison jargon only as "The Icy Mike"...
From the fighting town of Baaaaaaton Rouge, Louisiana... the inimitable Goat Boy McCoy!!!
Clint
And on bass, a West Coast guy who has a penchant for the Eastern Bloc. Beneath his mild-mannered exterior beats the throbbing heart of a Soul Brother Extraordinaire! He possesses more funk in his right index finger than exists on the entire island of Manhattan south of 110th Street. He's strong enough for a man, but made for a woman. The true God of Thunder.
From the Fighting Town of Short Bus, Arizona. Weighing in at 124 pounds, soaking wet... Clinton McCoy!!!
