O' ye of little mind.

The band, the legacy, the groove shaken horticulturalists that is, and was the AteOlf Hitler's Nipples phenomenon started off as a free-form yodeling troupe in Barnolios. A brazen group of three strapping lads all from thier own humble upbringing, yodeling songs about anti-disestablishmentarionism, mass destruction of grass, and barn-yard animals with neurological disorders.. thier "new wave thinking" minds were too much for the Barno people to handle and were deported before they were to release thier first record on Angst-o-matic Death Machine Yodeling Records LTD. Shunned from their native homeland, they were forced into the central U.S. where they dropped free-form yodeling and worked on a new set.. all was delicate and trembling in the hands of these now angst ridden youths, and with that they became a hardcore band briefly using the name Image Scratchers Make My Heart Throb, which was shortened to Heart Throbbing Images, then to The Throbbing Hearts, then to Heart Steak.

Before their first show as Heart Steak, fate turned once more for our brave heroes, for standing in the doorway of the Coffee Basement was none- other than a cheese eating elephant (or any member of type-o negative.. it's my story damnit), and the following words that came from the fattish imp's mouth and landed on Robert's pulsating young ears, (that will just happen to echo through the halls of the everlasting guacamole called forever) "Get out of my way, faggot" the bloodshed that followed is too great to put into words, the author shall spare you, young reader, these atrocities. Heart stake had perished under the crushing weight of the terrible metal-skull of death. The the band was dead there was no one to perform.. just then, out in the crowd an angelic voice cropped through the crowd and pierced the apathy hanging in the dreary air: "You have been chosen, my son" the earth split, a river of blood began to flow which washed away the metal-skull of death.. fire rained down and the crowd began to chant in tounges of indedipherable paranoia, which so happend to re-materialize truth and all things good and wholesome.. new tones were created, facts became dreams and words were nothing as they always were.. (but i digress) to cut a long and elaborate story short, the dust cleared.. a new sound, image, and name for the band (as well as the world) was born that changed music forever.. the commotion sent a wave of electricity through the audience of 20 people, they called what they heard "New Wave Poo-Poo" and the band called themselves AteOlf Hitler's Nipples... thus, a uncertain world had balance once more.

Los Neeplios (as they were called by Roman dignitaries) on thier 1977 "Tour of Utter Doom" caused terror throughout the industry, tales of live surgery and ceremonial fruit eating spread throughout the countryside, leaving the burnt shells of the venues they played.. piles of soiled linens scarred the lanscape in a constant trail of infamy. bands and promoters would dissapear without warning.. the Nipples broke the top 1700 album charts with Love Songs For Convicted Sex Offenders, a rectal churn from the great beyond.

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Who are the mis-fortunate?

The horrid others laying to waste the truth of all musical aptitudes.