AteOlf Hitler's Nipples came to be in the late spring of 1996, with the idea of bringing together three of the most demented songwriters and put them together in one group that would soon change the way everyone looks at symphonic crap music. With members consisting of Robert, who took up drums, Paul, who picked up the guitar, and John, who did the vocals
. We started as a rockabilly band (or so the first song tells), and after a few practices we landed on the "Throw everything into a pile and mash as hard as you can" approach to music writing. all of us coming from different places, background, and musical interest/influence. After two weeks together we had our first show at the Coffee Cellar for a benifit, a grand total of 20 people were there to watch the carnage, I, donning a stretch velvet top with a red satin shirt draped over it, John decked out in an old chain ripped off of a swing to mock the "Chain Wallet Gang" children that lurked about the Coffee Cellar at that time. and Robert (The Anarchist) wearing a while T-shirt with a huge anarch symbal painted across.. the show was grandly horrific, screeching guitar.. bad vocals, and everything off time... but we managed to squeeze out a full 30 minutes set out of three songs. as we left, all was silent.. we progressed as a band.. readied some new material for our next show at the Alternative Restaraunt, it was a great show.. everything went smoothly untill my hair caught on fire because of a faulty microphone stand.. (we were using floor lamps.. artsy no?) amung the wreckage of our small barrage of angst, confusion, and crowd mocking, we had ten new songs, varying from making a deathray out of a mircowave and frying random people from a distance, to a long, heavily repetitive song about chocolate cake, Ronald Reagan, a nifty diddy about Oaklahoma, and the sad, sad remditions of Forming, by the Germs and the Kids in the Hall theme, the show was followed by a breif word from Chirs Williams, who would soon form a spoken word career affiliated with the group..
in the year that it has been since we made Love Songs For Convicted Sex Offenders, we haven't done too much with the band. Robert moved away to college and returned to finish out his college life at the University of Memphis, me leaving Memphis to go to Boston, and the lack of a practice space has left us with one small recording demo thing recorded in a garage in the middle of nowhere, and a lot of questions as to what should be done, perhaps we will never really know. Answers will be found, but AteOlf has a long way to go.
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