5 Dead Skinks
Long ago, wayward skinks found their way into a basement, onto the windowsill. Unfortunately, they never found their way out. They died. Right there, on the windowsill. One can imagine that being a dead reptile on a basement windowsill does not offer much in the way of entertainment. So, the skinks started to write music and built their own effects. What else do they have to do?
Oswald is a master of the ivories. He's got to run like hell up and down the keyboard to get any decent chord voicings, but that in itself is an amusing show.
Pliny the Lesser is all about the bottom. No, not that bottom. The bass. And the sub-bass. And the sub-sub-bass. And the sub-sub-sub-bass. And the funk. Pliny's got the funk goin' on.
Alfonse is a six-string slinging skink. Unless one breaks, then it's 5. Or 12, if need be. Or any other number of strings, really. When you're dead, on a windowsill, you can't be too picky.
MC Squared is the master of sonic mayhem. Synthesized, sampled, processed, plagiarized, blended, cut, clipped, diced, shredded, and served with a smattering of noise and chaos.
And then there's Assy McButt, who hates you and likes to hit things. If it makes a good sound, he'll hit it some more. If it makes a lousy sound, well, he'll still hit it more, but without the groove.
