Creepy Ts fans have seen it all: farfisa player Tom Walls leading Elvis tribute sets in restaurants typically renowned for their fried seafood, dynamite ferret-smuggling glimpses of lead singer/writher Derek Hyde bent over (provocatively?) in a leopard thong, and even a former drummer arguing passionately and rather seriously with a shrunken head before demanding that everybody leave them alone to continue their conversation in private and meaning it. They are one of the most unpredictable bands in town, and thats only part of what makes them so special.
These boys hold a sticky place in our hearts. They do it by blending enough stripped down, no nonsense (OK, a little nonsense) primitive garage rock tunes to make you want to throw on an old Headcoats album when you get home, then they smash it up with so many Cramps-style screams and howls that youll want to cover yourself with molasses and roll on a bed of pitted dates, just to shake the demons out. Theyve been on hiatus lately culling the masses for that perfect new drummer. Someone with rhythm. Someone with a van thats not writhing with pet snakes. Someone just Creepy enough. Now that they have him, theyre back from an eight-month hibernation period with longer hair and nails and a deep-seated desire to rock your ass. See what youve been missing tonight at the Mental Ward (1931 N. Federal Hwy., Fort Lauderdale), when the Ts play with other deranged acts the Dirty Boxes and the Freakin Hott. Check ´em out at www.myspace.com/thecreepyts.