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C.H.E.W., Permanent Makeup
1812 17th St. N
Tampa, FL, 33605
Pile is a rock band from Boston, Massachusetts. Started as a solo project by Rick Maguire back in 2007, Pile released ‘Demonstration,’ a 10 song demo and ‘Jerk Routine’ in 2008 before expanding their line-up. Wanting to be able to tour on the material with a band, Maguire attempted to find some other players. After some shuffling, the band found a cohesive line-up with Kris Kuss (drums), Matt Becker (guitar), Matt Connery (bass) and Maguire (guitar, vocals). In the eight years since, Pile has released several acclaimed albums, ‘Magic isn’t Real’ (2010), ‘Dripping’ (2012), ‘You’re Better Than This’ (2015), and “A Hairshirt of Purpose’ (2017), in addition to two highly sought after EP’s and the ‘Odds and Ends’ (2018) collection. Since coming together as a full band in 2009, Pile have toured as much as their lives collectively allow, playing nearly 1000 shows spread out over the US, Canada, the UK and Europe.
American hardcore punk band from Chicago, Illinois.
C.H.E.W. does not stand for anything.
"...infectious hooks and rhythmic punk fury...maniacal and charming..."
- Creative Loafing
Bassist Chris Nadeau (of noise-punk band Blast & the Detergents) and wife/drummer Susan Dickson teamed up with guitarist James Bess (ex-Dumbwaiters, Insect Joy) to form Permanent Makeup in 2010.
The band played their first show together without ever having practiced. The venue: a doctor's office. Mostly improvised; w/ audience members reading infomercial ad copy in lieu of a singer, they called it a success eventually writing new songs and taking over vocal duties themselves. Calling the underground Punk/Art scene their home, PM have spent the last 2 years cutting their teeth in true DIY fashion: playing house shows on self-booked tours of the U.S. and recording/releasing home-packaged EP's.
With tunes informed by the decades-long thread of dissonant post-post-punk and the commercial language contained within the aforementioned ad copy, people have told the band they've identified elements in their sound as disparate as fuzzed-out garage-psych, author Phillip K Dick, sci-fi surf, avant-electronic, even pamphlets handed out on street corners by the schizophrenic homeless. "Sure, why not?" the band replies, being agreeable folk, and gets back to writing and touring.
The three of them recently realized none has a single tattoo; take away from that what you will.
'The Void... It Creeps' is the band's debut full length (on New Granada Records).