The Perch Creek Family Jugband have anthropologists baffled. Why did they turn out the way they are? Was it because they all drank and bathed in the muddy waters of Perch Creek from birth? Was it because they were forced to sing for each meal, or simply because their old man was nothing short of a lunatic? Either way, circumstances conspired to create a band of siblings with an incredibly unique and diverse sound that seems to find it's way through the cracks between a vast array of genres. Like the creek itself, the Perch Creek Family Jugband are at times raging and relentless and at others placid and haunting. The band specialise in chunky five-part vocal harmonies over instrumentation as diverse as the trombone, frailing banjo, washboard, double bass, overdriven blues harp, musical saw, tap dancing and a whole lot of other stuff including, of course, the jug. I guess there was something in the water...
The Perch Creek Family Jugband are:
Riviera keyboard, ($5 from the local dump) frailing 5 string banjo, “steam-powered piano” (melodica), vocals and everything else that the local dump shop has to offer.
“Ladies Love” Lear Hodgkins:
Washboard, jug, drums, vocals and ‘the smile’ (Oh! That smile).
Guitar, clarinet, ukulele, tap dancing and vocals. (No jokes may be made at Eileen's expense, as stipulated in her contract)
"Crispy Hot Chickens" (Christi Hodgkins):
Ever the bargainer, young Crispy held on to his soul, and sold his leg to the Devil in exchange for phenomenal talent and musical sensitivity that defies his meagre 17 years of life experience. He plays the harmonica, kazoo, trombone, saw and sings.
"Bigfoot" Jimmy Chandler:
The tall man with the fabulous moustache. Not only does he have a fantastic moustache, but Jimmy also plucks the bass fiddle, sings and writes ultra-cheesy band bios.