Meet The Bules!

MYELZKOKOV

MYELZKOKOV’s a guitarist, which is why he’s the drummer in our band. Should one feel the need, one could check out his other band Polar Vibration Administration and his myriad homemade CD-Rs self released under his given name. But on the real, screw that crap, the 'Bules is where it's at. With the proper encouragement, MYELZKOKOV will hit his drums pretty darn hard with good old fashioned futuristic rock power, causing brains to ooze out of ears and panties to drop. This is part of the reason the Noctambules advise audiences to wear ear plugs, but not wear underwear. (MYELZKOKOV’s just moved to Willington, CT with his folks, where he will have every reason to become a bearded backwoods lumberjack rapist. For serious: all those trees are scary.)

DOCTOR NOCTOR

DOCTOR NOCTOR's the one who plays notes sometimes. He used to play bass (LB-style, one might say) but the guy he used to borrow the bass from (MYELZKOKOV) doesn't even have the bass anymore, so he has returned to his first love, sweet Guadalupe. That beautiful, blood-stainded guitar, first forged by the able hands of underpaid child labor in Mexico, then caressed and spanked in a manner somewhere inside the narrow gray area between pain and pleasure, finally altered and amplified by various and sundry electronic doodadery, has been known to sensually massage the eardrums in a manner not dissimilar to the calming effects of a fine herbal tea on a cool summer's eve. The kind of tea that can cause tinnitus because it's really effing loud. DOCTOR NOCTOR's got other bands too, but they aren't nearly as awesome as the 'Bules, so screw that stuff too. (DOCTOR NOCTOR currently resides in Boston, the Cradle of Liberty, where he gets called "Coahnah" by the locals.)

POLYCHRONUS

POLYCHRONUS’s a poet, and he know it, when it’s cold the clouds snow it, in his garden POLYCHRONUS likes to hoe it, and his lawn he likes to mow it, he don’t buy cheeba, he grow it. For the record, he did not write that last sentence. Our publicist did. What a miserable buckrams. He's got nothing on POLYCHRONUS when it comes to being the singer and sometime keyboardist in this band, no how! Give the man a microphone and he’ll jump around spitting all sorts of wordrock on the unsuspecting populace. At our first practice POLYCHRONUS dropped the mic and did this crazy dance while we rocked out (with out cocks out, as it were), when he was done dancing he said, “that was my recreation of World War II, you know, like Hitler with his little tiny moustache,” holding his finger under his nose. That’s why POLYCHRONUS does what he does, because he does what he does. Dig?(POLYCHRONUS currently resides in the bustling metropolis of Windsor, Connecticut, the spiritual home of the band, where we all went to high school and crap.)

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