This album is a personal classic. The first time I ever saw Dead Felcher perform was at the Electro Rock show in 2000 (or 2001, I can’t quite remember) when he opened for PT Grimm. This guy was so hilariously arrogant, he performed with his back to the audience the entire time. I feel like Dead Felcher is just a giant “fuck you,” to any and all audiences, and I love every minute of it. This album pisses in your ears and hopes you hate it. This album feeds off your hate, which makes it even more wonderful. I hope one day that we’ll see a resurrection of Dead Felcher, because audiences in general need much more of this particular style of abuse. Enjoy! Or don’t. Don’t even bother reading this blog; especially if you’ve already read it. Yay! Eat shit.
Nothing. In fact, most of the internet has nothing to say about Dead Felcher. The only thing you’ll find if you Google the name is a Myspace page with a few tracks on it. Which is another way to say “fuck you” to audiences: making them go back to Myspace to hear your music. I love it. 🙂