There's also an artist called MOM that i once saw at the bike kitchen. it was just one broad screaming into a microphone with heavy effects and throwing eggs/pineapples/pizza at everyone. She was pretty fucking annoying.
Ugh so good. I was in Denton recently, hopin' to catch a glimpse. It didn't work, but I did go into a vintage book store, and the lady at the checkout counter looked at my Mom cd I was buying and was like Oh, yeah. These guys are really nice people. Close enough, I guess.