Tuesday, May 25, 2010

RATHBONE to Close out SACRILICIOUS Tour aboard Floating Alcoholocaust


Although we still won't be writing any songs about excessively-appendaged amphibians or Finnish death metal vocalists with questionable backgrounds, RATHBONE, nonetheless, has some exciting news to announce! At the culmination of its SACRILICIOUS summer tour – which is sure to be one of the strangest musical events on record, as no actual "music" will be heard aside from the occasional beer-tab solo and the dog's snoring – RATHBONE is proud to announce that it will be making a cameo appearance aboard the 70,000 Tons of Metal cruise!

Even though the SACRILICIOUS tour will probably collapse after a week or so, due to mismanagement, lack of funds, and severe intoxication, RATHBONE considers its upcoming appearance at this massive, floating heavy metal festival to be the perfect way to cap off its (likely limited) time on the road. Plus, while on board, we'll be filming the final footage for RATHBONE's live/behind-the-scenes DVD, which is scheduled for release (fortunately, not on bologna) early next year!

Still not enough RATHBONE for you?? Well, then, you're in luck: those fans who find themselves in need of additional BONING have the opportunity to meet the band after its epic performance aboard 70,000 Tons of Metal! RATHBONE, which is legally obligated to hand-feed its llamas an expensive mixture of saffron-powdered alfalfa and 1958 Glen Garioch (we've since killed fired the lawyer who negotiated that contract), will be riding onto the ocean liner in style with the help of its brand-new RATHBUS.

The band has graciously acquiesced to a meet 'n greet with fans aboard the RATHBUS, and will offer bus rides upon the waves for $666,666 apiece. (Please note that RATHBONE is not liable for any accidents that may occur, as we haven't yet tested the RATHBUS to see if it can float.) This promises to be a unique and rewarding experience*, not only for the fans, but also for the band itself, as RATHBONE is still attempting to recoup the losses it sustained from the failed release of the WURSTALBUM.

So, grab your wallets and floaties, and prepare yourselves for the post-tour party of a lifetime! The sea (and our empty bank accounts) are calling!!

*Please also note that RATHBONE makes no guarantees as to the ability or fitness of its members to attend scheduled appearances aboard 70,000 Tons of Metal, as the bars on this voyage will be open 24 hours a day. Our philosophy is: if you're awake enough to drink, you're in no condition to be sober!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Things RATHBONE Will Never Write Songs About


We get so many requests from various mouthbreathers the world over to write songs about estranged loves, fond memories, and wild cetacean fantasies that were we an actual band, we'd have enough material to release a double disc album, every day for the rest of our collective lives, and still have songs left over for other bands to do the same for centuries to come. However, there are some things we simply will not write about, and it's time we discussed those on our public blog. We hope, in doing so, that you, our loyal, lyrical RATHBONERS, will quit wasting our fucking time...

Image above not related. We'd totally write a song about that guy who thinks he's Peter Pan, in a dress.


We will not write songs about frogs with seven legs.
Frankly, frogs are assholes. They're even worse when they have more limbs than the good Thor wanted them to have. In fact, if frogs did not dwell in water, which is a place, coincidentally, that Narwhals also call home, they would have absolutely no redeeming qualities, whatsoever.


We will not write songs about ninjas brandishing unicycles.
I think we can all agree that uni-fucking-cycle-ninja songs have inundated the airwaves enough. RATHBONE will never be so cliché. Pass.


We will not write songs about Alexi Laiho standing in front of a painted brick wall adorned with roses.
We actually have nothing against the subject matter and the variety of ways in which one could approach a song such as this -- fun fact: we tried writing about this very thing, several times... it simply became too frustraing to rhyme "Laiho" with anything except "Vitiligo"... Otherwise, the lyrics practically wrote themselves.


We will not write songs about Unicorns.
Just... No.


And of course... We never EVER write a love song.
I mean seriously, could you imagine that? Only one-third of RATHBONE claims to have been in love at one point or another in their lives. Another third has attempted suicide after experiencing severe heartburn from trying to disprove that thing about humans being unable to drink a full gallon of milk in one sitting. That means a full 33% of the band has never known what it truly means to love, and be loved, or a gastrointestinal problem that was similar. Therefore, until we're more schooled in the ways of the heart, we're steering clear of this subject matter. We feel love has suffered enough at the hands of the music industry, as is, anyway...

Monday, May 10, 2010

Introducing The RATHBUS

Thanks to the successful efforts of the band to collectively donate all of our kidneys to the black market, we've secured a top-rate bus for the SACRILICIOUS Tour.

And an extra-special thank you to Chloe, who donated a small portion of her brain. Her bandmates wish her a full recovery, and we're all pulling for her to regain the ability to talk in complete sentences again, soon.


RATHBONE, who rose to fame as the fakest band in the world, is gaining a new reputation... as the band making the worst financial decisions in the world.

Unable to afford basic human necessities like proper housing and food, RATHBONE, in a move that defies explanation and logic, has purchased a tour bus. The RATHBUS, as the monstrosity has been affectionately dubbed, boasts twenty bunks, sixteen refrigerators (stocked with alcohol, exclusively), an olympic-size swimming pool, bowling alley, live llamas, and perhaps the strangest luxury of all -- a lounge area equipped with "steak chairs"... That is, seating upholstered with prime cuts of top loin beef.

Zeng, RATHBONE's sedatives distributor attempts to explain, "They really like steak... and chairs." She can't help but roll her eyes when questions about the band's fiduciary responsibility (or lack thereof) arise. In fact, it's not hard to see that much of her job involves sighing and shaking her head.

It wouldn't be so bad if RATHBONE had managed to purchase the bus in the same way other artists afford grandiose touring equipment. Their last album, WURSTALBUM, never even made it to stores before the bologna used in lieu of actual CDs, spoiled. The group was suddenly left committed to a tour for an album that had zero distribution, and nearly bankrupt for it. With the option of selling albums out, the prospect of selling organs on the black market began to find its way into regular conversation. As well-recognized pioneers in the field of bad ideas, it didn't take long for the concept to get rolling and gain popularity within the RATHBONE collective. Eventually, all members of the band went under the knife to remove one or both kidneys, and in some cases, other organs as well.

"Does this look infected to you?" asks frontwoman and lead throat contortionist Dawn "Narwhal" Best, presenting a gaping laceration on her lower back. "We wanted to have the wounds fully closed, surgically, but stitches cost money. When we thought about it, the idea didn't make sense to do that for everyone, since money is the whole reason we sold our kidneys in the first place."

"I'm really dizzy." Laura "Cloudy" Roselle, the band's obligatory redhead, chimes in.

Dizzy or not, the plan worked, and the RATHBUS will be hitting the road in June for the SACRILICIOUS Tour. With any luck, the shows will go over well with the RATHBONE faithful, and the band will no longer find themselves needing to resort to such extreme measures to stay relevant in the music industry, again.

But don't count on it.

"Maybe, if we make money on this, we could afford instruments or something..." Cloudy notes. "Then we'd almost not have to call ourselves a fake band... I think I'm gonna go lay down on the steak chairs."