It all started in 2002. Or was it 1972? Or 1992? Maybe '82?
Regardless, The Man Band was forged in a pizza shop in Samannah, GA. We know this. Songs were recorded. Tapes were sold out of trunks. Moustaches were grown (and groomed.) And performances were performed. The booming voice of Man o' War and the rapid-fire delivery of Man-Lee combined to create an unstoppable force, and soon what had started simply as a front for tax fraud and underground pit fighting (a la 'Bloodfist',) quickly blossomed into one of the most celebrated acts of the dirty dirty. Then came the money, the contracts, the women and the inevitable downward spiral into hip-hopscurity.
In 2005, after a much-publicised fallout and numerous failed solo projects Man o' War and Man Lee buried the hatchet and hitchhiked west for one last shot at glory. They recruited charismatic hype-man Manchester and the 'magic hands' of DJ Manoptimis. A renewed spark was brought to this once downtrodden relic of hip-hop's past. Vh1's 'Best Week Ever' even stated that the band, "...possesses the vigilance and tenacity of Forest Whitaker." Now a four-piece with a near psychotic love for pabst and skanks, they took to the streets of Los Mangeles and got back to their roots. Performing. Drinking. Writing. Recording. Drinking. Drinking. Backgammon.
Magically 'Pabstronauts' - their new album was birthed and somewhere an angel got it's wings. And doves cried.
If you're in LA you might catch them on the stage at Mr. T's Bowl. Or a house party. Silverlake. Echo Park. Downtown. Sunset Stripping. Asleep on a bus. Kicking it at Jumbo's Clown Room. Or eating at Thai Elvis. If you want them to play somewhere they'll probably do it. They only need beer, mics, and speakers. But if you're not in LA, now you can hear them anywhere - thanks to the internets.