We're not saying the Portland & Bellingham shows are going to be our best or that we'll play flawlessly or that these shows will change your life in some small yet significant way. We're not saying any of that. However, we are thinking exactly that. These shows will be our best and we will play flawlessly (mostly because when we mess up, it will be destiny) and these shows WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!! Why? Because this is all we got!!!! The day after the shows, Taboo is pulling a double shift, Wonder Bred will still be aimlessly unemployed, Intellijamus & Otto will be changing dirty diapers, and Themo will be making his own lunch ... again. But before all that messy mess, we've got some gutter rock to sling, some speed rapping to blurt out and some sweet ass spandex to don.

Come prepared to sing along. Bring $10 and pick-up the new CD (or pre-order your CD now!). And remember ... if you love the Super Sonic Soul Pimps, then you're a Pimple ... pop!

We had a great time in Spokanistan at The Boulevard and at The Croc in Si'ahl this weekend.  

Spokane highlights include:

• mystery flavored shots delivered to band on stage
• Taboo in spandex
• soundman (Johnie) lending apartment to us for changing above club (sorry about the dirty diaper)

Seattle highlights include:

• amazing production crew & green room (sorry about the dirty diaper)
• that one awesome dude with the Sonics shirt who ended up with Wonder Bred's white cane
• world's most eclectic fan turnout (spotted: a janitor and CEO arm-in-arm singing the words to Space Cadet)
• 3SP custom cookies -- whos idea was that and can we hire you to manage us?!!!!

Okay ... off to our Honeycomb Hideout. We'll send a fax before we emerge again.

- da boyz, Themo & Bred

Well, it took us a while. Twelve years to be exact, but we are releasing a new album on Valentine's Day! However, today we begin previewing a song a week-ish. You can listen over here. We'll start out slowly with Wonder Bred's Lament (a bit of backstory) and ramp it up next week with an old favorite we never managed to record called Crossbred.

That's how many years it's been since 3SP released an album. What have we been up to? Mostly nothing. Well, we did that one gig and then there was that one time we wrote some tunes and stuff. Taboo drank some cold hot dog water, got crazy and arrested. Otto swam the Skagit river on his back like a sea otter, eating his favorite meal: fruit loops drenched in peach schnapps. Intellijamus stared at the wall and tickled his pet sock.

Then Kimo showed up and things got musically crazy. Wonder Bred came out of semi-sweet retirement and demanded publishing rights to everything (dick!) but soon just played on the album because he didn't really have anything else to do. The good news is the album is pretty much genius. Actually, it is genius. Seriously ... you're going to dig it. Fellow pimp bakers, prepare the be frosted like a day-old german chocolate cupcake. Delicious.

Today is Kimo appreciation day. Happy Hour pricing on Kimo sashimi on the half-shell from 6-8pm. Why? 'Cause Kimo is only the baddish ash fish in the sea! He's a multi-instrumentalist/therapist. That's right, a banjo-flute-guitar-sax-vocal boy wonder ... and a certified, fully accredited Freudian therapist! Specifically, Dr. Wonder Bred's personal therapist for the past 17 years.

Recently he lead the humalien triplet lab rats through a series of past-life regressive therapy sessions with a Ouija board and a bottle of Captain Morgan's which ended mostly in tears (and an inflated invoice only a nutjob would pay!) Otto cried in his pigeon soup, Taboo stared at the wall for days while Intellijamus picked at a scab and watched Punky Brewster re-runs. So much for Kimo-therapy. Dr. Bred promptly chased him off the compound property with a kitchen knife.

At any rate, before that shit went down he laid myriad tracks on the new album, earning the nickname "themeo" for his ability to develop epic melodic themes that will absolutely make your head explode. So, basically he's better than you and is probably sleeping with your brother and/or sister. Sorry, but it's all true!

Yoda (and he was pissed!). Mostly that we hadn't finished the album yet. It's been something like 10 years, but anyway Yoda tore Otto a new one! Or ... "Otto a new one tore Yoda". At any rate, he's just a puppet. Seriously, Yoda is a muppet and it was cool to hang out, but his handlers were whack. Sorry for the brain fart, Yoda Fan Club, but your master is actually the puppet of masters.

Cozzi is busy mixing the tune Ride. It's about a boy and his bike and the the love that ensues. Think banana seat meets BJ and The Bear. Apparently there's some Red Bull out there that's going to use this song for some bike race or something ... it's supposed to be good for you.

Fame can be so destructive. Just look at us. World famous and we're such a MESS! I can smell a fresh round of rehab coming on ... or, "rehab, fresh round, smell it coming I do". Stupid m/puppet.

 ... so close that we're sending Intellijamus off to boot camp. He played some amazing bass parts on this album, but boy was he a little dick every session!  Time for some pushups and shutups, Intellijamass!

In album news, we're rounding the bend on this recording. Taboo has finished all his guitar work - solos & all! Drums ... check!  Bass ... check!  Keys ... check!  Vocals ... oh shizzle, the vizzles!  We'll get those done pronto.

The boys are at it -- first album in over a decade (lazy bums!). Working hard on the new 3SP album. It's ferocious, delicious and illegal in at least one country which will remain nameless (hint: Canada).  That said, the new album is guaranteed to rearrange your bowels. Prepare to weep upon receipt of said tunes, which can be expected in ... 2009. We're slow roasting it over an open pit, dearest Pimples, so cut us some southern slack. You did give us a decade. Otay, we be hurrying up already.

But get this. The only problem with working on an album is that it's so much fucking work! Sure, there's time for PLAY when somebody gets to solo or run around the room with a hot bong, but the rest is work, work, work. Dumptrucks are fun ... until you have to work with one. Then it's just a big old boring truck. The good news is we all LOVE drumptrucks. So, suck it WORK! We're going to play our asses off and special deliver you an audio truckload of topsoil and tunes, back it up and dump it on your front lawn. Prepare accordingly.

- Kimousine, Otto-pilot, Tabitha, Intelli-jelly-donut & Doc B

Hello sssssnake fans. Sssssssuper Sssssssonic Ssssssssoul Pimpssssssss will be playing at King Cobra on Cap Hill Friday, August 1st. As Otto is afraid of snakes please don't say the words "king cobra" or "snake" or "slither" or "tatter tots" as he'll run from stage like a redneck at a tent revival. Hmmm ... strange when an analogy is actually for real -- Otto is a redneck and he runs away every time I try to bring him to Mars Hill. Oh well.

Otto is also afraid of tatter tots as I served 'em "pipping hot!" when the boys were growing up. He burned a tatter tot shape in the roof of his mouth by age two. They never learn unless it hurts, I say.

Ssssssssseee you at ths sssssssssshow, ssssssssilly kidsssssssss.
(That is one gay snake lisp)

Hey kidz, bust out your Easy-Bake Oven Bongwater Brownies® and a bag of GORP (Good Old Raisins 'n Pimps) and hot tail it down to the High Dive in Seattle tomorrow night for a show not to be missed. Why is it not to be missed? Because if you're anything like this band, you're a loser extrodinaire and you know it! God bless you, child of 3SP. Come hang out with us and buy Taboo a shot of something syrupy sweet. A shot of tekillya will satsify the ever lovin' Intellijamus. Heck, you can buy Otto a haircut -- for the love of Mike, somebody puhLEAZE get that kid a new doo!

Okay, the deets:

High Dive
Fremont, Seattle, WA
Saturday June 21
set time: 10:30pm sharp-ish-sort-of

hearts & hugs,
da Pimps