to the 'official' site of the BAND THAT NEVER WAZ: the Big Mama
From the strangely sublime harmonies - randomly leaping to an everfresh
groove -, to the grunt of whatever hormonal angst stands for, the
Big Mama Sound are the epitome of suburban creativity. Forget all
those cover bands and their stale return to a distant, dusty cupboard;
forget the nauseating production (or is it promotion) qualities of
them manufactured pretty boy/girl bands chundered all over the commercial
channels; forget all that self-conscious whimpering of those super-intellectual
acts of (im)moral righteousness.. This is the Big Mama Sound!
The primal scream of basic instinct; Mick Jagger in a Poppy King dream;
Jesus in the muthafukin'house!!! Hallelujah!