Coffin Wheels

n the outskirts of the swampy Saint Petersburg there lays the Southern Graveyard. Once in the autumn of 2004 there gathered a gang of grave kickboxers, cattle-fighters and chainsaw masters. They sat on the tombs and crypts and drank burning vodka from the skulls and discussed their grave plans . Eventually they decided to terrorize the city with their dirty reverb vintage surf sound and thus wake the dead and make them flood the streets in their wheeled coffins spreading plague and diseases all around. The wickedest and the most grim of them put away his blood-stained chainsaw, took a Gretsch guitar and started writing surf songs. Look out of your window and never wonder if you see in your street a coffin on wheels at midnight.... At last we released our debut album which was recorded at Griboedov Club on 10th May this year. Te disc was released by labels Karma Mira Records and Wildman Records. Now it is available at Karma Mira Records Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.