Upon the birth of the Hoochy Girls a group of Nobel Prize winning intelligentsia gathered, conferred, debated, and unanimously declared that: This idea will amount to nothing but Bad News Bears. But, like Bruce Willis in Armageddon, we would not falter, we would not be discouraged. Our legacy is an epic tale of legendary proportions. We have sailed the seas of misery and hardship, scaled mountains of emotions, and survived an avalanche of dreams. Dark times have passed in which the name of ‘Hoochy’ has scarcely been uttered in these parts, other parts, or any parts... except private parts.
However, like a newborn Emperor Penguin, surviving on nothing but regurgitated fish from his father’s cold lips, or I suppose penguins don’t have lips, but they do have cloacae, which is pretty neat.
The time is nigh for a new era. An age of virtue and courage ,like we haven’t seen since Bruce Willis in Armageddon, is on the horizon. Whispers of a once-familiar sound echo through the valleys, the alleys, and over at my friend Sally’s.
Feast your eyes and ears upon this miracle of human creation...
The Return Of The Hoochy Girls

The Hoochys

Adam - Lead Vocals, driving the hippy Van, indecent exposure.
Mark - Bass, passing out in public, drinking responsibly.
Cam - Guitar, crazy suits, the superior beard man.
Dana - Beating skins
Mike - Alto Sax, fro-y hair, beardo in training.
Gare - Trumpet, causing trouble, AGD!.
Andy - Tenor Sax, Mack Daddy, Enjoys a good Wank.
Carson - T-bone, Jackin' off, the brass monkey.
Brett - Tenor Sax, Straight Edge, being a band slut.

Previous Hoochys
Crispy - Drums, we raised him right.
Andrew - Guitar, speaking the truth.
Geoff - Drums, wood work and greenery.
Kyle - Guitar, having baby smooth skin.
Pat - Keys, working for his dinner.
Dan - Bone, boning.