Never have so few given so little to so many. Check out the band history (entirely true), or the pages where Lobo, Mojo, Blanka and Ramon spew venom on a semi-regular basis.

Various and sundry trifles,really. Stop by the ubiquitous message board, the Poem-o-Matic, and the newly revived Words To Live By. Then take a showerin a vain attempt to wash off the sin.

E-mail the band or suggest a song for us to destroy. All submissions will be given due courtesy and consideration.

And then pooped on.

A sordid collection of photos, most would be best forgotten. They live on in testament of what not to wear and who not to drink with. Your bare bottom is probably in one of them.

Featuring the skinny on upcoming Gobos shows, random updates, and whatever else we feel like spewing out of our heads. Deal with it, pink boy!

The Early Days

Early reports of Gobo sightings are sketchy at best, but all available evidence indicates that the band pre-dates photographic history. This photo was taken on September 17, 1862, just prior to the battle of Antietam. (Lobo, Mojo and Frodo shown seated from left to right.) "Those days, like, sucked," Frodo offers. "We didn't even have a drummer. And I had to play that gay flute. What's it called? A fife?" Things would soon turn around.

Matters improved considerably with the introduction of Ramón Ramone (pictured at left). Even conoisseurs of Gobo trivia are unaware that the band's swarthy Latin drummer began life as the poor black son of a freeman sharecropper who picked up sticks to drum for the 51st New York regiment. "Even in those days, the core sound was there," he muses. "I was drawn in by how their ragged sound belied the intricate harmonic underpinnings, even if in retrospect they were just a bunch of honky crackers."

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