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Spunke says the band actually thrives on the chaos of a never-ending road trip. That twisted mentality shows in the band's music, which is as rich and fragmented as a Robin Williams monologue. Drawing primarily on ska and punk, the Meanies also toss in strains of metal ("Vote No"), klezmer ("Grandma Shampoo"), polka ("Polka in the Eye") and jazz ("Sunday at My Home")--all at dangerously high speeds. "There's too much clutter in our seven heads to be able to create a song that dawdles on a single path," says Spunke.
Which raises a question: How could a band that makes even Primus seem staid create a listener-friendly product? After a few spins of the Meanies' most recent recording, Kiss Your Ass Goodbye!, the answer becomes readily apparent: morbid curiosity. Just as one would be tempted to stare at a lunatic raging in a dozen self-invented languages, one is drawn to the Meanies' deranged sonic outpouring. The band happily resides on the fringes of what's deemed musically acceptable, or even classifiable. Pressed to describe his band's style, Spunke says he prefers the terms "carnival punk" and "skunk core."
Although Blue Meanies songs are frenetic, blue-collar themes plod heavily throughout the lyrics. "Tread," "An Average American Superhero" and "Johnny Mortgage" all present Spunke's take on the quiet desperation of a working-class nine-to-fiver. Alternating between angry hard-core and lilting reggae, "Tread" is about not letting the daily grind kill your soul. "Ain't gonna let you bring me down on the ground and bury me to my knees," Spunke sings, "pissed in a cup for minimum wage."
Spunke grew up in what he calls "a middle-class, Archie Bunker-type family" in Chicago. His father worked for the local gas company digging holes for 30 years, and his mother never held down a job until after she gave birth to Spunke's younger sister. Now she's a secretary. The self-described "meathead of the family," Spunke was the only one of his siblings to go to college.
"Spunke" isn't the Meanies' singer's "real" last name. He changed it after two groupies on the run tracked him down.
"They were waiting in my house," he recalls. "I had just come off the road, and there were these two girls talking to my roommates. It turned out I had met them at a show and I'd said, 'If you're ever in Chicago, look me up.' They were actually two runaways. I ended up taking them in for a week--did their laundry for them, cooked them dinner. After the week was over, they went home."
Lately, groupies have been the least of the Meanies' fan-related problems. Because the band dabbles in a wild variety of sounds, its music tends to anger ska purists, known for their feverish devotion to tradition. The consequences can get ugly. "People into punk are generally more open to whatever; they don't care," says Spunke. "But a lot of times ska crowds get militant if you mix a style. Or if you're not playing just ska, they'll walk out on you. Recently, a ska-looking guy took a sling at one of our horn players.
"I don't know if I want to call it a riot," continues the front man, "but there've been times when 30 to 40 people are slinging at each other. I don't mind people moshing and slam-dancing, but I don't think people understand you're not supposed to be hurting each other."
Spunke, who's performed with the Meanies for five years, is the only remaining original member of a band whose history is as convoluted as a Tolstoy novel. The Blue Meanies were born at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale, where Spunke and a group of other musicians got together in 1990 and named themselves after the villainous animated characters in the Beatles movie Yellow Submarine. Weary of the Carbondale scene, they soon packed up their amps and moved to Chicago, where they added a horn section and guitar player to their rock lineup.
Thus began the rocky road to minor success, which proved too rocky for all the initial Meanies but Spunke. At one point about two years ago, the band splintered and Spunke moved to New Orleans. Keyboardist Chaz Linde, trumpet player Jimmy Flame and sax man John Paul Camp III kept the gears grinding by luring drummer Bobby Taco and bassist Dave Lump away from a ska group in Madison, Wisconsin. Guitarist Mike Pearson, a friend of Camp's from college, also joined the fold. Two weeks before the new Meanies hit the road, Spunke returned to Chicago for a cram session with the new lineup.