The ragtime retard is fixing a new recud in the caravan.
it'll be out sometime this june 2011.
along with a re-issue of all the back catalogue 2004-2010.
then he's banging his thing over to europe in august for some touring.
yep. dang.
more shit soon.

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"Made For Chickens by Robots is a one-man-band. Times seven, but still only one man. A megaphone, a suitcase, a guitar and some other interesting instruments (read: I have no idea what else he was playing) rounded out a very bizarre but intriguing act. In the absence of words to describe the scene on stage, I'll lift the blurb from the website:

He can count to 3 in seven different languages. He uses only the finest selection of low quality factory-rejected farm animals, such as a moo moo cow, a bah bah sheep, and a billy goat that sounds more like a broken moped than a goat, to authenticate his sound. One-man-cowturd-band from Stinker, Australia, MADE FOR CHICKENS BY ROBOTS plays resonator guitar, bangs a suitcase and an icecream can with his feet, conducts a choir of Australiana farm animals, and mumbles incomprehensible rubbish through a bullhorn megaphone with just the one mouth and four limbs he was born with.

So. That's him. The megaphone made for some fantastic DIY sound effects, and they fit well with the slightly thrashy old school rock/blues/garage/sideshow sound that came from the stage. Despite my furrowed brow and my difficulty in comprehending exactly what I was seeing, the oddly catchy tunes caught me by surprise and I found myself enjoying the show. It's a must see for anybody who likes... well, either doesn't like anything or loves everything really, because there is absolutely nothing I can compare the music to. All I can say is get along to a show and attempt to figure it out for yourself."

- Melbourne Live Reviews, Jan, 2008

 

“What else do I recall besides being scared the hell out of my trip by a fucked-up male choir shouting at maximum overdrive the German national Anthem? One man-band, MADE FOR CHICKENS BY ROBOTS, an Australian dude who managed to pull off a set dwelling and strolling the frontiers and boundaries marked by either DooRag or Guitarfucker. Basically this was country-drenched, gravel-and-sand ditched broken blues from the Australian outback, heavily layered in tones of big city smog. I was mighty intrigued by the metallic, semi-acoustic guitar this guy played, which reminded me of the early stages when rural country blues went up north to become slightly electrified.”

- Up Yours fanzine, Belgium, August, 2007

 

"This is astonishing. It is either the future of music or something else. Recently played Tasmania, and the live show is even better than the record. Or more good in a different way. If he ever comes back from Europe, go see this, I personally guarantee you will have a good time."

- Triple J viewer review, Dec, 2007