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Char Hodder
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Char Hodder Brilliant swansong from a brilliant band. I am not sure how a band that sounds exactly like what you would expect a Mike Patton/Frank Zappa collaboration to sound like could also sound so damn original. Pushes genre nearly to the breaking point. I wish there could be more. Albums and albums more. I never tire of Überband. Favorite track: Layabout.
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Octopus-4 Fun and skillful like the best Frank Zappa. Salmon Boots is a masterpiece and the song in "fake spanish" makes me laugh everytime. But most of all they were great musicians and their songs are full of jazz, rock and everything else. It's a purchase that I'll never regret Favorite track: Salmon Boots.
Cyril Glaume
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Cyril Glaume Encore un bon poil meilleur que Live In Poland, Hamstrapped est un « EP chant du cygne » qui nous fait amèrement regretter la fin de l’aventure Überband. Plus multiple et facétieuse que jamais, la Fusion barjot pratiquée par ces Américains est de celle qui parlera aux fans de City Weezle, Faith No More ou encore des espiègleries d’un Waltari.

Pour en savoir plus: www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/uberband-hamstrapped-6368.html
Favorite track: Horse.
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Oompapayayo Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapleggyogahoum Papahoum Papayayo Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapaleggyogahoum Crepe paper Hang up the balloons Cake will be delivered soon Don't walk away! You know Bottles in your blow Don't walk away! You know Baubles in your snow Don't walk away! Uno, two, trois, vier! Medical assassin mother Patting ass and spreading butter Finding God and fighting chancre sores Cotton candy cookie cutter Price is right, now pull the rudder Puppy poodles peeing on the floor Zocalo of sugar high The pedal pushers riding by She pop a pill and fantasize the past Strapped up to the ceiling While the domma papa's reeling Pierced pinata set to take another lash Karada Kinbaku So you think you got many more options? Candy...Candy...Candy likes to drop out. Make it drop. Oompapayayo Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapleggyogahoum Papahoum Papa Yayo yayo yayo yay Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapaleggyogahoum Oompapayayo Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapleggyogahoum Papahoum Papayayo Sikkatikkahiyo Oompapaleggyogahoum
Layabout 06:32
Hey there, layabout! Upsey-daisy, little lazy. Dump your crazies in the medicine drawer. Breathe easy, puppy snout. Dark and morbid, tough and torrid You haven't bathed in 39 days, You look unpresentable. Rise up stiff and stout. Don't you sittle in your piddle and Never waste another day of your life. So bounce up out of bed now, if you can. Wash your pillzies with a black and tan. Try to ignore just how futile we are. Ritalin, Wellbutrin Cialis, Get some o' this. Run! I want you all to look at me! Look at my face! Look at my elbow face! (Awaken the great child within.) Methadone, I condone. Lithium, Come get some. Success is only as distant as your aversion to violence. Awaken your spirit to the possibility of serenity, comfort, and fat, fat cash. Always be embracing the failure of others. Stand in observance of this moment, the present, right now. Be here now. Now, think of drugs and pussy. Follow your bliss. And by "follow your bliss", I mean hemptyer...(reading glasses)...And by "follow your bliss", I mean "pimp your loved ones for money." Nobody loves you.
Slowly 04:53
Slowly holding your fishtails Calling me Andrew Holding my calls Slowly searching for Walter Redrum and halter Picketing malls Slowly dripping your juices Fraction reduces Larry to Paul Slowly into your toolshed Red, black, and bruised After the fall (Fake Spanish. Nobody in Uberband seems to speak genuine Spanish, despite their desire to add a Spanish verse to this song. It's reprehensible, really.) Slowly! Bup bup bup bup beedeeah Bup bup, etc. Why won't you feed her? I'm no Bob Seger!
Salmon Boots 05:03
Well, everybody wants to know Why you wear those salmon boots Well, everybody wants to know Why you wear those salmon boots They are stinky from the sea They're pinker than a baby's knee I ain't got no capers on me So why you wear, why you wear, why you wear Those salmon boots? Say, why you grabbin' on my smock When you got one of your own? Say, why you grabbin' on my smock When you got one of your own? I gots a smock and it is mine It's made of rainbow colored twine You gots your own and that is fine. So why you wear, why you wear, why you wear Those salmon boots? Why can't you explain the necessariness To wear those fishy salmon, salmon, salmon, salmon boots? Why can't you get your own smock? Salmon boots Sockeye shoe wear 'Laskan loafers Fried portoise rind, wine and dined Disappointment! Lace up your face With appointment! Smoked hollyhoke Mogadishu! Tail set to poke Do da dishes! Cut off the fins, slop the bins Cut the belly! Dill mustard sauce Sidewalk smelly! Watch where you walk Pampalona! Steelhead clogs Minnesota!
Horse 07:01
Little Missy Lambskins Caught a ride to Austin Smiling like a pumpkin She never left the mansion Without her mascara Or her box of sparklers Hey, now...A mount came out of nowhere Hey, now...A darkened, manic steed Well, well...I wish I could have told her to never, never trust an equus! Horse... Hyperkinetic screaming organism A thousand warnings would never be enough To rend your body primed For defense against the shiny-coated fiend With a brain the size of a walnut rind Neighing odd-toed ungulate Large, terrestrial browsing mammal You should never trust an equus, and neither should you. I knew of a girl, yeah Looked like Farley Mowat Went to do the garbage Horsey looking sideways Wire hair and long man Got the girl busy Hey, now...Well, the horse, he showed his teeth Hey, now...Painted on like O'Keefe Well, well...I wish I could have told her to never, never trust an equus (C'mon, girl...) Horse! Hyperkinetic screaming organism Let him hold your mop!
$5 03:30
Hey, Bjorn! Don't you owe me $5? You're a communist! And you owe me a $5 dollar! And I wanna, I wanna buy a taco Maybe two fish tacos to put inside my belly $5! Canteloupe salad! With a little bitty squirrel Where can I buy me an apes? Howzizbout in Sweeten? One more Southern-fried spicy fished lightning Greased up to put inside of my hungry, hungry belly $5! I'm totally serious about the situation we got here Gimme back my money, you silly Norweigan slut You Norweigan slut! $5


released November 11, 2016


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Uberband Los Angeles, California

In the year 0001, UBERBAND was born, rising forth from the womb of a giggling dragon, vorpal sword in hand, "rawk" in its collective heart.

Today, Uberband is made up of four demonic geniuses who gather their extensive musical vocabulary of metal, jazz, punk, funk, and skiffle to roboticize a new brand of music - gonzo rock. Fueled by the nipples of groupies, they persist.
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