Jim Lingo - vocals
John Roman - drums
Jeff Schreckengost - guitar
Be it a greedy mayoral judgement or three rabble-rousing post-teens from Pennsylvanian's
steel capital, Pay Toilets are clearly a bad idea. Guitar, drums and ramblings spew forth from
their crusty amps, strings only staying in tune for as long as it's necessary. Hints of
the Minutemen and Monorchid are cranked up to eleven with a brazen Candy Snatchers attitude in the realm of
audience safety. Vocalist / ring-leader Jim Lingo takes the "no fear" credo past machismo and towards
embarassment, wildly igniting the energy and himself. The rhythm section keeps this makeshift boat above
water, which ironically places 5th on the "liquids most likely to be tossed in the air during a Pay Toilets show"
list. There are more than enough "freakout" punk bands, yet only the Pay Toilets can deliver the nihilistic attitude
in such a catchy, furious, genuine sound.
Although a relatively new group, Pay Toilets are no strangers to punk dives both far and wide,
as members have conspired with Microwaves, another criminally-underappreciated Pittsburgh area band, famous
for their Voivod meets Goblin mischief. Taking the peculiar, unsettling aesthetic of Microwaves to a more
primitive level, unwilling to let any scabs heal or puddles dry.
With their first vinyl release on White Denim, Pay Toilets churn out a sticky punk record, the audible equivalent to
a pebble in your boot. Tracks vary from psychotic babblings to nervous anthems, yet all go down in a single
Pittsburgh City Paper interview
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