Trippo Marx

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I ate something that disagreed with me. My stomach boiled & churned for years until I finally threw up. I kept on throwing up and throwing up and throwing up until I had enough to make a record. "But", I thought "surely vomit cannot be enough material with which to make a record." "You're right", I conceded to myself, adding "and don't call me surely...is that even a proper name?" Anyway, I found some scrapings, some smegma, some schmutz, some leavings, some detritus...you get the idea. Then I put it all together and it all turned out rather special...VOMIT PLATE SPECIAL that is. And as always it goes great with your favorite ipecac or effluent spritzer. ENJOY! MWHAHAHAHAHA!

Hello there it's Trippo Hello there it's Trippo Hello there it's Trippo Fucking Marx yes it's Trippo...I have been composing music & producing recordings in Austin since 1989. I play guitar mostly, but I've been known to play (or at the very least make noises with) whatever I can get my hands on including bass, keyboards, drums, drum programming, midi programming, computer programming, toys, tape recorders, household objects, etc. Sometimes I say strange things and people wonder.

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Vomit Plate Special

Trip #17 for 2022: Oops, I upchucked again! Don't worry, this time I recorded the results and it made for a good special, just what the doctor didn't particularly order. Ten tracks culled straight from the dampest, most foul smelling area of the Trippo Marx Virtual Vault featuring strange guitars, moody mellotron, and the ever-popular strange voices saying strange things. Perfect for deliberate attempts to ruin dates, parties, or other social occasions.