Hometown: Wichita, KS US

Even today, 10 years on, people at Bloodshot come to fisticuffs when talking about the most polarizing Bloodshot band ever, Scroat Belly. In the most recent dust-up, Steve held a CD tray sharpened into a plastic shank to Rob’s neck until he agreed to put one of their two glorious albums back in print. It didn’t take much convincing because Rob knew his life was cheap compared to the cult-like fanaticism that beats in the heart of Scroat Belly true believers.

You know half the members of this band from their subsequent time in Split Lip Rayfield. And if you know anything about that band, you know they bring a ferocity to the stage unmatched this side of a terminal case of rabies. Well, Scroat Belly makes Split Lip look like the Partridge Family.

Over the years, people have tried to categorize the uncategorizable. It can’t be done my friends, and that’s what makes the legend of Scroat Belly endure. The feedback, the fiddles, the "what the fuck?!?"

The Kansas Heartland can be a cold cruel place. Two of the most infamous things that it’s ever produced are In Cold Blood and Scroat Belly. When you can read the former for laughs you’ll be ready to understand the latter.

Compilation Tracks:

"Drinkin' & Flailin'" on the DVD Bloodied But Unbowed: Bloodshot Records' Life In The Trenches