Hometown: Wichita, KS
"Nobody ever threw a scarier shot of alt into alt-country than Scroat Belly, a bloody-mouthed, poo-flinging, bottle-smashing bluegrass-based nightmare that infused your basic Flatt & Scruggs high-speed plucking with metallic violence and a sort of PCP-flavored anarchy that at times recalled early Butthole Surfers." --Chicago Reader
Even today, more than 15 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.
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.
Video for "Drinkin' & Flailin'" on the DVD Bloodied But Unbowed: Bloodshot Records' Life In The Trenches.
"Why Don't You Haul Off And Love Me" on Straight Outta Boone County