THIS IS ARTWORK ONLY: NO ALBUM.

1/1.  Original art.  The only known original art of this band.  This is the sleeve art for a band that never released their album. 

Joe Pulaski (guitar/vocals): "The band name was just what some girls called us.  It was just an insult back that, like lame and poor.  We took it and went with it, like everything we did.  We were Pollocks, or Jimmer was part Indian, mostly Indian I think, and Mark's parents were maybe mick and wop, so maybe it was just me as the Pollock, but who knows, we were Catholic, except Jimmer, he was Indian I think, we were just doing like everyone else back then, a bar band doing covers.  But we just had no talent and no ear for music, none of us so the covers were awful.  Eventually, we maybe just embraced that, cranked it, blew the tweeters and just kicked it out.  We did a few shows at OD Acres, which wasn't a real venue or anything, but even there, they'd pelt us with beer bottles and wrenches and shout "Get a factory job!"   We had factory jobs, but when Viking Die Cast plant busted up the union and scabs took our jobs we were out of luck, left pissed off and dirt poor.  All we had was hearing damage, bad skin and chemical and furnace burns, and some cheap instruments.  That was the next step, when we had no dough, and didn't give a rat's ass no more, just played the best and loud we could, loud like the trim presses and junk at the die cast, like our lives.  We were on unemployment, living on Big Jug Beer and Jay's Potato Chips, literally, that's it.  It was a freezing winter, heavy storms.  We started recording songs on an 8-track in Jimmer's basement.  It wasn't an 8-track like in a studio.  It was an actual 8-track, with the cartridges, like you'd play in your car.  When the weather broke, we had planned to go to California or the Virgin Islands, but ended up just going to Detroit, and actually played there, and someone actually liked us, or maybe just hated us so much that they almost liked us.  It was maybe a joke to them, but maybe they liked something about us, or that's what we told ourselves, and Hideout was going to release a record, first a 45, but we just didn't seem like that kind of band to them, we just didn't have any originals, so we'd do an album, was going to release our album.  People think we were purposely doing awful covers, but the truth is we were doing the very best we could.  And with the idea of an album, we really tried.  We got down to it, got down to business, recorded our best songs, all covers, that's all we ever did, just didn't have anybody who could write songs.  Later we'd maybe say those covers of Vanilla Fudge inspired us, but really that was after the fact, or just what others said when they couldn't think of anything else to say and someone wanted to know what we did.  We weren't really trying to sound like that.  That was just the closest comparison people came up with.  If Vanilla Sludge was like playing a 45 at 33 rpm, we were more like the opposite, a 33 played at 45.  We were really inspired by this song by the Good Rats called "Joey Ferrari" we thought that was the best song ever, and also by Bob Seger, his cover of "Mountain High River Low" and later by the Alice Cooper Group, in 1971, and especially Seger's Smokin' O.P.'s album of covers around that same time.  We knew we could never be good like his band or sing good like him, but we could put that power and punch into the songs, put everything we had into it.  Of course, it might have still been awful, but it was the best thing we'd ever done in our lives.  We were fucking proud of it.  But major labels were threatening lawsuits when they'd heard what we'd done to their songs, and it was all eventually forgotten when the Hideout label folded.  We all moved on, had families, jobs and all that junk, and never played again.