Churchy Bottom
...a clean bottom is a happy bottom...
click on the underlined melodies below to be tranported to the land where our music roams free:
Churchy Bottom is here to promote conscientious personal hygiene and conspicuous whiskey intake.
 

But most of all, we just want everyone to love their bottoms. Think of where you'd be without them.

 SONG LIST:
bottoms up!
been a long time
lipstick & fuel
* * i got luck
the pretty song
smokin' yer brand
healthy girl
five bucks
* * traffic
* sodomy x*mas
* daddy's angel
* mistletoe tea
bloody monday soundtrack
kind words people have to say about Churchy Bottom:
  • "makes me ass move..." Small Box Magazine, 2000
* originally on the "Plowed" Xmas compilation by the 
Hot Buttered Elves (see links below)
* * originally on Sunshine's tender Valentine's  "SuperLove"
 
..a clean bottom... 
the debut CD is available for 
$10 plus $2 S/H (check, M.O.) to
8557 cashio st + la + ca + 90035
  

Spank Us Electronically! [email protected]
 OR charge it at CD Baby!
BUY the CD!

 
 
 
Art!!
See the Bottom Gallery
send us in some 
lovely Buttock-related artwork 
   and receive a free CD - 
please attach on email above
 
  

Buy stuff for your bottom and your whole body!
(picture of our t-shirt & mug to come)
Bun Warmers:
Put Your Cheeks Together For:
Mother Hen Bottom - bass, guitar, piano, vocals, harmonica & bodily noises
Pansy PushyBottom - drums, guitar, vocals, keyboard & sputterings
Willie White Bottom - vocals, guitar, keyboard & groans
Screamin' Bean Bottom - our brand spankin' new drummer
with added sparkles by:
Dara and Erin 
Babette the Christmas Fig
Buck the Butch Bottom
Our Story:
Mother Hen was raised by a minister and a freak, learning to bang out gospel songs while secretly deciphering evil, capitalist Christmas songs. After staying up nights and doing a little time, Mother found himself sitting his firm buttocks down on some brick steps in Philadelphia when Pansy strolled up.  Pansy, born in Texas, raised in her own mind. They shared cigarettes & crushes and before long he was teaching her to ride his motorcycle and saving her from one too many scotch moments. Or trying to save her. . .
Sadly, they separated...  
Years later Pansy found herself in LA, of all places. Mother called, said the blizzards of the east were breaking his spirit. He needed sun. Pansy suggested that they move in with Willie White Bottom - a boy she'd met on a temp assignment. Willie, the master of trivia. The original butt slapper. The recovering Jehovah Witness who digs Pynchon, voluntary vomitting and the hairdresser who comes to his house. Mother agreed. They soon turned their garage into Monkey Butt Studios where they hang two-bulb chandeliers, wonder about roaches and bang around until they get grumpy.  
Eventually they realized they needed someone to complete the band. Enter Screamin' Bean,  who'd mentioned she'd like to be a drummer. Bean, the An-i-mal of the westside. Gourmet chef. Football junkie. Sage burner. Now proud Churchy Bottom drummer. 
Now the only thing missing was someone who could really sing . . . nah. . .
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