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Mysterious acts of vandalism stopped abruptly in Chris Giunta's home town of Easton, PA, when he discovered the two bar chord positions at age fifteen. Amplifying his new-found skill, Chris blasted thru high school with his punk band The Clap. During college years in Pittsburgh, the testy young man brayed his feelings on the solo acoustic singer/songwriter circuit.
Sensitivity was cut short as Chris moved to NYC to form a series of bands. Roamin Ants, Hard Truth, and Fabulous Disaster all played East Village, Bleecker Street, and Brooklyn beaneries, whilst recording dozens of nasty little pop missives that eventually coagulated into the Custard Wally albums. He squandered small fortunes on diatribes such as HAVE A LICK, DAZE OF SWINE & HOSES, and his most recent luv edict, ESTROGENNIA DEMENTIA.
With fearless lyrics and gritty riff rock squaring off against snappy hooks, Chris has molded Custard Wally into an ongoing bowelburp of his unique blend of literary indignation and musical misanthropy. |
After running out of faces to punch at age 20 in Woodside, Queens, G-Rod started pummeling drums instead. With a backlog of innumerable musical influences added to his distinctive brand of self-taught savagery, he created a driving persona that ignites the back of the stage.
G-Rod's first bands, Blue Fox and the Marines, and Neon Leon, gigged frequently at Mudd Club, Trax, CBGB, A7, Danceteria, and Max's Kansas City. As a founding member of The Bullys, he toured, played hundreds of gigs, and recorded two albums, the first produced by Marky Ramone. Fisticuffs flew on what was to become his final night in the band in 2001.
Joining Custard Wally in 2004, G-Rod has brutally filled the seat of pounders past. A body builder and arm wrestler, the mohawk man enjoys a cold beer between flying phlegmhawks. His unique approach and dynamic onstage performances continue to violently agitate the shaved pate rabble.
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Matt DeSilva never touched a bass until he was 19. He started as a keyboard player and singer and picked up bass out of frustration when he could never find a bassist to play with. It turned out to be a perfect match because a year later, he was better at bass than he ever had been at keyboards.
Upon finishing college, he settled down permanantly in New York City and took on the role of bassist in the alternative rock band Tennessee Bird, who later (and wisely) changed their name to Atomsmasher. After a while, their music started going in a different direction from where Matt was headed so he decided to move on to something more Rock & Roll.
He played in a couple of best forgotten bands briefly before joining Toast, a 3 piece Rock & Roll band that took off like a rocket. Toast started packing NYC Clubs right from their first gig and within a few months, they were being courted by industry people and were featured on an MTV News segment about up and coming bands to watch out for. But Toast was plagued by exploding drummers - they went through 11 in two years. The drummer problem eventually tore the band apart. Matt moved on to a female fronted rock/funk band called Road's End, which evolved into Deck Of Odds.
At the end of 2003, Matt needed to take some time for himself so he left Deck Of Odds and took a year off from playing. But the urge to play never left his system and in late 2004, he started playing again as a member of Monolith and in 2005 he moved on to Custard Wally. |
Wally Alumni:
Eric Sanders learned drums at age eight by watching the Monkees television show on Saturday mornings.
In his 16 years in NYC, Eric performed in several bands, recording and/or touring with Tav Falco, Alex Chilton, Matthew Sweet and Eric America. After meeting Chris through an ad in the Village Voice (that would be a music ad, not a sex ad), he joined Wally, his favorite band. Together, they performed over 150 shows, with Eric using a drum kit and cymbals bought from a crack addict for $100.
Living in a cold, rat infested, abandoned building in Manhattan, Eric was also in demand as an actor, performing in over 100 plays, as well as in several movies, including Bright Lights, Big City. He ran six straight NYC marathons.
Together with his future wife, Courtney, Eric moved to Maine in 1998, where they now have two children. He is currently employed as a manager for a Fortune 500 company, and is the drummer for Tree by Leaf. They have no idea of his past.
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Rennaissance man David Fry was Custard Wally's 2nd longest member in standing, serving a 15 year stint aggressively fingering the bottom end of Wally's onslaught in the NY grimeholes. Master of the 5 string and all-round bassist extraordinaire, Herr Fry brought a fierce, well-planned attack to his music and prowled the stage with military efficiency and draconian authority.
A jackass of many trades, David has done extensive cancer research, rides and restores motorcycles, is an avid outdoorsman, ruthless hunter, and capable general contractor.
After decades of fighting savage cannibalistic cultural wars whilst residing in 3rd world Inwood, David rode his motorbike into the slumset in early 2005 and currently resides, like a masked wrestler, in "parts unknown". |
No one really knew what was wrong with the fair-haired Polish drummer boy who pounded suffering steel with the savage, unfettered fury of a hollering retard. Eardrums rattled and craniums cracked when mild mannered Joe sat down to timidly express his thoughtful musical inner rhythms.
"Polish Hammer" Joe Gurzynski bashed his way thru kuntry clubs, polka pits, and Rolling Stone tribute douche before joining up with Chris in his late teens in The Clap and, years later, coming to his rescue in Hard Truth and Fabulous Disaster. Joe's oft-amusing anecdotes, muttered whilst tending to his ever toppling kit, delighted drunks while his strong baritone vocals surprised those who had witnessed the rambunctious young rube nearly castrate himself by sitting on a hi-hat.
After working for decades in a glue factory helping toothless crones achieve a hefty boom-boom, beer guzzling Joe fumbled on with his ever brilliant decision making and moved to a dry county in southern NJ. Adding tinnitus and double metacarpal syndrome to his impressive resume, Joe sat down to watch a ballgame one day and never got up.....his crumpled drums lie rusting near a constantly leaking boiler in a house he doesn't own.
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