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"He does everything loud," Vivion says of his bandmate. "He coughs loud—even snores loud."
As a result, the live show finds PVC Street Gang channeling the noisy physicality of Frank Black into a more modern, garage rock sound.
McGaha doesn't mind the comparison, but it's one he's heard before: "Because I'm bald and round, it's easy for folks to compare us to The Pixies," McGaha says. "But I think there's more to us than that."
And, of course, he's right. Floating around in PVC Street Gang's intelligent mixture are elements of The Fall and The Clash, other bands that were great—although certainly not great-looking.
"We understand the thing about ugly bands making great music," McGaha says. "I mean we've all seen Joe Strummer's teeth. We also know that in this business, especially these days, in order to be successful, it's about looking a certain way and being a certain weight. That's not us."
Even without "the look," though, PVC Street Gang appears on the road to bigger things. Not bad for a bunch of plumbers.