Fronted by the fearless, and occasionally lucid M. Incroyable, The Peculiar Pretzelmen have been kicking, stomping, screaming, and destroying stages, equipment, and minds since 2006. The outfit exists as anything between a two to a ten piece band pounding away at every type of tablescrap instrumentation they can cobble together.
Two full length albums, four EP's, and hundreds of shows, and tens of thousands of miles have cultivated a band unlike any other. The ethics and musicality of pre-World War II blues and jazz men ignited by the "post-everything" DIY mentality of artists too broke to buy into preconceived notions, and too angry to be convinced this mayhem could possibly fail.
M. Incroyable spends his time perfecting recipes and poisons, as well as writing songs with which to abuse the ears of all who cross his path. He is also available to officiate weddings, funerals, and antique shows.
Mr. Deacon, spends his time fixing the things that Incroyable broke at the last show as well as devising new methods to string/weld/magic together the flotsam of vaguely musical junk we rapidly acquire.
Party Paul spends his time apologizing and dry cleaning, also teaching children how to become better musicians if not better people.
Riverboat Gambler spends his time being mysterious and haunting the places where respectable people often opt not to go. He is rarely seen on tour as he as many obligations to his progeny, and occasionally the law enforcement agencies of various states.
The Douglas Lee spends his time figuring out how to make us all feel bad that all we do with glassware is drink out of it. Also he is a certified bird surgeon, and an expert at three different types of origami. If you see him, tell him to call home.