Someone was leaning on the front doorbell at our East Orange studios. Afternoon fill-in TK Folger opened the door and saw a five-member band, Tallowcross, and their manager, who explained they were booked for an interview. Folger knew nothing about it. He apologized, said he was busy, and tried ending the matter. The band persisted; they'd traveled far, and weren't leaving. A prolonged argument ensued. Disgusted and outnumbered, Folger opened the door and ushered Tallowcross into the studio. He switched on the air mics -- then walked out. The band was stunned -- but their manager jumped in as host/interviewer. An existing tape excerpt reveals these witless pinheads rambling vacuously in chaotic cross-talk. Every ten minutes they exhaled long enough to treat the audience to their equally boring album. It was the band's pinnacle of celebrity. They don't even merit a Google hit. Dec. 18, 1983.
Artwork by Robert Piersanti