Hailing from a Sub-actuality Bubble (a micro-universe beneath reality), The OVOIDS are a group of hyper-tonal monks whose style of music is difficult to pin down: Voodoo Celtic, Electro-Dweeb-Bop, beat poetry, cheezy Lounge music attitude with elevator-music type backup vocals. The tunes span the gamut of musical styles: Reggae, 1980s New-Wave sounds, spoken word, Celtic, shopping mall MUZAK. Just imagine a milkshake made from dweebly electronic computer blips and ancient Celtic instruments (like the tin-whistle, Irish flute, bodhran, mandolin). Just imagine Druids meet Cylons, Mennonites meet Devo, and you will get a hint of what The Ovoids are like. You'll probably hate it. We don't understand why we do it, but we can't stop. There is some strange reason and some strange compulsion. An addiction to cheeziness, perhaps - just as you *have* to lick that flourescent orange powder from your fingers after you polish off a bag of Cheetos, we have to keep playing this stuff. It's bad and you know it is, but it's SOOOO good.

Ral-Clan (lead vocals): Hi, I don't know what we are doing here.

Luftonic (drums): We're supposed to talk about the band.

Ral-Clan: ...er...okay. I don't know why anyone would want to listen to this music....I dig it, but who else would?

Ronkor (synths): ...Well not many, but maybe someone.

Ral-Clan: Yeah, it's just pretty dweeby. I mean, I like that, but who else is there that might be stunned enough to listen to this drivel?

Frentzkor: (bass) ...now your making me depressed, Ral-Clan.

Hudson (winds): Heck! This Music Rocks the dweeb realm!