Orange Taylor is a rapist asshole from Ypsilanti. We think crime is funny.

We'll play live up your goddamn ass. We would love that shit. We had this one time where we didn't play a show, and it was totally badass.

The internet makes it easier to pirate software to make music. And mp3's make it easier to hear only really good Bread songs.

Yeah, but only if they wanted our souls. We'd sell out crazy fast and dress in some crazy flamingo lookin' shit. That shit's def.

Orange Taylor is a three-piece 4-track project featuring Evan, Eli, and The Chef. It's also a rap group with just Evan and Eli, and, lastly, a noisy rock group featuring this Zach dude on drums and this f***er Brandon playing a baritone guitar or something. We play guitars, because bi***es only like guitarists. Except for raver bi***es. They like DJs.

Ween, our dads, that fat guy from Bowling For Soup, Ice-T, Wu-Tang Clan, Electric Wizard, Arnold Palmer, Emerson Lake and Palmer, King Crimson, Butthole Surfers, Nirvana brah, Early-ass Chili Peppers (none of that "Faggot California Faggot-ass we're gay" shit), Jane's Addickshion, Goldie Lookin Chain, Alex Fives Experience, Clawfinger, Norwegians, Motzell, Mott The Hoople, Bloodrock, The Frogs, other dad-rock shit, Basehead, NWA, fat folx.

Buttho Park

Fo' Trax, Nutsax, Microphonez, Low Tones, No Parkin' Zones, sum guitarz, and SARS, drums, cymbals, BASS, Petals (of a rose!!!), and our own satan-given voices.

Anything else goes here! Fag.