With a substantial repertoire of radio-ready toe-tappers, Manatee forged a head and carved a niche in the still yet to burgeon field that will most certainly be known as Metalgrass. Shocking and alarming the good citizens of the Student Ghetto from march of'90 to the fourth month of that year, this as yet unheralded juggernaut will not soon be forgotten by anyone who lived within 3 blocks of 1327 NW 6th pl.

Will Dudding(if in fact that is his real name)is a fraud! He can't play bass any more than he can play halibut. To his credit, however, it is known widely by a scant few that Will was the one who left scrawled on the back of a subpoena the following: Party Barge Weekend (Death From Above) Will Dudding was, in fact, a sort of Sid Barrett for Manatee for about half a solstice, writing lyrics and ideas with seasoned rice in the form of a tabala or mandala. He always insisted the rice be seasoned with asafoetida. When no asafoetida was forthcoming he would settle for Smack Ramen. "7 for a dollar" he would croak triumphantly. Will found ultimately that he couldn't write with Ramen -too crumbly- and subsequently embarked on a soul-searching sojourn which mostly involved bartering vegan burritos for Deadshow tickets and gas money. Will may have drunkenly scrawled a seeming non-sequiter on a warrant for his own arrest(which later became the title of Manatee's court-mandated Boat Safety Awareness Album), but to assign as much credit as so many do to a mere ship in the night belies the fervidity of stalwarts like Stonus who kept the neighbors engaged all night writing songs with nothing but a broken kettle drum and some firecrackers.

I called the cops on you.