The High Brow of the Low Brow: Hailing from Baltimore, Marilyn, home of Forkupines and TV Ray Vaughan (inventor of Tabasco brand toilet paper), former members of Witchnozzle, Hanover Fist, and The Great White Shart have escaped accusations of Piracy in High Space, heavy fretting, and accessory to the black breath of Spaghetti Lee. Pulling from decades of influence attributed to ZZ Top Gun, the March of the Bumblebees, and Hannibal Lectures, Sweaty Mammoth is here to ensure your ears are sufficiently Tyrannosaurus Wrecked. Beware all dimplegangers. There's only one band glissando enough to bring the fury of a Sobertooth Tiger with low down melodies rivaling that of pioneers Scooby Doom and the Misery Machine. From the Areola Borealis all the way down to Napalm Springs, Sweaty Mammoth's carnage asada is Haulin' Oats in a way that'd make Charles 'The Hammer' Martell Proud. With the musical stylings of the imp of the perverse, we promise to keep you guessing "What Would John Goodman Do?" Well we'll tell you what he'd do. He'd champion the bentathlon, churning Styx Packs into high gravity opportunities. Seasoned with sheep brains and pig hearts, every song is a tasty little electric hors d'oeuvre for the next. Heat up your goatmeal hotter than a heretic's fork and get ready to be displaced like a fish out of waterboarding, as you tap your toe to a phantom limo of roulades. Hey folks. We've been playing music for a decade, shows since 2015. We strive to deliver the highest quality prehistoric sludge to your ears in a kind timely manner.