The low desert area of Southern California is a breeding ground to some of underground music’s most well regarded and celebrated acts such as: Kyuss, Fatso Jetson, Unsound, Masters of Reality, Yawning Man and of course Queens Of The Stone Age. DIY generator parties, legendary venue Rhythm and Brews on Highway 111 in Indio, CA and The Desert Sessions recordings played a big part in the development of the scene and for having music audiences and players looking to the area for new artists/bands to emerge since then. 　　 　　However, what sets desert natives You Know Who apart is that they’re not a Kyuss clone at all, they play fast, heavy and technical punk/metal, the polar opposite of what mainstream music press has coined the desert sound to be. You Know Who consists of Mike Pygmie, Dylan Brown and Greg Saenz who got together in 2009 after cutting their chops in such bands as Excel, Dwarves and Invitro. What best describes their sound is taking the technicality and complex time changes of Bl’ast, mix in the speed and tongue n’ cheek humor of Suicidal Tendencies and Mr. Bungle and the virtuoso musicianship from each guy that forges a sound as harsh as the desert heat on a summer afternoon. Trust us, these guys have chops!! Since they brought their music to audiences across most of California and have shared the stage along such bands as: Jello Biafra & The Guantanamo School Of Medicine, Kyuss Lives, The Freeks, Dwarves, Angry Samoans, John Garcia, Agent Orange, The Chuck Norris Experiment, Nick Oliveri & The Uncontrollable, Mondo Generator & Fatso Jetson. 　　 　　On October 13th, Self Destructo Records will release the debut album by You Know Who on five hundred pieces of all white vinyl that are packaged in hand numbered silk screened covers with design and illustration created by graphic artist Casey Howard. Recorded and mixed at Dead End Studios in Palm Desert, CA and mastered at What? Studios in Denver, CO, the album consists of eleven tracks of crushing crossover metal/punk that we feel is a throwback to the days of yore when skate punks would head out from West LA to a Discharge/Anthrax gig at the Reseda Country Club and slam dance themselves to sleep. Songs like “Save Me Jebus” are chock full fast paced riffage and drop of the dime time changes while “Marshall Stacks in Alcohol” is circle pit inducer in itself from start to finish and “Chinese Shoes” is a breakneck verbal/sonic assault against multinational corporations incorporates Jello Biafra worthy lyrical content and humor with D.R.I. speed