Dan Harvey: Drums
Jeremy Grobsmith: Guitar
Bradley Roach: Vocals

Previous members:
Aaron Retka: Bass
Derek Barnett: Vocals

Base of operations: Colorado Springs, CO

MP3s at www.myspace.com/3952931

Biography:
"Take the technical brutality of The Dillinger Escape Plan, the raw emotion from Gravity Records' discography, and the experimentation of The Locust and you would have a rough skeletal outline of The Great Redneck Hope's sound.” Skyscraper Magazine

Hailing from Colorado are the absolutely brutal Great Redneck Hope!  On this, the band’s second full-length (recorded by Kurt Ballou of CONVERGE), the explosive and chaotic quartet give thrash, punk, and metal a swift kick in the ass and straight through its chest…

Who would have thought that THE GREAT REDNECK HOPE would come from the mountains? But, yes, here they are, come to save low-culture from the evils of modern times. To put it simply, if all the guys from Orchid and a
hot, paranoid, schizophrenic, mathematician babe had four highly homoerotic and incestuous babies, and those babies decided to form a band, that band would be THE GREAT REDNECK HOPE. With the satanic guitarist, the pretty-boy yelper, the new-wave bassist, and the drummer who could smash your face in, THE GREAT REDNECK HOPE takes hardcore boy bands to a whole new level of dreamy crooning. “Behold The Fuck Thunder” is the monstrous full-length follow-up to 2003’s "'Splosion!" and 2002’s "Why Humans Think Computers Can't" 7"

Similar artists: Daughters, The Locust, An Albatross, Pg. 99, Dillinger Escape Plan, Usurp Synapse, Ion Dissonance

Discography:
V/A "Interpunk Local" Interpunk 2006
V/A "Solid PR Present: Volume 1" OTR Records 2005
"Behold the Fuck Thunder" Thinker Thought Records 2004
Bleeding Kansas/The Great Redneck Hope "Split 7 inch" 2004
V/A "If It Plays..." Thinker Thought Records 2004
"'Splosion!" Thinker Thought Records 2003
"Why Humans Think Computers Can't" 2002

Track Listing:
1. Whoa, Frankenstein! I didn’t program you to make out with boys!
2. Let’s fall in love over AIM so we can fuck when we meet at Cornerstone.
3. It sure does get lonely out here in the boondocks. Thank god for cock.
4. Call me old-fashioned, but I think trains are kick-ass.
5. Girl, are you pregnant? It’s not my fault! You seduced me!
6. Did you ever notice that “stat” is “tats” backward? Dude, that’s so tribal.
7. Cheeseburger Karma 2004: A Jam Odyssey.
8. Pssst! Hey, the lord is awesome. Pass it on.
9. My other car is a centaur.
10. Killing the wheelchair-bound as they exit church with missiles fired from helicopters is my milieu.
11. Are you there, God? Please help me stop masturbating.

Press:
"I feel compelled to disclose that this is a bit of a shameless plug for KRCC... but it's interesting, and a fine moment in our quest to shatter the national perception of the Springs. This past Friday night, KRCC debuted a show from WBEZ Chicago (the home of This American Life) called Sound Opinions. To welcome KRCC as a new station carrying the show, they opened with a segment that featured music from Colorado Springs, including an interview with Adam Leech and the music of the Great Redneck Hope. The rest of the program was amazing--devoted entirely to Joy Division." - Newspeak!

"Eleven tracks. Nine minutes. This is the Great Redneck Hope. Trying to come up with ways of describing them has taken longer than actually listening to the disc. I like this one, though: The Dillinger Escape Plan and Exhumed making music for those with ADD. Short blasts of insane intensity. Lengthwise, this makes Daughters’ Canada Songs sound like a Dream Theater live set. And, oh, those song titles! 'Whoa, Frankenstein! I Didn’t Program You to Make Out with Boys!' 'It Sure Does Get Lonely Out Here in the Boondocks. Thank God for Cock,' 'Are You There, God? Please Help Me Stop Masturbating' . . . sheer genius, although I would venture to guess that in true hardcore fashion, the titles have nothing to do with the actual songs. Maybe we can call this 'hardcore for metalheads who hate hardcore.' See? The CD has already finished, but I’m still wrapping up this review! I doubt you’ll find this in stores, so check them out online, Behold the Fuck Thunder for yourself, and go from there." - Dave "The Madman" Pirtle/Zero Magazine

"By that band and album name, you should be able to figure out what these dudes sound like, but I'll give you a hint: Kurt Ballou from Converge produced their record." - Scott Heisel/Alternative Press

"Sure The Great Redneck Hope are able to combine a barrage of brutal thrash beats, a fret board dexterity almost on par with The Dillinger Escape Plan, and pissed off growling vocals, but this is not what separates them from their contemporaries. On their new CD Behold The Fuck Thunder, it is their penchant for not taking themselves too seriously that make The Great Redneck Hope standout.

"Instead of succumbing to the pitfalls of being a “serious” hardcore band, like tough guy anthems or breakdowns that need to be ten times heavier than the last, The Great Redneck Hope are able to display a sense of humor and a flair for incorporating musical elements that are uncharacteristic of their genre. From a press pack that describes the band as taking, “hardcore boy bands to whole new level of dreamy crooning,” to song titles such as “Let’s fall in love over AIM so we can fuck when we meet at Cornerstone” or “Did you ever notice that ‘stat’ is ‘tats’ backward? Dude, that’s so tribal,” it is clear that GRH like to joke around, while their funk guitar breaks, samples of school teachers announcing, “It’s story time!” prior to a devastating thrash assault, and an interlude that consists solely of piano and cello show that they are willing to spice up the stale recipe of thrash song writing." - Matt Whelihan/www.punknews.org

"Disparate musical styles linked by an inherent need to grrrriinnnnddd and crammed into less-than-a-minute blasts of noise. High points include 'My Other Car is a Centaur' and 'Call Me Old Fashioned, but I Think Trains Are Kick Ass.' - Jimmy Alvarado/Razorcake

"in late breaking news scientists have managed to make charles manson twice as insane as he was in the 60s and have now cloned him three times and given all four hell-spawns the ability to play music. calling themselves the the great redneck hope, they are touring the country as we speak and are about to release a new record this fall. 'behold the fuck thunder' has even more of the intensity and technical musicianship of the dillinger escape plan with a dab or two of the emotion and creativity of an alone, level-plane, or gravity records act than their previous effort 'splosion'. the band also returns with ridiculous and humorous song titles that some say might be over done but its better than an 'untitled 1'. the only disappointing side: with eleven tracks clocking in at around nine minutes this release leaves the listener wanting more with its tremendous production values thanks to kurt at god city. 'behold the fuck thunder' is sure to become an instant grindcore classic, and the great redneck hope is sure to grow in popularity because of it. 9/10" - James/www.northeasthardcore.com

"Listening to The Great Redneck Hope is comparable to the confusion and chaos experienced in a traffic accident. While the nine minutes of "Behold The Fuck Thunder" don't necessarily pose the same health risks (unless you're experiencing it live, I imagine), the mind is left with a similar feeling of confusion or, more specifically, a wonderment of what just happened.

"Behold The Fuck Thunder" wraps up just when you start to get a remote feeling for it. While the longest song clocks in at a whopping 1:39 and most conclude before the one-minute mark, they're packed with a surprisingly vast array of parts. The Great Redneck Hope seems to be comprised of impatient, hyper musicians, though, so each passage comes and goes in a matter of seconds. Chock full of rapid blast beats, unintelligible screams, breakdowns and either complex or directionless (it's hard to tell) string plucking, this record is busy and ever-changing. Somehow, the band even manages to inject jazzy breaks at seemingly random moments, as well as entirely dissonant guitar riffing for variety, as if it was already necessary.

"I tend to enjoy the nine minutes of disjointed chaos, which is only improved on by the Kurt Ballou production. “Behold The Fuck Thunder” is well-played and there’s a definite feeling of excitement and unpredictability in every song. This sort of schizophrenic, spastic music has an audience, and I foresee fans of The Locust and Daughters getting into The Great Redneck Hope. The major drawback is that it would take more time to read through the random and lengthy song titles than listen through the duration of "Behold The Fuck Thunder." - Andrew/www.GeekBurger.com

"When a band is described as "four highly homoerotic and incestuous babies" born from "Orchid and a hot, paranoid, schizophrenic, mathematician babe" in the second line of their press-kit biography, the natural reaction is to do a double-take. In the case of The Great Redneck Hope, perhaps a quintuple-take is necessary. Behold The Fuck Thunder is the band's newest effort on Thinker Thought, and perhaps one of the most engaging records in a while. The eleven track CD runs in under ten minutes, with few to no transition between songs (which boast titles like, "Woah, Frankenstein! I Didn't Program You To Make Out With Boys!," "Let's Fall In Love Over AIM So We Can Fuck When We Meet At Cornerstone" and "Are You there, God? Please Help Me Stop Masturbating"). In essence, the record is like one 9:27 full-on immersion in a realm of noisecore that, though chaotic, is unmistakably mesmerizing.

"The ground that this record covers is incredibly vast. After the first track, which runs under 30 seconds, you've already moshed, swayed, grooved and kicked some ass. Though the record seems absolutely everywhere structurally, what's most jaw-dropping is the fact that the album is actually so crafted. The moods Thunder explores, instrumentation patterns, riffage, vocals and all other parts of the record truly fit into each other. Drums and vocals meld precisely in a way that couldn't be contrived on the spot without the help of some serious ESP. The intricacies and switches in tone are absolutely exact and very well executed. Great guitar riffs are present throughout the record, especially in certain breaks, and melody is even detectable in the undercurrent…sometimes. Vocals are very bearable, even though at one point in the record you are bound to go, "What the hell is he saying?" However, a realization that you will never be able to understand will hit you quite quickly, and you'll give up that conquest. Interesting choices are made with the screams like pulling back or pushing, giving the sound different emphases. Mathematical percussive patters also add to the mix; experimental endeavors like this that give Thunder such a comprehensive sound, especially instrumentally.

" Take a look at your iPod and realize you're already on track ten. The album melds so completely that a breather is almost impossible to grasp, which is a downside if your chaotic stamina isn't up to par. However, for some reason, it all works. If you don't like chaoscore, turn away and hide. However, if noise and complete structured chaos feeds your fire, you're going to die and go to heaven with this release. You'll laugh, cry, yell, dance salsa and shout "What the fuck!?" in nine minutes time. And, for lack of a key to unlock this album, you'll just press play again." - Meredith Turits/PunkHardcore.com

"Ten minutes can be an eternity. Take, for example, the Great Redneck Hope's new CD, Behold the Fuck Thunder -- a nine-minute-and-eighteen-second, eleven-track geyser of heaviness and schizophrenia that stretches (shrinks?) the idea of the "full-length album" to the point of implosion. It takes longer to read Fuck Thunder's song titles that it does to listen to the songs themselves. The disc's opener, "Whoa, Frankenstein! I Didn't Program You to Make Out With Boys!" is a neck-snapping 26 seconds of prankish samples, apeshit guitar and geometrically plotted pandemonium. Even at such speed, though, the band's inspirations are easy to detect: Besides the looming influence of Dillinger Escape Plan's jazz/metal gene-humping, the foursome has obviously ingested ADD-inducing quantities of the Locust, Daughters and probably those suspiciously missing demon-hamsters from the Quizno's commercials. Luckily, it's also obvious that the Great Redneck Hope (which will be celebrating its record release on Tuesday, August 24, at the Construct) is as inventive and imaginative as any of its better-known and equally fidgety peers. Forever never seemed so hyper." - Jason Heller/Westword

"Judging by the name of the band and the title of this album I didn't think there was ANY way that this record was going to be good, but miraculously the Great Redneck Hope (ugh! what a terrible name!) surprised me. I'm not sure exactly what I expected from a band who would shackle themselves with such a name, but whatever it was it wasn't the barrelling, grind-tinged screamo that I got. This is some seriously intense shit, careening into this unexpected listener with all of the impact of an unexpected cross-body-block.

"Though there are eleven songs on this disc, the assault is over in less than ten minutes (which means this music could have easily fit on a 7"). Each song has the focused, phasers-on-kill, knock 'em off balance and keep 'em there songwriting style and uncompromising brevity of bands like Daughters or even Anal Cunt, but the Great Redneck Hope also have a little bit of metalcore influence which shows up in the almost jazzy scales that run through the brief breaks in the action a la Dillinger Escape Plan.

"I would stop note how passe long, "clever" song titles are (a few of GRH's: "Whoa, Frankenstein! I Didn't Program You to Make Out with Boys!" and "Call Me Old-Fashioned, but I Think Trains Are Kick-Ass"), but GRH manage to stay on my good side by using that space (pretty much the only words associated with the music since the vocals are just garbled screams and they aren't printed in the booklet) to make fun of Christians, a responsibility that I think the punk community has been falling short on as of late. So, if you're not filing all of your Locust records next to your gouda and monteray jack just yet, pick this up because it's just the kind of old-fashioned whirlwind assault that will get you going." Daniel/www.DeepFryBonanza.com

Where did these guys come from? I'm surprised The Great Redneck Hope aren't on the top of everyone's playlist. As a matter of fact, before receiving "Behold The Fuck Thunder", I had never heard of them, or heard anyone speak of them, ever before. That's very curious considering this band is everything the fashionable, tongue-in-cheek grindcore kids love in a band right now. Their music reminds me of the newest albums by Converge and The Power & The Glory, if those CDs were condensed down to eight minutes and interjected with some self-deprecating humor. The Great Redneck Hope formula is simple - play as spastic, confused and noisy as possible... for thirty seconds intervals. Kurt Ballou and his Godcity Studios gave "Behold The Fuck Thunder" a bite that most grind bands don't have." - Danowar/Into-Obscurity.com

"if you take severely brutal metal, over the top technical guitars, whirlwind percussion, zany experimentation, out of place sound clips, a good sense of humor, four minds full of chaotic madness and one hell of a screamer, you just might come up with something as good as the great redneck hope. the eleven tracks contained on the disc are fiercly malevolent attacks on the state of hardcore, beckoning the likes of combatwoundedveteran and dillenger escape to join forces in a crushing blow to anyone that's expecting anything less than a raging hell-fire of sound."- TheSet-Up.com

"Gun racks and grind: what a damn good time.

"If you’re partial to intricate thrash movements and find the statement “my other car is a centaur” funny, you’re probably the Great Redneck Hope. If you channel your hatred of Colorado through trucker-speed grind, galloping, Fishbone basslines, and shifting, manual transmission riffage, you might be the Great Redneck Hope. And if your music’s so brutal it makes Dillinger Escape Plan resemble bubblegum pop; you just might be the Great Redneck Hope.

"Here’s the other important thing. The brilliantly-titled Behold the Fuck Thunder was recorded by Converge guitarist Kurt Ballou, the studio-for-hire responsible for the confrontational but crisp sound of such classics as Cave In’s Until Your Heart Stops and Converge’s Jane Doe. His presence is crucial to the compressed, pissed-off-sardines sound here. Only the tightest of engineers would be able to squeeze delicate details like a spitting harmonica, quirky samples (one favorite: clapping over someone saying “thank you, you really are a sophisticated audience”) and plopping puddle effects into a mess of an 11-track, nine-minute album. There’s even a sudden stop during “Girl, are you pregnant? It’s not my fault! You seduced me!” that plays like a violin and piano snippet from a stuffy classical concert. Take away the production, though, and the band itself proves to be a competent, well-lubricated death machine. Tech-metal snobs will marvel at the ease with which jazzy basslines and tickly riffs are fired off. The only problem is it’s over before it even begins. - Andrew Parks of Decibel Magazine

"They may have a stupid name and album title, but the Great Redneck Hope deliver musical destruction and pandemonium at a level rivalling the best in the biz. With 11 songs in slightly more than nine minutes, and titles like “Are You There, God? Please Help Me Stop Masturbating,” comparisons to other purveyors of the brutal and demented (Daughters, the Locust, Dillinger) are easy and, also, strangely appropriate. On Behold The Fuck Thunder, the Great Redneck Hope rampages through technical metallic freak-outs, crashing breakdowns, throws in the occasional odd Bungle-ish run or sample, spews ruinous vocals and annihilates everything remotely in earshot. Produced by Kurt Ballou, what could have easily turned into sonic muck retains just enough distinction so that even when you’re lost amid the maelstrom, you’re never that lost. The problem is, it’s just too damn short, and ends too abruptly; after being battered, abused and disoriented for nine minutes, a hug would have been nice before being kicked to the curb." - Chris Gramlich of Exclaim

"With the satanic guitarist, the pretty-boy yelper, the new-wave bassist, and the drummer who could smash your face in, the Great Redneck Hope takes hardcore boy bands to a whole new level of dreamy crooning." That's right: "hardcore boy bands," right there in the press material accompanying the band's debut, Behold the Fuck Thunder.

"The four guys in Colorado Springs, Colorado's the Great Redneck Hope are talented songwriters, but "a whole new level of dreamy crooning"? There weren't even any croons on this record. There was yelping and most of everything else these dudes could throw at you. But not crooning, and definitely not a whole new level of anything.

"Behold the Fuck Thunder is more a short blast of summary of what hardcore has seen in the past few years. From crazy time signatures and abrupt changes to the introduction of more metal-like breakdowns and the reinvention of the blast beat, the album goes even further to incorporate sassiness, overdone graphic design, and the color pink.

"But the press material is right about the Great Redneck Hope being a "hardcore boy band." These dudes are taking the safe road, despite the strategic "craziness" of their music. They are capitalizing on all the current trends, without emotion.

" With eleven songs in just more than nine minutes and no part lasting for more than three-millionths of a second, the Great Redneck Hope doesn't give you a chance to search for that thing that takes hold of you. It takes talent to piece together this much music in such short time, but in the end, Behold the Fuck Thunder is insincere. Despite its thick content, this record is fast and forgettable."

"4 out of 10" - Randy D'Amico in Prefix Magazine

"The Great Redneck Hope strikes again with Behold the Fuck Thunder (whose name I'm not sure will show up on sputnik). Fast and powerful, this quartet shows what grind is all about. The songs are too short to get boring yet suprisingly catchy. I'm not sure if you ever hear the same part more than once unconsecutively which is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. They use a suprising amount of melody while still keeping things properly chaotic. A number of samples litter the album from the open 3 seconds to the last half of "Girl Are Your Pregnant..." they are properly unfitting adding to the clear humor of the band. The song titles as you can see are excellent and very funny. There are so many great things to notice on this album. You have to asume that for a band with such short fast songs (song length average sits at 54 seconds) The drums are very grind-y and good, but not the standout. The standout is most certainly the guitar which is very stylized, jumping all over the place. As an example, in "Let's Fall In Love Over AIM..." there is a very clear blues/southern influnece. The bass is also quite good and usually, there is a cool interplay between bass and guitar. It's hard to say alot about this album because while it has just as many riffs and parts as most 60 minute albums, it is still under 1 minutes itself. I'd recommend this to fans of grind, tech metal or any core in general, especially fans of The Number 12 Looks Like You, Daughters, Into The Moat and The Dillinger Escape Plan.

"Pros: + Very technical + Original songwriting + Never repetitive or redundant + As catchy as something this short can ever be + Great Production

"Cons - Too short - Some might not find it serious enough.

"4 out of 5" - Sputnikmusic

'First of all, this disc has some of the best song titles I've ever seen. Honestly, how the fuck can you overlook songs with titles like "They Say The People Elect The Government They Deserve, But I Don't Remember Knife-Raping Any Retarded Nuns."? Sure, it falls along the lines of more chaotic hardcore like Men's Recovery Project, The Locust, The Blood Brothers, Melt-Banana and even some death metal at times, but the more I listen to this, the more it grows on me. Sure, maybe they're trying to be extreme, but isn't that a better option than, as so many other bands seem to strive for, sucking? At least this elicits some reaction other than boredom. And, quite honestly, it's really pretty fucking good." - Punk Rock Academy