Described as "Parliament-Funkadelic meets Aretha Franklin at a Jay-Z concert", Big Ol’ Dirty Bucket entertains with an energetic and engaging stage show that whips the dance floor into a frenzy and leaves every audience member sweaty and screaming for more. The band’s sonic elements pay homage to its influences -- 70’s Funk and Soul music spiced with touches of Latin rhythms and seasoned with a touch of Hip Hop -- creating a uniquely funky and fresh listening experience. The 10-piece band complements its seamlessly tight hooks and dance grooves with bouts of over-the-top musicianship, and the result is a sound and performance that is musically intricate and complex yet accessible to even the most casual music fan.

Fueled by a propulsive rhythm section and led by the powerhouse vocals of front woman Sarah “Lil’ Shrimp” Seminski, Big Ol’ Dirty Bucket surged onto the local Boston music scene in May 2010 with its inaugural appearance in front of a sold-out downstairs crowd at The Middle East. A cascade of well-attended Boston Area appearances followed the performance over the next year, including an appearance on the main stage of the 21st Annual Boston Freedom Rally alongside chart-topping acts such as Tracy Bonham and Onyx.

BODB's inescapable live energy launched the band into first place in the Wormtown Trading Co. “Battle of the Bands” in the winter of 2011, consequently earning them a midnight Saturday night set at the Strange Creek Music and Art Festival alongside jam band and folk rock legends Max Creek and Strangefolk. Since then, Big Ol’ Dirty Bucket has appeared at other festivals including Harry Brown’s Greenlove Festival, the Wormtown Music Festival, Harry's Harvest Ball, Uphoria Music Festival, and others.

BAND MEMBER BIOS:

Reverend Bad Funkalato:
The good Reverend Bad Funkalato was born under a bad sign in the blizzardous winter of 1977. Right from the start, he recognized something disconnected in the oneness of the universe, and by the time he was old enough to step up the boogie, he was already seeking the remedial harmony that would heal the world. By age 9 he had studied the great Eastern and Western philosophies and many lesser known spiritual practices with some of the most revered and respected philosophers, conduits and prophets of our age. By age 17 he was led astray by a serpent of a groove into the psychedelic wonderlands of sonic hallucinations. An audio-nomad, following the melodies and rhythms of nature to each next destination, he eventually found himself lost in the deep valleys of the universal sound-waves where he was finally discovered - fatigued, starving, and delirious - by a man of small stature but harnessing enormous spiritual strength. He was then physically carried over shoulder for 33 miles over 45 sonic peaks (how this mini-man accomplished this miraculous feat is still unknown in the same respect as the construction of the great pyramids) to what he awoke to recognize as the Ancient Groove Temple, inhabited by the believed-mythical 78 Monks of Funk. There he learned the secret ways of funk, groove, soul, rock, hip hop, trip-hop, R&B, DnB, breakbeats, jam, jazz, blues, ambiance, experimental audio landscapes, and everything in between. After studying with the Monks for 12 years, he finally made his way back to the modern world at age 30, where he built his own nomadic temple of groove. The temple was built in the soul, not on the land, and everywhere he went he preached the word of funk through the voices of the ivory keys. After three long years of wandering and preaching funky grooves, the good Reverend finally stumbled upon a small crew of similar-minded individuals, fellow seekers of the universal harmonious grooves. Working together to uncover the subtle vibrations that will unite us all, the Big Ol' Dirty Bucket was born.

Dr. Thump Von Funkingtonsworth:
Dr. Thump Von Funkingtonsworth was born with his future right in front of his face. At a very young age Thump, the illegitimate son of the noble Bavarian Baron Thelonius Von Funkingtonsworth, was sent to attend boarding school in the bucolic English countryside. It was in his early primary school years that Thump fell in love with Rock, Jazz, Funk, and Afro Cuban music. He soon discovered his affinity for playing bass and the corresponding shaking booty that a groove would induce. Somewhat of a child prodigy, Thump graduated from Oxford University at twelve and earned his MD in OB/GYN at fifteen. However no matter how hard he studied his father, Baron Von Funkingtonsworth, was never satisfied. Not even when Thump became Europe's youngest licensed Gynecologist. Dr. Thump quickly decided against opening his own practice and instead began studying the correlation between funky low frequency rhythms and their interaction with the female booty. Dr. Thump's research took him to dance floors and drum circles all over the globe analyzing these shaking booties on all seven continents. Now, after ten long years, his quest for finding the perfect booty shaking groove has lead Dr. Thump Von Funkingtonsworth to America and the Big Ol' Dirty Bucket where he aims to perfect his technique and thus finish his dissertation on the enigma of the booty shaking groove.

Funk "EZ Money" McNasty:
In 1988, Funk "Easy Money" McNasty was found all alone, deep in the jungles of Mongolia as a small feral child who had been raised by a pack of wolves. He was saved from the perils of feral jungle life, and taken in by a member of the Fujitsawa clan--a secret ninja clan whose roots stem back to the 1200's. From the age of 8 onward, Funk McNasty was raised by the Fujitsawa ninjas, who trained him in the ancient, secretive, and lethal art of ninja guitar playing. At age 14 he brought his craft to Boston, where he began blending his traditional ninja guitar style with Afro/Soul stylings. Drawing on the chunky rhythm styles of Funk, Soul, jazz, and fusion, while paying homage to lead guitar heroes, such as Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Hazel, and Buddy Guy is the way "Easy Money" crafts his own funky sound, which he serves up fresh each day for Big Ol' Dirty Bucket, and anyone else who cares to listen. When he's not gettin' totally funky, Funk McNasty likes to spend his free time… well, gettin' totally funky! Just make sure you stay on his good side, though; thanks to his ninja guitar training, Funk "Easy Money" McNasty can kill you with just one note!

Trunk "Captain Junk-thunder" MacFunk:
Picture it, a dark, sweaty, almost stanky basement in Southern New Orleans, June 1980. A nice night for this time of year, a great night for two lower class used record store owners and local musicians, Martha and Marvin. Martha “Bucket O’ Wings” McNasty and her man, Marvin “Funky BBQ” MacFunk, close up shop and begin making some sweet, dark, sweaty, and almost stanky love...within minutes “Bucket O’ Wings” pops out what seems to be a perfectly assembled baby boy. A divine miracle? Maybe. Read on.
What happens next changes everything. The two brand new unsuspecting parents give the baby boy a wooden spoon and a small empty paint can. The boy, aptly named Trunk “Cap’n Junk-thunder” MacFunk, starts tapping the paint can with the spoon and unleashes these rhythms and patterns neither parent could believe. They gave him a small drum set and let him start whaling. Within days, Lil Junk-thunder was doing sessions with big time New Orleans funk/blues/zydeco/bluegrass groups, and he couldn’t even talk yet!
Fast forward twenty some-odd years. While adult MacFunk still isn’t speaking, he’s been busy performing and recording all around the world. After a late night session in Boston, MA he wanted to go somewhere dirty, grimy, moldy, to remind him of home. He walks into a little Mexican joint on the corner of Washington and Munroe in downtown Lynn, MA to find two similar looking guys at a table when suddenly without warning, Cap'n Junk-thunder felt a vibration climb up through his throat as he effortlessly uttered his very first words - "Who ordered the funk rancheros with extra soul and a dirty groove on the side??" After a few minutes, he realizes that he’s sitting across from his half-brother, Funk “Easy Money” McNasty. Funk is eating burritos with another cat Thump Von Funkingtonsworth, they had just started a new project and needed a drummer, so Trunk decided to go and jam with them. Within minutes, a random pastor from the local church or something runs in, funk bible in hand, and begins preaching the word of our savior Al Green. Upon completion of his preachin’, this Rev. Bad Funkalato begins tickling some ivories and thus completed the core of what is now the Big Ol’ Dirty Bucket. Since that fateful night, these four have perusing the back alleys of downtown Lynn and Boston for more Bucketeers to join their family.

DJ Don Funkitron:
Galactically conceived and born of light, the interstellar son blazed with a metronome heart, a musical soul. From the beginning, DJ Don Funkitron was blessed with beats that freely flowed from the tips of his fingers and his tongue. He constructed temples of funk and sonic sanctuaries dedicated to his aural gods and goddesses; deep meditations on good vibrations.
Though the path to the present was long, hyperspace drums and warp-drive bass nourished the Don during dark days in the zone of zero funkativity. From the Horsehead Nebula, Funkitron arrived with a megaton blast. Thunder struck, and the place was fucked; but the righteous groove prevailed. Neuromantic masses moved their asses. Time stood still inside his mind as the wheels of steel bumped rhythm & rhyme. And it was good. And so it was again, supernatural.

"A"-Supreme:
"A"-Supreme, a professional horn player since the age of 0, was recruited by Big 'Ol Dirty Bucket after his brave actions singlehandedly saved the lives of several band members who were caught up in a vicious life or death musical battle against a gang of roving impostor funkateer bandits.
On the night of November 23, 2009 as Thump Von Funkingtonsworth, Trunk MacFunk, Funk McNasty, and Rev. B. Funkalato were leaving a prestigious Thanksgiving Gala at the Royal Palace of The Everlasting Groove, they were unexpectedly ambushed by the grisly gang of bandits, high on crystal meth and wielding X-Box "Rock Band" instruments. Subsequently, the members of The Bucket found themselves unarmed and in the streets, playing "air" instruments in a duel to the death, against well equipped, ruthless funk impostors. Just when the gang had Funk, Thump, Trunk, and Reverend "B" backed into a corner, Thump broke a string on his air bass, causing Trunk MacFunk to lose concentration and drop an air drumstick, and suddenly things took a turn for the worst. Then, suddenly, the most beautiful, greasy, fat, ugly, funky, stanky sound filled the cold night air--it was the sound of an Alto Saxophone, and it was goddamn funky. So funky, in fact that it weakened the gang of roving impostors and brought The Bucket back into their zone of funkativity. As the gang of methed-out bandits dropped to the ground one by one, their plastic Rock Band instruments shattering and exploding from the force of the glorious funk, the smoke cleared to reveal "A"-Supreme standing tall, like a figure of justice in a dark alley of hopelessness. Upon realizing the powerful sound of his funky saxophoning, The boys from The Bucket knew they must find a way to align their powers with "A"-Supreme's.
“A”-Supreme originally hails from the M.I.T. laboratory, in Boston, MA., where he was born in 1979 in a test-tube by scientists as part of a top secret government experiment to create genetically superior high school gym teachers. In 1980, when "A"-Supreme was only 8 months old, biological anomalies occurred within his controlled environment, causing the experiment to go drastically wrong; "A"-Supreme developed a saxophone growth from his breast bone to his waist. Alas, scientists tried desperately to separate the Saxophone from “A”-Supreme's torso, however, at the time doctors deemed it medically impossible to remove the saxophone without risking a chance of mental guitardation. Scientists and doctor's agreed that the baby "A"-Supreme would look less awkward with a saxophone growing from his torso, than a guitar growing out of his forehead, so they left it alone. As the years went by "A"-Supreme mastered his natural ability to play, and has appeared with many talented artists.

Ivan "the Funk Czar" Funkerardovich:
In a small village quite far outside of Kiev, sometime in the 1970s, Ivan Funkerardovich was born to a small but proud family of poppy farmers. As was popular amongst young and hip poppy farmers in small villages quite far outside of Kiev at the time, Ivan's parents were big into disco-polka. It was a very sad childhood indeed for Ivan... As soon as he was old enough to go out on his own, Ivan left home in the Ukraine and headed for the big city and bright lights of Moscow.
He found a job working as a taste tester at a gruel factory and settled into a small studio apartment in the cloudy party of town. He was eager to find some new music to get that damned disco-polka out of his head, but alas, he was broke and couldn't even afford a radio... He had heard whispers of a sound that could part the clouds and bring the sunlight, but as the months passed, the clouds remained and still the disco-polka beat was stuck in his head--like a knife in the side twisting at exactly 120 beats per minute.
One cold and cloudy November evening, the Soviet government declared uplifting sounds illegal and those who made them were enemies of the state and sentenced to life in the Gulag... Little did he know, but this was the best news Ivan had heard in a while. In fear of the Gulag, many of the people of Moscow threw away their record collections, and during what had become a regular routine of dumpster diving for food that wasn't gruel, Ivan came across an old record player and a crate full of record albums. He snuck them back to his apartment and began to look through the albums. On their covers were pictures of people in brightly colored outfits with big hair and shiny instruments. He knew that if he were to be caught listening to this music, he would surely be imprisoned for life--but he just couldn't stand it any longer!
He pulled out one of the records and put it on--and as the worlds "Rollercoaster of love" echoed throughout his apartment, a bright shining light pierced through his window... The entire cloudy part of town was basked in sun for the first time, and there was pandemonium in the streets! The power of the funk had changed Ivan's life forever, and he was never to return to the gruel factory. He took whatever money he had saved, bought a trumpet, and disappeared into the underground Moscow Funk Resistance. Over the years Ivan "The Funk Czar" Funkerardovich committed the crime of Expressing the Funk in underground speakeasies by night while avoiding the KGB by day. He brought the funk to many a poor soul before the long arm of the law caught up with him. In the late 80s, Ivan was was stripped of his horn and shipped off to the Gulag for a lifetime of hard labor.
Rev. Bad Funkalato sensed an uncomfortable disturbance in the funk force and set out to find the source. His research led him to the Russian Gulag, where he found The Funk Czar trumpetless and in chains, being forced breaking rocks with his bare hands. He summoned the members of The Bucket and they staged a daring rescue, giving him a trumpet and bringing Ivan back from the depths of the Gulag and delivering him to the heart of funk city--Lynn Massachusetts. After taking a few days to recuperate, The Funk Czar jumped into the bucket, lifted his horn, and blew the funk once again.

Big Bone the Funko Sapien:
Big Bone the Funko Sapien was born over ten thousand years ago in the Fertile Crescent. After spending the majority of his youth frolicking completely naked in majestic gardens and bountiful apple orchards, he decided to travel to North America to pursue a career with the Native American Department of Wildlife Studies. While in transit a random moon shift altered the tides, which affected the Gulf Stream, and he ended up in Greenland instead of Nova Scotia. He abandoned his watercraft and while traveling over the tundra was abducted by a rare and violent albino Sasquatch. He narrowly escaped with his life, but became disoriented in a snowstorm and was frozen solid. Centuries later he was discovered, in the early 1300's, by a band of nomadic hybrid Celtic/Viking warriors. He assimilated into their culture, spending afternoons playing ancient competitive forms of cornhole and beer die, and evenings smoking pipes in yurts, listening to music. Music that was completely stoic and lame because the flat 3rd was punishable by death at that time. Ultimately, he found life unfulfilling because funky beats hadn't been invented yet and he willingly froze himself again, refusing to live in a funkless environment. Then, in early 2010, Cambridge Ice Company harvested a block containing Big Bone and inadvertently sold him to a local club...a club where funk superstar A-Supreme happened to be playing that night. Mistaking him for an old friend, A-Supreme handed the Funko Sapien a slide trombone. Picking it up like it was a familiar tool from the copper age, Big Bone immediately belted out some of the funkiest, dirtiest, most prehistoric shit ever. A-Supreme then took out his map, pointed to Lynn, and described in vivid detail the funkiness of its inhabitants. Big Bone migrated there without delay and was soon inducted into the Bucket Tribe of Funky Cohorts. The rest is history.



Lil' Shrimp:
Little is known of the actual life and times of the Lil' Shrimp before joining the Big Ol' Dirty Bucket.
One widely believed legend claims that she was discovered in her infancy by a group of traveling gypsies when on a park bench her mother was feeding her and the most delightful sound omitted from her mother's teat. But accounts collected by members of BODB show this starlet of crustacean's rise from being just another bottom dweller began one summer - a long time ago - with a small advertisement for sea monkeys in the back of a carnival comic book given to a little girl named Aretha, who wailed a high C for several days until her mother sent a money order for the box of goods.
When the colony of brine shrimp arrived, Aretha was ecstatic for company that would listen intently without their ears bleeding as she sang her heart out 24 hours a day, 6 days a week (on Sunday she had to go to church, and after church, like God, she took a day off).
Every morning that summer Aretha awoke to feed her baby shrimplings and sing to them songs of love, loss, victory, friends, and parties... interlaced with soul-moving spirituals.
While most of the colony swam around incognizant that the vibrations were being caused from a human voice and not an earthquake as they expected, a Lil' Shrimp was soaking in the sonic booms, shaking not only her little tweeters but the very core of her being.
Like all summer romances meant to end, September of that year Aretha carried the brine shrimp to the pier, and dumped them into the ocean. For the next few years, Lil' Shrimp swam searching for the sonic booms in the wide blue yonder until one day she became so frustrated that she wailed a high C for several days. This proved treacherous for many sailors in the area which later became known as the Bermuda triangle.
One day a weary traveler by the name of Reverend Bad Funkalato came sailing in from many months at sea and was caught up in a whirlpool of sound. He was instantly sucked to the bottom of the Atlantic, where he discovered the cause of the catastrophe; a Lil' Shrimp nesting on a stone, wailing like nobody's business. Rev B Funk stayed at the bottom of the ocean until his face turned blue, so Lil' Shrimp carried him back up to shore. In return for saving his life, he saved hers by welcoming her into the Big Ol' Dirty Bucket before a Bubba Gump ship nearly whisked her away. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.