Pushmower

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Band Bio

These 7 friends graduated from the Universidad Salesiana de Bolivia in La Paz with various degrees including Criminal Justice, Biology and Law. Deciding to celebrate the occasion with a road trip, the group set off for a vacation in Mexico. Late one night, 2 weeks into the trip a man offered to pay for them to extend their sightseeing into the U.S.A, something they had always dreamed of...

2 Days Later: Luis and Pedro lay dead on the barren, hardscrabble earth of the Chihuahua desert. Just moments ago the friends had finally opened their "supply" backpacks and found them laden not with food and water, but rather bricks of white powder, sealed with black plastic and stamped with a small red monkey.

Upon this discovery, Luis and Pedro had thrown down the packs, and attempted to run back the way they came, back towards home. A high caliber rifle round impacted the back of Luis's skull, killing him instantly, seconds later another shot rang out. Pedro fell face forward with a shattered spine and severely damaged internal organs.Seeing a puff of smoke rise from a nearby canyon, they realized they were being watched, and with a quick panoramic turn, spotted 5 more bright reflections, the sun flashing off the optical scopes mounted on high powered, high accuracy rifles. They knew that had to see this horrible turn of events to its completion or they would certainly meet the fate of their unfortunate friends.

After surviving the loss of their friends Pedro and Luis, the remaining members of the group proceeded to cross the Rio Grande river and met up with the men collecting the backpacks. Things looked bad, as the smugglers noted the two missing men, (they, in fact had been told of this through high powered 2-way radios a day earlier) they began to scream at the group, and one criminal starting to circle behind them with a small but evil looking automatic handgun.

At that moment, the clearing by the river was suddenly lit up like daylight. A voice boomed out from above "Do Not Move. You Are Under Arrest. This Is The United States Drug Enforcement Agency." Agents poured in through the bushes as both the smugglers and our friends from Guatemala ran out of them. A gunshot rang out, then another, thirty seconds later the small weapons fire started in earnest and quickly reached a crescendo, one shot indistinguishable from another as smugglers and federal agents killed each other in a confusing, moonlit firefight somewhere deep in the Texas desert. The friends, stopping after running over a mile at full speed heard the last of the shots ring off into the night, then all was quiet. After a blessed ten seconds of silence, the wailing of sirens started to come from behind the men, and they knew they're only chance was to go North, into America and into a new life.

Taking the only job available to undocumented individuals in the area, the men began cutting yards and mulching flowerbeds, constantly in fear of the immigration authorities finding them and sending them back home, where they were sure they would be killed by the smugglers, who they figured assumed they had tipped off the police, leading to the raid on the hand-off point down in Texas that night 8 months ago.

While caring for the grounds of heavy metal legend Ty Straagerstrom's U.S. retreat, they were assaulted by a large man, screaming at them in a unusually accented half-English. He procceded to throw paving stones at the men, as he chased them across a large expanse of grass, finally cornering them near a small duck pond. "Slaaarrrrg" was the cry of the filthy, wild eyed white man, as he took a step forward, as if to charge, then landed face first in the soft mud bordering the water. The men debated for a short time over whether or not to let him suffocate in the thick mud, and a consensus to save him was reached, this was decided based on moral judgment and potential profit motive.

They moved the unconcious man to the front of the main house, and rang the bell. A butler answered, and without saying a word pulled out a phone and made several calls. He then proceeded to prop up the unconcious mans head, which had been hanging slack over the back side of a wheelbarrow. Then 3 large men appeared from somewhere behind the house, 2 arms and 2 legs were grabbed, and a very intoxicated legendary musician was hauled off to sleep off a monumental buzz. The next day the men were told to report to his office by their boss, they met the large man, and explained what happened. Partially out of personal gratitude, but more out of publicity and legal fears, Straagerstrom decided to make the men an offer they couldn't refuse. Fame. Money. Power.

They, of course got none of these, at least not in any serious quantity, however they are now eating food, and "that mowing lawns bulls**t" is through. Touring throughout the U.S, one step ahead of a Mexican death squad, the Immigration Department and the average metal band... this... is... PUSHMOWER!

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Albums / EPs

No tengo gusto de él aquí. Date Released: 8/28/2008   Tracks: 6 Sales: 3   Listens: 5 Deep double meanings and slow setting social messages lace this amazing record by the band Pushmower. These unknowns arrived on the metal scene just a short time ago, but have generated more buzz than any new band in the last 20 years. While the messages are veiled in this deepely personal album, one thing is clear, these young men are loving life and want to share a message of hope in a context the youth can understand and relate to. Take a listen today!