Formed in Copenhagen, Denmark but really gelled in Cologne, Germany at the 1996 POPKOMM festival when Patricia, playing with Peanut Pump Gun, met Kim Nekroman, who was playing with Nekromantix. They bonded over a mutual affection for the sounds of Blondie, Depeche Mode, Siouxsie and the Banshees, surf, punk, ska, and good ol’ rock ‘n roll. They taught each to play the other’s instrument and pledged to write songs that held no loyalty to any particular style a principle HorrorPops incorporates into its sound to this day.


In 1999, two songs, “Ghouls” and “Psychobitches Outta Hell,” from HorrorPops’ 7-song, press kit-only demo, found popular affection on the Copenhagen club circuit and the band bolstered its lineup with the addition of ghoulish go-go dancers. They continued to play to fervent crowds throughout Europe and Scandinavia, then recorded what became Hell, Yeah! Upon hearing it, friend and Hellcat honcho Tim Armstrong, promptly signed the band. [read more=”Read More” less=”Read Less”]


Bring It On, as you’ve no doubt deduced, is the title of the band’s second album for Hellcat Records. Written, rehearsed and recorded over gallons of beer and Jagermeister in various LA locales, the album is a raw, focused, playfully rabid attack. In a very real, very loud way, the record dares the listener-in a hail of slashing guitars, wrecking upright bass, frantically focused drums and quasi-cheerleading backup vocals-to bring it on, come join the fun or, as HorrorPops proclaims on lead track “Freaks in Uniforms,” go na-na-na-na-na-na yourself.


HorrorPops spent the better part of 2004 touring with The Offspring, Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards, and the Punks vs. Psychos tour. They also did two European headlining tours, performed live on BBC1 and Jimmy Kimmel and appeared on the main stage at Hootenanny. At every stop, crowds thrilled to HorrorPops’ shows and storied throw-downs.


“We’re going to break some rules and flip a finger to all the freaks in uniforms,” say HorrorPops. “We’re tired of them dictating how we’re supposed to look or play. We do what we do. If you can’t accept it, go “na-na-na-na-na-na” yourself.”