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Last Updated: 12/30/2009

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Saturday, November 21, 2009 
Friday, November 20, 2009 
Sunday, November 15, 2009 
check it out. more soon.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009 
Thursday, October 22, 2009 
Download the first two beggars records "Sodomy & Failure" and "Pedophilia" here for free.
Saturday, May 02, 2009 
SIOUX CITY PETE & THE BEGGARS AT THE REDWOOD BAR AND GRILL
There was a time when preachers warned that the blues wasthe Devil’s music, that it was dangerous and would send you straight to Hell, but nowadays it’s usually considered harmless background music at picnics, sporting events and boating tours. But no one will be inviting Sioux City Pete & the Beggars on any restful blues cruises in the near future. These drifters from Iowa hammer down an awful, abrasive, scarifying, rumbling, crude garage-industrial blues racket that’s so hellishly loud, it buries most traces of its ostensible Charley Patton/Robert Johnson/Howlin’ Wolf/Cramps/Gun Club influences in a junkyard racket. Ex–Chicken Hawks guitarist Sioux City Pete stubbornly digs into generally taboo subjects (pedophilia, racism, genocide, Satanism, cannibalism and necrophilia) but not because he’s trying to be shocking or punk-rock offensive; he sees modern-day horror and cruelty as just being part of an unbroken chain that stretches back past the time Johnson first noticed the hellhounds were following him. Another recurring theme is how seemingly gentle, stout-hearted and steady Midwestern farmers are secretly boiling over with homicidal impulses, with Pete bookending his imprecations in raw swaths of distorted slide guitar. These are murder “ballads” that really do sound like murder. (Falling James).
Sunday, March 15, 2009 
Sioux City Pete prepare tribal, sexual Mill performance



BY DAN WATSON | MARCH 12, 2009 7:27 AM

Sioux
City Pete and the Beggars’ performances follow the philosophy of the
sexually driven rock and roll acts of the 1970s, often taking a tribal
and primitive spin.

Pete Phillips,
otherwise known as Sioux City Pete, and his bandmates bring a stage
presence typically unheard of in today’s average rock-and-roll show.
While the band doesn’t take the act as far as GG Allin — who was
notorious for inflicting injuries on himself and defecating during live
performance — “audience safe” antics are a major part of a Sioux City
Pete show.

The band routinely lights
frankincense and myrrh on stage, creating a signature aroma, and
members are not afraid to let their inner rock ’n’ roll souls flood out
during performances, creating a very “sexual show.”

Sioux City Pete and the Beggars will bring its act to the Mill, 120 E. Burlington St., on Friday at 9 p.m. Tickets are $5.

The
band has three CDs, Pedophilia, Sycophanticide, and Necro Blues, with
such songs as “Death Rattle” and “Voodoo Motherfucker” — hopefully, the
band’s dark influences are now apparent.

“A
night with us and you might want to bring your headphones,” Phillips
said. “It is very ritualistic, it is like a big exorcism. I just want
people to get down, shake around, and forget about the troubles of life
… but now I’m sounding like a hippie, so I’ll shut up.”

Around
a year and a half ago Phillips wrote on his website that his tour was
“utterly hopeless.” The veteran rock musician told his fans no one was
coming out to his shows, and he was feeling the effects of his band’s
bleak outlook.

Now, after a move to Seattle,
Phillips has re-formed his band and it is drawing attention after
putting together some other talented western Iowa musicians.

“I
went through about 20 musicians before this current lineup,” said
Phillips, whose band, Chicken Hawks, prospered in the early ’90s. “Most
of them were younger guys who didn’t realize how serious I was and how
difficult it is being to be a musician on ,,the road.”

Throughout
Phillips’ nearly 20 years as a professional musician, he has maintained
a certain ideology on what rock and roll should be.

“I’m
very anti-indie,” he said. “Indie rock has dealt rock and roll an
irreversible blow. Rock-and-roll musicians are not suppose to be your
average Joe with a guitar, they need guts; our tours are a crusade
against this.”

While Phillips is somewhat
disgusted about the state of rock ’n’ roll, he may have found a savior
in the genre of black metal. While Sioux City Pete and the Beggars is
often referred to as a “black-metal band,” the group is more complex
than that. Phillips said his band has a far more reaching influence —
mainly classic rock and roll and Delta blues tilted toward a
severe,,dark side.

Sioux City Pete’s outlook
on the rock scene stems from an early love of sexually driven 1970s
musicians such as Iggy Pop, Mick Jagger, and even Tina Turner. His
attraction to extreme musicians and music made it easy for Phillips to
like the 1980’s punk-rock scene, saying “punk was very violent and
political; it was like you were from outer space — that is how rock and
roll used to be.”

Thursday, May 01, 2008 
hey kiddies, get the Beggars classics "Sodomy&Failure" and "Pedophilia"
re-issued on Sycophanticide on one lovely limited edition CD. These early works of the Beggars were described by Razorcake as " John Holmes spoot shootin' all over the room, this band of bent and bawdy buttholes makes a mightily magnificent mess kicking the corn-crusted crap out of the Gun Club and the Immortal Lee County Killers with delerious disregard for regular rules of fidelity and finesse and fancypants fashion.

Nine noxious nuggets of blues-punk
bombast blast, bug-eyed, through turgid trashheaps and straight-up
sonic sadism, leaving lacerated lollygaggers and weeping windbags in
the wake of the aggravated aural assault.

"

order from
http://www. sycophanticide. bravehost. com/
Saturday, April 12, 2008 

from http://lineout.thestranger.com/2008/04/a_triumph_in_depravity

A Triumph in Depravity

posted by on April 2 at 17:06 PM

I'm still kind of trying to process what happened last night at the Funhouse. All I know right now is, Sioux City Pete & the Beggars played, they took their clothes off, I got covered in beer, and afterwards, they were all waaaay to nice to be as punk as fuck as they seemed on stage.

Behold! Photographs of near-naked girls and boys! For the record, they had their clothes on for a few songs, but those pictures didn't come out as good as the nakey ones.


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Thursday, August 23, 2007 

Sioux City Pete and The Beggars
Necro Blues
Steel Cage

Chickenhawks guitarist turns hoodoo head-hunter with this witching hour detour into a delta far darker and deeper than the Mississippi one it resembles on the surface. With sleeve pictures depicting scenes of general depravity and random dismemberment while littered with quotes from poets and revolutionaries to resonate among songs like Everyday I'm Dead, Playing The Murder Game, Death Rattle and Necrophilia this has it's eye on the sickness that satiates the world and oneself through sociopathy or self-destruction, rather than another trivial trawl through the murder ballads of yore. As such it does whip up its own impending spirit of bad moon doom and junked-up, juke joint, fire-playing peril. Grimacing and shaking with the Godzilla grind of The Gun Club and The Gories, and even pre-commercial grunge of Tad and the like, this is a great volley of vamped-up voodoo from the rolling monolithic riffing of Farmlands to the sloppy-ass shuffle of Whiteout and the sadistically rejoicing VooDoo Motherfucker ('I'll set that bitch on fire, fuck her in the ass till she die off') cranked up and clattering like they're making a crack-houses out of Louisiana crypts. All the while SCP wails n' hollers, not so much with a hellhound on his tail but as the one who trains and tames said beastie, but who knows full well the bastard'll turn on him in the end. A warped, twisted, uncompromising visitation of vile, sludgy maverick mojo-thunder blues that'll be sure to malinger in the space it'll cleave in your oh so susceptible soul.

- Stu Gibson