"I wanted it to sound like the film score to a freight train flying off the tracks", recalls bassist/singer Erik Sanko of his vision for Skeleton Key, "but a freight train that was filled with flowers." That dichotomy has been the bedrock upon which the signature sound of Skeleton Key was built. Somewhere in the place where the tragic meets the comic, and the sacred meets the profane, Skeleton Key has carved out it’s own unmistakable niche. "It’s where safecrackers and ventriloquists come to have a beer."
Now, a mere eight years and two albums later (the Grammy nominated "Fantastic Spikes Through Balloon" on Capitol and "Obtainium" released on Mike Patton's Ipecac label), the blissful chaos shows no sign of flagging. "We're the ambassadors and missionaries of our own delightfully cryptic version of subterranean New York rock. We're like medieval Crusaders, minus the torture part." reports the ever-ebullient Mr. Sanko.
Accompanying the low ended lope (and high-ended yodel) of Mr. Sanko is the relentless garbage bashing of Benjamin Clapp, the twisted, reptilian skronk of Craig LeBlang, the corporeal pounding of Sean Sankey.
Source: http://www.skeletonkey.org/skeleton-key/biography.html
