Historians still can’t agree on what really happened that October evening in Heubach — only that something slipped loose from the laws of musical probability. Eyewitnesses at QLTourRaum Übelmesser recall the moment six total strangers stumbled onto a stage and, without warning or prior coordination, accidentally became a band.
Guacamole had once met Fred — possibly at a petrol station, possibly in another dimension — but the rest were unknown variables. Within minutes, though, the math of chaos turned melodic. Rhythms collided, harmonies argued, and out of the friendly wreckage came… music. Nobody knew who was supposed to start, so everybody did — and by some cosmic clerical error, it worked. The chords behaved, the drums made sense, and the keyboards began telling the truth. Somewhere between the third solo and a dangerously flat minor ninth, destiny cleared its throat and tapped along.
The crowd howled. The lights flickered. A single bass note escaped into the night and hasn’t been seen since. Whether they’d played a concert or opened a portal remains uncertain.
By the following morning — October 19th, according to the survivors — the musicians accepted their fate: they were now Filthy Brillos. The name meant nothing, sounded slightly illegal, and therefore made perfect sense.
Since then, scholars have catalogued the Heubach Phenomenon as either luck, alchemy, or an exceptionally funky statistical error. Whatever the explanation, the Brillos continue to defy tempo, gravity, and occasionally the stage floor itself — proof that sometimes the universe just wants to jam.
Armin: Keeps the groove unpredictable and the band awake. Once built a snare out of an old suitcase.
Sebastian: Can turn any chord into a Zappa moment. Known for making synthesizers confess their secrets.
Sascha: Half rock prophet, half stand-up comedian. 100% genius. Once sang a whole gig without a mic, yet everybody heard him. Genius, I say.
Guacamole: Mixes funk, fuzz, and food metaphors. Plays every note like it owes him money.
Fred: Part-time pianist, full-time sonic anarchist. Quotes Zappa, Bach, and Monty Python in the same solo.
Flo: The quiet storm. Once accidentally invented a new tuning and decided to keep it.
