The Space Heaters

Most of these guys have been around since the late ‘70s Detroit punk explosion and have been in too many bands to mention. These have included the Denizens, the Ramrods, the Boners, the Sillies, the Almighty Lumberjacks of Death, the Space Heaters, Hysteric Narcotics and the Waffle Hoppers, a band that never got off the ground.
For the past two years, the quartet has been practicing long and hard in a basement designed to look like a rock and roll club. Surfacing sporadically for a show here and there in and around Detroit, the four fellas are seeking to develop a cool sound that will please all the cool people, all the time, all over.

For the first year of their existence, his legendary coolness Bootsey X joined the band on drums before leaving practice in an uproar one night. X, who has always aspired to the highest levels of Detroit cool, said the group couldn’t hack it. “They could be a lot cooler,” X said at the time.
Down in the basement, the group hammered away. They wrenched, they retooled. They they broke up and got back together again. They sloshed down refreshments, chain smoked. Haloed in fog, Bootsey popped his head back in.
“It’s pretty cool, but it could be a lot cooler,” he said somewhere around the summer of 2005.
The Space Heaters quit drinking and smoking for five minutes. They mixed, they baked and they sampled the blend before they faced X again.
X pointed his thumbs in a skyward direction and yowled and yeeched like a razored bobcat.
“It’s cool,” he said. “It’s cool enough.”