Tackhead (styled TACK>>HEAD, sometimes known as Fats Comet) are an industrial hip-hop group that were most active during the 1980s and early 1990s, and briefly reformed in 2004 for a tour. Their music occupies the territory where funk, dub, industrial music and electronica intersect. The core members are Doug Wimbish (bass), Keith Leblanc (percussion) and Skip McDonald (guitar) and producer (sometimes credited as "mixologist") Adrian Sherwood. Despite being short-lived as band proper (there are only two albums credited to the band "Tackhead"), the legacy and output of these groups of musicians has been prodigious.
In the late 1970s, Wimbish, Leblanc and McDonald were members of the house band for the Sugarhill Records record label and the trio of hip-hop artists known as the Sugarhill Gang. They were also the musicians playing behind DJ Grandmaster Flash's 1982 hit "The Message" (the vocal was by Melle Mel) and another hit "White Lines".
During a visit to New York City, to help with a remix, London-based producer Sherwood (already noted in the dub music scene) met Leblanc, and they began to collaborate. Soon the trio of Wimbish, Leblanc and McDonald were producing tracks on Sherwood's On-U Sound record label. One of their earlier collaborations was as "Mark Stewart and the Maffia", which featured Stewart, former member of The Pop Group on vocals. Their first LP produced under that name As the Veneer of Democracy Starts to Fade was amongst the most industrial, noise-oriented and uncompromising of the group's output, described by John Leland as "a scary mess of random sounds, spoken words, and tiny snippets of music, processed and distorted to a grating electric edge."
Talk about rock,
hard as a rock.
You can bet your last dollar that this groove is coming over me,
take your jacket off it's time to sweat profusely.
Chorus: I really wanna rock your body,
body rock your body.
I'm rockin' so psychotic I think you can tell,
now you see my logic like a bell,
I feel so robotic dancing by myself,
chance is I'm neurotic help me off the shelf.
Chorus
I've got my pointy shoes on the attitude is savage,
little skirts & funk me pumps I think my eyes are damaged,
my pants are getting tight & oh it's so hot,
twisted brains rot that's class rock.
Chorus
You better call a doctor to give me a check,
I think I know what's wrong,
a case of funk neglect.