The Screaming Clams, a garage band of a vintage local to the West San Fernando Valley and environs was launched amid a frenzy of drunken buffoonery in the back room of a Canoga Park print shop, where some of the initial members were employed. Clam lore can be quickly described as a blues-based misogynistic philosophy best appreciated at a loud volume accompanied by adequate supply of beer or other libations. The Clams first hit the streets at Sneaky Pete's of Reseda, a bar much frequented by bikers out of the Simi Hills. There, initial reception of Clams music was a combination of consternation and mystery. After some deliberation and more beer, the pronouncement came that "Clams music is infuriating." And so it has remained.

The band went on to regale many gatherings at similar watering holes, particularly at the Instant Replay of Canoga Park, with much the same result everywhere they went. Eventually enough people had become aware of the Clams reputation to require advance notice of their comings and goings, so that preparations could be made. During this period, the Clams repertoire was refined and regurgitated until it arrived in the state we find it today. It is this group of songs that defines the Screaming Clams.

Today, distant are the memories of a time when bands played live music for patrons in the bars. Now, we seek to rediscover the fading youth of Yuppiedom by slumming in the rustic haunts of Canoga-by-the-Sea and Reseda-by-the-Bay, bringing our cover tunes and jukebox mentality, supplanting the house bands of old. "Only a dream fills the void of their space, ashes of destiny laid in their place."