"There will be Flood! There will be fire! There will be death!...All hail extinction! All hail revenge! All hail destruction! All hail death!"-T. Ryan, 2006             Sioux City Pete & The Beggars formed in Spring 2002, in Sioux City,IA. Inspired mainly by a very real sense of contempt for the music industry and driven by an intense and sincere misanthropy. The Beggars quickly began touring. Who cares who the members were? We're all human garbage. The END justifies the means (and the players). "Worm ridden jackals! Still would ye feast on my vomit? Whoever follows me becomes his own enemy; for in that day my exigency shall be his ruin..."-A.O. Spare 1924             Amidst constant touring, the beggars released 'Sodomy & Failure' on their own label, Welfare Records in 2003. Garnering reactions of either instant hatred or shameless, sometimes pornographic worship, this piece of erotic vitriol cemented exactly where Pete and his beggars were coming from, and also where they always be headed.             'Pedophilia' followed (Also on Welfare Records) in 2003, with Pete deciding not to submit any copies for review and only selling or giving them away at the bands increasingly dangerous, nihilistic and utterly hopeless live shows around the U.S. "You stand on your head and you believe yourself dancing into the realm of freedom. You will wake up from your nightmare, little man, finding yourself helplessly lying on the ground..."-W.Reich,1945                 After 3 more years of touring, Steel Cage Records became one of the bravest (and most foolish) labels in the United States by releasing the Beggars 'Necro Blues' in May 2006. Reviews generally conceded to the unmistakable, atavistic, raw nature of the record.                 As of this writing The Beggars consist of: Sioux City Pete, Amanda Prince, Lexi Lutter and Joe Ross.                 Only death will stop them. "And the music came back with the carnival, the music you've heard as far back as you can remember, ever since you were little, that's always playing somewhere, in some corner of the city, in little country towns, wherever poor people go and sit at the end of the week to figure out what's become of them..." -L.F. Celine, 1934