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Acid For Preachers

We Don't Know What It Means Either, Just Go With It.

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a character in “Welcome to the Madness Music Festival”, as played by Bartholomew Finch

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A C I D xx F O R xx P R E A C H E R S

"Acid for Preachers is an experimental journey into the utter weird. What do the songs mean? What does the name mean? What does Anything mean. Imagine if you will, an existential crisis wrapped underneath a layer of imposter syndrome, a heavy dose of crashing reality, and the ultimate and impending sense of doom...Yeah we don't actually know, it's just some shit we made up. Hilarious, right?" - Cody Sadtler


Marven Cody Sadtler, Twenty Four, Cis Male, Launchpad / Instruments, Homosexual
FC: Frank Dillane


Phillipa "Pippa" Rose Miller, Twenty Four, Cis Female, Vocals, Homosexual
FC: Kiana Madeira



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P I P P A

Pippa's parents were the kind that worked hard for what they had, rising to the top of their game by any means possible and doing their measured best to instill that same value into Pippa. "You have to show them whose boss." Well, it hadn't really worked on Pippa. Who valued doing absolutely Nothing to doing anything at all. Mediocre grades, barely putting effort into her work, she didn't even attempt to maintain friendships outside of a close few - she would rather be asleep, or playing on her phone, or smoking a metric ton of weed at any given moment. She didn't even date until midway through high school because it was just so much effort, and at the time she just hadn't been aware enough of herself to realize "Hey, boys aren't my thing." Therefore any relationship she ever had was nothing but a drain on her natural resources.

She grew up with Cody living across the street, they were fast friends from a young age and nearly inseparable. For a while they're separate set of parents assumed that they'd wind up together or some shit like that - which Pippa still finds absolutely hilarious to this day. As they both grew up and started to feel the itch to leave home they decided that the easiest route would be to become roommates. Since Pippa had no plans to attend college after graduation she followed Cody, who was attending college two states over.

Pippa always approached life from a sarcastic viewpoint. Facing the hardships of life with deadpan humor and a lack of care. It could be frustrating for others sometimes how much it seemed as if she just didn't give a fuck. Her response to stress of any kind would be to laugh in the face of it - but that didn't mean she didn't feel the effects. She had simply learned to let things roll off her shoulders. The kind of things that were out of her control, or in her control but that didn't make sense to change were simply viewed as necessary evils. She saw the world in muted shades. The foil to Cody's never ending enthusiasm.

Not particularly mean-spirited, but certainly capable of fighting back if fucked with. Pippa generally can't bring herself to care enough to be the one starting fights, but she can certainly finish them. She isn't a particularly angry person either, more neutral even in stressful situations. She tends to smile when she's annoyed, so it's usually hard to tell if she's pissed off or not. Her favorite insults are the kind that come from the mouth of southern women "Bless your heart." Type shit. She finds it incredibly hilarious.



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C O D Y


Growing up, Cody only had his mother to rely on. His father was, at best, a functional alcoholic living on the fringes of their household. There just enough to make a lasting impression, but so far removed that Cody barely even knows how to interact with the man. Their strained relationship is really the reason why Cody refused to go by his first name "Marven," as he was named directly after his father. Whether his father ever felt anything about this or not, Cody never knew, and never would as his father passed away shortly after junior year in a car crash. Drunk driving. The ultimate killer.

Other than that his life wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. He lived his life to the best of his ability and had plans to attend college long enough to figure out what the hell he eventually wanted to do in life. He was always floundering though. Unsure of his place in life. His head was stuck so far in the clouds it was amazing anytime he ever managed to touch his feet to the ground. His best friend Pippa always said he was a space case, too far out. But she kept him grounded, tethered to life where he wouldn't otherwise be.

It's clear that he's got a few hang-ups. Social anxiety, hell, even just general anxiety and a tendency to crumble under stress. If it weren't for Pippa and her never ending sarcasm he probably wouldn't ever get anything done in life. He used to avoid anything 'addictive' like the plague due to memories of his father, but Pippa eventually got him to "Just live a little Cody," and from there on his weirdness only got worse. Weed was great, the kind of thing that kept him from feeling like splitting at the seams. Other drugs, namely the psychedelic kind were even better. It was as if the weird shit that went on in his head was justified while he was tripping. He could let it all out in one go.

The music thing, well, it was just for fun really. But he always felt like it had been an extension of him. A way to express without being verbal about it. A blessing in disguise really. When it started blowing up it felt like a lot of weight had been taken off of him, this was something he was at least moderatley good at. Even if it was weird and nothing about the songs they made had any sense to them - that was the thing, it was intentional. Because making sense of anything just wasn't fun. It never would be. Reality was nothing compared to the distortion of imagination. And that really is what Cody has always strived to project in all of his weird words and mannerisms.



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H I S T O R Y

It started as a joke really?

The kind made between two super high roommates with a few hours to kill and an inclination towards musical creativity. Neither one of them were particularly interested in cultivating a career out of it of course. It was just something to pass the time. A passive hobby that they sometimes chose to share with the world via YouTube. Half of their shit was obnoxious as fuck, outlandish to their friends and very much the joke it was meant to be. They didn't even have a name for this whole project at first, it was simply what it was - Cody and Pippa sitting in their basement, passing a blunt back and forth, and bouncing lyrics to and fro until they landed on the funniest shit they could think of.

At first they weren't even popular on YouTube, they got maybe a thousand or so views on the songs they put out. But then Cody started getting wilder with the samples he took. Forgoing the royalty free shit and starting down the path of taking sounds directly from life itself. One day, he decided to sample the sound of their cat Princess Butternut meowing non-stop and turned it into the deeply moving and lyrically genius song, "My Cat Is Better Than Your Cat." In short, they took the internets favorite thing (cats) and uploaded it to the internets other favorite thing (youtube) and wound up with a hit that got scooped up by the weenagers on TikTok within a day.

Overnight, Cody and Pippa's song was trending worldwide. It was almost nightmarish. There were no big plans to take it any further than that but then those TikTok weenagers found the youtube channel...and ya know, again it went south from there. Basically, Cody and Pippa both felt it their civic duty to actually do something with this fortune they were being handed. So they dropped a tab and spent a hot 12 hours creating more absolutely weird music and released it in one fell swoop to the youtube channel under the title "Acid For Preachers." Yeah, they don't know what that means either.

To say the least it was a rousing success.

They were signed shortly after to a small indie record label and forced into a more "this is a job now," position than before. Cody dropped out of college, Pippa got wasted and told her boss "Fuck you, Fuck this job, Fuck everyone and Get Fucked" before storming out. The usual....


And yet they still treat it as a joke.

So begins...

Acid For Preachers's Story

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ImageImage If you had asked either of them before if they thought they would one day be travelling overseas to play their music at a festival that hosted a crowd in the thousands? They would have laughed and said ‘No way man.’ But neither of them were laughing now. This was as real as it could get. They were a week off from the festival still but the decision to travel early came easy. Neither had ever been outside of the usa before, and really only Pippa had a lot of experience in travelling. Courtesy of her parents dragging her to and from distant relatives houses for the holidays. Cody rarely left state, until their recent rise in popularity that is. So the chance to travel, see new things, experience new adventures. That was enough for both of them to empty their savings and hit the road. Yeah, not the most responsible adult thing for them to do - but, they never claimed to be.

“I hate planes,” Cody said, for what must have been the millionth time. “If we were meant to fly, we’d have wings, this is unnatural.”

Pippa groaned, head flung back hard into the headrest of her seat. Maybe if she did that hard enough a few more times she’d knock herself right the fuck out. It would be a welcome distraction from the discomfort of being smooshed into the window seat (Cody refused to be that close to the clouds, whatever the hell that meant) struggling to find a comfortable position between the flailing of Codys ridiculously gangly limbs and the reclined seat of the asshole in front of her. She was practically scrunched into a ball, and still every once in a while Cody would twitch and jab her with his elbows.

He wouldn’t stop moving - couldn’t maybe. He was visibly sweating despite the Ativan he had popped prior to the flight. So much for anxiety relief. His legs were continuously finding new positions to be in without his full awareness. Feet tapping out a maddening rhythm as he tried his best to distract himself from the whirling in his gut.

Pippa was lucky enough to start dozing halfway into the flight. She must have truly fallen asleep at some point because the next thing she knew she was being shaken awake by Cody, who seemed far less jittery than when they had boarded.

“How the fuck do you sleep like that?” He questioned, as she blinked blurrily up at him. Face twisted into a scowl as she watched him contort his body into a similar position to what she had been sleeping in. “Your spine must be made of gelatin.”

“Shut up,” She laughed, pushing him back as she stood. People had already started to file one by one off the plane. “Come on, I want to get some real sleep in a real bed.”

Thankfully, with a little bit of help from an actual adult in their lives - Cody’s much appreciated, and very thoughtful mother - they’d manage to get a good deal on a hotel stay. The Ambassade Hotel was even nicer than the pictures had suggested. Cody had never dreamed he would stay in such fancy digs. It was close to the airport too, which meant there was very little issue getting there and getting checked in. Once they finally got their bags up to the room he had shaken off the nervous anxiety from the flight and no longer felt as if he needed to take off in a nervous sprint.

“Jesus, I bet the room service is killer here.” Pippa said, as she dropped her bags to the floor and flopped face first onto the bed. All of the energy had drained out of her and now all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the next twenty four hours.

Which is in fact what she did.

They didn’t really leave the hotel room for the first day. Pippa too jet lagged to function and Cody just basking in the fact that he was on solid ground. Eventually though the call to the streets hit and they both took off to see the sights. For the most part they stuck together, visiting a variety of touristy places and buying a boatload of kitschy souvenirs. Their most frequent stops were to a variety of coffee shops though, where they would sit for a while, sipping hot chocolate and indulging in other activities. And if, at night, they chose to go the route of harder partying - well, what happens in Amsterdam stays in Amsterdam.

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Between the lingering effects of drugs and alcohol from the night before and dehydration, her head felt like it was filled with gravel. Every attempt to string together a thought was grating, never able to slip through the cracks. It’d grown to be the norm for Dua while they were on tour, it was the pace of the lifestyle. If she managed to get any sleep it was never longer than a few hours, always waking up as she cusped into sobriety.

Slowly she took stock of her situation, details slowly returning to her. They were in a hotel, the same one they’d been in for the last couple nights. Last night they’d played a gig for the European leg of their tour, tonight they played at the Festival. She slept with….her eyes drifted to the bed around her finding it empty – no one? Or they left.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, pushing herself upright.

“Davy!” Dua called out, propping herself up against the headboard.

“Look right next to you!” She yelled back.

Dua looked over to her nightstand where there was a glass of water and a mug of steaming coffee. She took the water, chugging it with desperation so that it spilled out over the sides and across her chest until it’s contents were gone. Slamming down the glass with satisfaction, she reached over for the coffee leaning back into the bed with contentment.

“Thank you!” Dua shouted through the door.

Davy turned up her music a louder, no longer concerned if it would wake up Dua. She’d already ordered room service for them, demolishing most of the French toast and strawberries with mascarpone. Davy never indulged enough to require too much of a recover time, not like Dua. She’d grown to love her morning routines from her skin care to her breakfast. It was essential when you were on the road to maintain some sort of routine, that bit of normalcy to keep you grounded.

“You have your bags packed already?” Dua asked as she walked into the room pulling over an oversized sweatshirt. She grabbed some pieces of fruit from the room service tray, sitting across from Davy with one leg tucked under her so that she could rest her elbow on her knee. Her sister was already made up, obviously waiting for Dua so they could leave.

“Ana already had it done by the time I woke up.”

“What an angel, that girl deserves a raise.” Dua laughed. The two shared an assistant but that term never gave her the credit she was due. Davy liked to think she was the one watching over Dua, Dua liked to think she watched over Davy - the reality was both of them would be babbling infants if Ana wasn’t around to take care of them.

“I was thinking,” Dua continued. “What if we swapped ‘Astrology Bitch’ with ‘Kinda a Girl’? We could keep the transition but I felt like at the show last night people had higher energy with Kinda a Girl. I don’t know if that song is more popular here or not - I guess I could ask someone the metrics but I don’t really have the energy or bandwidth to do that. I just think it’d be better to end that leg of the set hype so when we’re setting up for ‘Battle Me’, when people hear those first few notes they’ll be ready to - are you even listening to me???.”

Davy had already been sucked into her phone, her lips twisted upwards into a mischievous smirk. She watched intently as the number of likes rose on her image, a slew of comments building underneath it. There was only one person she was waiting to fall into her thirst trap however, Davy waiting for that username to show up in her notifications. She hadn’t even noticed Dua was talking to her until she heard her sister raise her voice, Davy looking up with a sheepish expression.

“Sorry,” Davy slid her phone back onto the table.

“Are you stalking Erin’s page again? You two are obviously into each other, even your fans ship it. Why do you keep playing coy?” Dua rolled her eyes, walking into the bathroom to run the shower.

“Not that I expect you to understand anything beyond instant gratification, but the chase can be just as fun as the catch.” Davy’s words were drowned out by the sound of the shower. She didn’t need to hear her younger sister, she knew her well enough to guess what was said. Something mildly insulting most assuredly. She closed the door behind her and stepped into the shower.

“Hurry up!” Davy hollered through the door only moments after.

“I literally only just rinsed the shampoo from my hair, can you chill?” Dua shouted over the water, making no effort to rush herself. They weren’t going on until late afternoon, sure it was fun to arrive early and hang out with the others - but there was always the afterparty. Pippa’s face flashed in her mind, Dua suppressing her smile even if no one else was around to see it.

“Trina just texted me, Pitchfork just asked if we could squeeze in an interview one hour from now.”

“Fuck,” Dua mumbled to herself before shouting back. “Okay - I’ll be right out!”

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“Oof, that was rough.” Dua scratched the back of her neck and Davy and she pulled themselves into the backseat of their ride.

“It wasn’t so bad.” Davy lied, linking her arm through Dua’s.

“They’re going to think I need therapy.”

“I mean - you do.”

“Shut up.” Dua flicked Davy’s nose, the two sinking into their seat. They both pulled out their phones, each taking the opportunity to dissociate and slip into their virtual lives. Davy checked her instagram again to see if Erin had liked her photo yet. Dua sent out a couple texts to Jasper and Pippa asking when they’d be at the festival.

The festival had become like some horny summer camp for the artists. It was toxic and exhausting and exhilarating and hilarious all at once. London State of Mind seemed to be at the center of it all, the band collectively seemed to be fucking the whole roster - or at least from the outside looking in. The fans loved it, steadily stocking the instagrams of the stars piecing together the puzzle. They got more right than people gave them credit for, much to the industry’s chagrin.

“Here we are.” Said their chauffeur from the front seat after a while, the two looking out the window. The guards waved their driver through the side entrance, rolling into the lot for artists and staff. Davy squeezed Dua’s arm in excitement, the two looking at each other with a shit-eating grin. As many shows as they performed, it never stopped being exciting.

“Oh look, London State of Mind is here!” Davy said, pointing to Eoin and Stevie in the distance. Dua nudged Davy knowingly, letting the implication lay between them wordlessly. They both knew who Davy was really excited for.

“Come on - let’s catch up.” Dua teased, grabbing Davy’s hand and pulling her out of the car. Ana had already coordinated the set up of their trailer and equipment, it was all smooth sailing from here until they were due to go on. Might as well have fun in the meantime. Dua jogged after the band, dragging a semi-reluctant Davy behind her. As they approached Stevie and Eion, Erin and Jasper came into their line of sight. Davy squeezed Dua’s hand reflexively, trying to slow them down. The last thing she wanted to express was further interest. Dua rolled her eyes, waving her free arm and shouting after the group. “Hey - wait up!”