Welcome To MeatsPlash

I knocked on the door of Watters 1 410 expecting to step into a room of aspiring musicians who took pride in their craft. I was not entirely wrong.

The previous day at the student senate meeting, I ran into the only member of the group whose name I was given, Riley Boggs. I told him I would be giving our campus an in-depth look at his band. He smiled and blushed slightly, but I also sensed shock, maybe even fear. He agreed to meet. Late that evening as the morning hours approached, I received a cryptic text from an unknown number that, to my extreme relief, was, in fact, Boggs’ number. The message simply said, “8:00 p.m., MeatsPlash, Watters 1 410.”

The next day I was greeted at the door of that very room by Boggs, who was distracted by a phone call. I stepped into the room and preceded to shake hands with the only other member present, Michael Wilson, who sat with a confused look on his face as he looked at his friend saying, “What is this?” I stated my intentions. That same smile I had seen before in Boggs crept across Wilson’s face, one filled with both mild excitement and regret.

We sat down, and I listened to what can only be described as production forward music featuring random yet somehow thought-provoking lyrics. I asked Boggs to take me through the creation of the project. He stopped to think for a second.

“Dakota [another member of the band who was not present] had recording equipment, and we just started messing with things and pressing buttons until we started screaming into mics. Then Dakota kinda like fixed everything to make it sound like a….uh…polished turd.”

Boggs summed it up by saying, “It’s just like…midnight stupidity. Without Dakota, we have nothing. We just have people screaming in a bedroom.”

The pair was not sure how people kept managing to actually find their music, but it was once shared during a GO Trip leadership meeting according to Boggs, who was not so effectively trying to contain his laughter. You also might hear the group’s work if you happen to swing by a Jaxx or Jills practice because the campus frisbee teams will occasionally play the music during warm-ups for some reason.

The group calls themselves “MeatsPlash.” No, not “MeatSplash,” as one might think. According to Boggs, the words “splash” and “plash,” in fact, mean the same thing.

“And so now there’s just multiple meats hitting water, instead of just one,” said Boggs with a confident expression across his face.

Descriptions of the music such as “hot mess” and “not good” were thrown around by both members. “It’s pretty deep,” added Wilson.

Wilson said the band considers themselves to be “pushing the boundaries of what music is.”

“And isn’t,” added Boggs, who also listed Luke Bryan as the band’s main musical inspiration. Where do they plan to go from here? Nobody, including the members themselves, can answer that question. Regardless, music listeners across campus should keep an ear open for the potential discovery of “MeatsPlash.”

Take a listen to these guys here.

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Photos by Tamara Friesen