Brian, Joel and Sean were band nerds who met in high school in Wilmington, Delaware in 1989. In 1992 they discovered punk rock and commenced making demo tapes and playing battles of the bands as Plow. By 1994 they were high school graduates and (in the case of Brian and Joel) college dropouts, and the rest of the world had started to figure out who they were. Over the next four years they made a bunch of records, toured whenever they could, and played two or three shows a week throughout the mid-Atlantic, falling in love with and becoming honorary members of every strange and brilliant backwater punk scene they stumbled across. After a forcible name change, a bad licensing deal and a collapsed European tour, Brian, Joel and Sean concluded that “making a living” playing punk rock was about as realistic and desirable as becoming a Navy Seal or building a time machine. They went on with their lives in mostly normal ways, figuring that their little musical experiment would quickly be forgotten.
The records went out of print and the band showed no interest in playing reunion shows or capitalizing on what little recognition they’d achieved. Talk of playing shows was always quickly rebuffed. Without meaning to, Brian, Joel and Sean created an aura of mystery around Plow United, bolstered by the mythology slowly developing around the Creep Records House in Downington, PA, where they recorded all of their records. Websites appeared. Records the band couldn’t give away when they were touring became inexplicably valuable. Shows were offered again. They always said no.
Finally in 2011 they capitulated, agreeing to play a set at Riot Fest East in Philadelphia. It snowballed: they worked out a deal with Paper & Plastick to release a retrospective album. They agreed to more shows. Next thing you know, there was talk of a new record. The kids work in mysterious ways.