The Porcelain Town, the entity and authority, is a 2 piece turned 3 piece turned 2 piece turned... well, we don't know yet. It all started in a flaccid town called Plano, TX. One day whilst collecting shells at the beach, Jeff broke into deep thought. "Punk rock is dead.", he thought. That very moment may have changed the entire course of psychedelic folk pop forever. Jeff pointed one stubby finger at Mike and whispered, "The Porcelain Town Awaits!" Mike, obviously flustered, paced to and fro biting his finger nails. He sat on a stone park bench, spasmodically, crossing one leg over only to revert the under leg over the first. It was getting dark now and he felt night creeping into his mind. What to do? First things first. He stood and suddenly shrieked, "Ots!". The rest is history, as they say, my friends.