Holy Shit! has been played on NTS in shows including The Boxxx Report Show, featured first on 3 January 2017. Songs played include Not My Tempo and I Hate This Stupid World Because It Sucks Like Hell.

There are several bands called Holy Shit!.

Milwaukee's kings of hardcore. Features members of Catholic Boys, Truthdealer, and Chinese Telephones.

2, Holy Shit! is a Hungarian Punk Rock band from Esztergom. Their music is influenced by: Sex Pistols, Steve Jones, Neurotic Outsiders, Turbonegro, Motörhead. Members: Zoli - bass, vocals Barna - lead guitar Rencsi - drums Rex - guitar Bio: 151 years following the hyaena of brescia finally went to the hell, so it’s 2004 now. Well, add to this data 3 more years in december 2006 Saddam Hussein has been executed and the Holy Shit! has been working on a special sound - Becket and Rex have been studying the accords. 2007 The Spring Triumvirate // bla-bla-bla, Zoli is offered to be the singer-bass player // acute lack of vitamins & a drummer // Becket finds a guitarist at a music store, he’s going to be the drummer of the HS!, Rencsi // Neurotic Outsiders, Sex Pistols, Misfits songs // alcohol disease breaks out after a couple of weeks // at this time there’s no hardcore porn on the local cable TV for 6 years so far, or maybe it’s never been? // our hero is Steve Jones, but not for those who can’t identify with him // the working on the special sound-effect is in progress // lots of smoke in the jam room // in Prague Rex returns to his habit of chain-smoking in 2 days // during the summer the first HS! song is born completely accidentally, and the HS! fucks to tell you which one is that // PRS, Marshall, EBS, Fender, Sonor, Peavey, Carvin, Framus, Gibson // polyphonic vocal-solutions vs. biosamplerised drum-basis made of basalt-crusher // 1 year in the jam room, everybody’s smelly and dirty, like Tom Hanks in the Castaway // santa brings the first appearance, the rest is history…// 2008 >>>>>>> everybody’s satisfied with the results of the hard work // for our surprise, there was no punch-up in the band // Rencsi’s favourite is the home-made brandy, Becket likes the Stones, as does Zoli the Mötörhead and Rex hates the fucking Habsburgs // the truth is, there’s no homogeneous opinion in the question whether everybody’s gay who writes on &/or reads orchestral biographies? // the punk’s dead, everybody’s amused // the most part of the spring brings further horrors to the band, during the foundation of an independent production, a dozen of own compositions are getting ready in the name of the awful ecclecticism // competing with the hardness of a fossilised desert-camel-shit, sensitive pieces are born on the interaction of the sexual identity and the exaggerated alcohol-consumption, furthermore, this process seems unstoppable // the outwork of the special sound hasn’t finished // Zoli & Becket have coffee-time usually at midday // the US Army wants cloning Rencsi’s speech-centre, for using it in a fight against alien civilisations // the unity is complete in the band, the lads eat from one another’s hands // what they know is known by very few others, and they are getting to be less and less…// 2009 >>>>>>> cuming soon… //