Pancreatic Cancer is Dropping “Yelling ‘Freebird!’ at Funerals” – and It’s as Wild as You’d Expect

The band is fronted by Sarah Herrera, formerly of Exploited Cocks, and joined by Jimmy from The Tommy Lasorda Experience, with Sarah’s brother Matt on drums. The lineup may be different, but the attitude is the same: pure, unfiltered chaos. Sarah has a history of playing in bands with names that were probably blacklisted from venues before they even played a single note—like Taking It In The Rear From John Holmes, RAPE!, and The Fabulous Starfu**ers.

So, what can fans expect from this new album? If the tracklist is anything to go by, Yelling “Freebird!” at Funerals is shaping up to be an unpredictable mix of satire, brutal honesty, and straight-up absurdity. Songs like “Drunk In The Studio (There May Have Been Others)” tell you exactly how they were written—Sarah has confirmed she made sure to be properly wasted before recording. Meanwhile, “Full Disclosure (I Am A Stalker)” is equal parts confessional and uncomfortably funny. Then there’s “Love Me Anywhere (Except In An Elevator),” which takes a swing at Aerosmith for what Sarah describes as their slow transformation into “a Celine Dion cover band.”

The album isn’t just humor and reckless energy, though—there’s real emotion buried in the chaos. “I Cried When Tatum Hugged His Son” is a heartfelt tribute to the 2024 NBA Champion Boston Celtics, capturing the moment Jayson Tatum embraced his son after the win. And then there are tracks like “It’s Time To Get Serious About Drunk Driving” and “Let The Bad Times Roll (I Miss Her),” which Sarah refuses to explain. Whether that means they’re deeply personal or just too ridiculous to put into words, we’ll have to wait and see.

But Sarah’s life isn’t just about making music—it’s also pure, nonstop chaos. Case in point: her most recent personal disaster. After a long day of drinking, her (mostly ex) boyfriend Eddie got hold of her phone, logged into her Facebook, and posted both her phone number and home address for the world to see. It was up for five days before she realized. Her friends thought it was hilarious. She didn’t. And now, the band is debating using the most disgusting voicemail she received as the intro to a song. She’s… not thrilled about it.

Growing up, Sarah straddled two worlds. With a Colombian father and an Anglo mother, people expected her to be fluent in Spanish. But her father never spoke it at home, so her Spanish comprehension is about as strong as a four-year-old’s. That didn’t stop her from trying, though. In The Tommy Lasorda Experience, she recorded a handful of Spanish-language songs—including “Soy Mitad Latina Pero No Puedo Hablar Español Ni Salva Mi Vida” (“I’m Half Latin But I Can’t Speak Spanish To Save My Life”). The lyrics? She wrote them in English and ran them through Google Translate. The result? A hilariously bad, yet oddly beloved song that her local pool hall plays whenever she walks in.

Sarah also has a few quirks that only add to her legend. She’s dyslexic, which has led to Pancreatic Cancer recording some songs completely backward, only for their producer to flip them in the studio. She absolutely refuses to use Gmail because she doesn’t trust a free service that makes you the product. And while she can laugh off almost any insult, there’s one word that actually gets to her: “ordinary.” Call her that, and she might just fight you.

For a taste of what Pancreatic Cancer is all about, check out a preview of their music here. And for updates on the album release, visit www.sarahherreramusic.com or www.tommylasordaexperience.com.

Punk rock is alive and well. It’s loud, messy, and still screaming at funerals. Keep an eye out for Yelling “Freebird!” at Funerals—it’s coming soon.