Meet Mr. Plow — the unprecedented schizophrenic addition to the Ames music scene.

A mystifying presence with seven unique faces, personalities and musical flavors, Mr. Plow intermingles its identities into one funkdefied, phat-rapping phenomenon.

Born a bit less than a year ago, Mr. Plow weighs in at well over 1,500 pounds and boasts “James Bond” skills and Beastie Boy fills.

Its energy level is uncontrollable and its diversity is unexplainable. That is, until you examine more closely the seven identities of Mr. Plow.

There is drummer Ubong Stowe, the fro-sporting, Pimp-Mobile-driving bad-ass.

“I bring the attitude to the band,” Stowe declares.

There is rapper Sam Johnson, the versatile guy, also skilled on bass, guitar and drums.

There is rapper Nick Pearson, the backbone of Mr. Plow, whose get-shit-done demeanor drops as smoothly as his 2Pac-style rhymes.

“I’m the dick of the band,” Pearson jokes.

There is rapper John Flotho, the flow-bringing pudge and proud step-child of Chris Farley and Humpty Hump.

“He’s the ice breaker,” Pearson says. “When he comes on stage, he sets the crowd up.”

There is guitarist Ben Harrelson, the smart-ass mallrat of the crew.

“I put in the hard part of what we’re made of,” he boasts.

There is rapper Daniel Fjelland, the bleach-blonde blast of kinetic energy, whose Ad-Rock-style rhymes keep even Mr. Plow on his feet.

“He brings in the women flow, too,” Stowe adds.

And finally, there is guitarist Paul Thacker, the “one who actually takes lessons and knows what he’s doing,” as Johnson puts it.

It is the merging of these men that has made Mr. Plow an overnight prodigy.

It is a mixed breed, but like a circus attraction or the “Jerry Springer” show, Mr. Plow has built a hefty following in snippety time.

Mr. Plow stemmed from Grrr, a Ballard High School band Thacker formed a few years ago. He eventually discovered Stowe, who recruited Harrelson, Fjelland and Pearson.

Grrr played a varieties show for shits and giggles, which caught the ear of Flotho. Meanwhile, Johnson, who was a Taco Time workmate of Fjelland and Pearson, would out-perform the group’s original bassist.

“They had me kick him out, and he was dating my sister at the time,” Fjelland remembers of the bassist. “I was like, ‘Uh … you’re kind of out.’ My sister broke up with him a couple weeks later.”

Mr. Plow gigged sparsely during the summer and made its Ames debut Homecoming weekend at Togetherfest 2.

Soon after, the band was playing weekly gigs at Friends and Boheme, surprising club owners and scene veterans with its solid fanbase.

“You hear about bands that took five years to really get going,” Thacker says. “It’s weird to look at what we’ve done in less than a year.”

Mr. Plow will spend the next month sharing the People’s Bar and Grill stage with Medulla Oblongata and 35″ Mudder, all-the-while rehearsing for its March studio time.

“We’ve grown so much,” Pearson says. “We look at our old stuff and just laugh.”

“We’ve got along way to go,” Stowe adds. “And we’re gonna push it to the edge.”

Mr. Plow rehearses in Thacker’s basement, an ideal hideout for the Party of Seven. The guys were never friends before Mr. Plow was born, but you’d never guess it by watching the crew practice.

“When we first started, not every one even got along,” Johnson says. “Now, it’s awesome. We totally hang out all of the time.”

At one time, Mr. Plow even tried booting Harrelson and Flotho.

“I had sex with them; that’s why they didn’t kick me out,” Harrelson jokes. “We all went ‘camping.'”

“We like to refer to that as ‘the night,'” Johnson says.

Nowadays, Mr. Plow is much like its namesake (a character from “The Simpsons”), with one laugh after another. If it’s not a comment about Harrelson’s “fun to look at” girlfriend, then it’s something about Johnson’s lack of punctuality.

“Here’s what our rehearsals are,” Stowe explains. “We play a game of ‘Bond,’ then we jam a little bit, then we stop and play pool and get Blimpie’s, then come back and play ‘Bond,’ then finish up.”

“Our average rehearsal is like five hours,” Johnson adds.

Rehearsal vibes are ironically lax compared to the band’s boogie-down production.

“When we’re writing a song, we don’t try to force it,” Fjelland says. “If we’re not getting it, we’ll set everything down and go play something. Then we’ll come back, and it usually comes together.”

“We do a lot of pornography reading,” Flotho quips.

Mr. Plow is not easy to tag, but the band falls somewhere between the Beasties and Funkadelic. The raps spread like butter on the toasted foundation set by Thacker’s and Harrelson’s intense guitar grooves.

“We all have a different record collection,” Stowe says. ‘It’s cool because people say, ‘You guys are good, and you don’t have to be hardcore.'”

Mr. Plow has been fighting Beastie Boy comparisons since the band’s beginning, when it covered “Fight For Your Right” at its first gig.

“I wouldn’t deny the influence from the Beastie Boys, but musically, we don’t have anything to do with them,” Fjelland says, unconvincingly.

“We said if anyone tried to bring synthesizers and drum machines to practice, they were out of the band,” Thacker jokes.

Mr. Plow’s tunes are undoubtedly funk-influenced party anthems, but Fjelland says the band is beginning to write songs about “one specific thing.”

“Our songs are about stuff, it’s just hidden stuff that we know,” Pearson says. “Sam wrote lyrics about how his phone got connected with another phone and he heard people having phone sex. If you read the lyrics, it doesn’t sound like it, but that’s what it is.”

Fjelland, Pearson and Johnson are freshmen at Iowa State, Stowe and Flotho are seniors and Thacker and Harrelson are juniors.

College plans have already changed for the younger Plow kin with the success of the band. Stowe is putting aside a chance to play college football to drum with his buds, while Thacker is passing on a music scholarship at Truman State.

Mr. Plow’s ‘go with the flow’ sentiment is genuine, though the band is not afraid to set heavy goals for the future.

“I want to tour with other bands, get out of Iowa,” Pearson says. “We just want to be recognized, not millionaires.”

“I want hot women to say, ‘You’re in Mr. Plow. Even though you are a fat turd, I’m going to make out with you,'” Flotho says. “That’s awesome.”

Fjelland, with a maudlin grin in full force, adds, “I just want to look back at it and know that it was probably one of the best times of my life. To spend time on stage and practice with your best friends, there’s nothing that can compare to that.”

Mr. Plow plays tonight at Friends at 8 p.m. and Saturday at People’s Bar and Grill at 5 p.m. Local band Medulla Oblongata is recording a live CD at the Saturday show.