Reverb-drenched spaciness and mid-tempo brain fry from inside the bong looking out.
CRIMINAL ROCK SHOP
We like to get weird. The sound is probably best described as garage/punk/blues with a fucking killer trombone on lead, but that might be a slight misrepresentation- Not because the bone aint killer, cause it most certainly is, but because we don’t cleanly fit into that little box we all like to refer to as genre, nor should any band for that matter. Put simply: we’re a four piece: Brett the fucking god damn hippy on drums, Dog boy(commonly refered to as Doug Boyd, but mostly in formal situations) on bass with accompanying built-in ash tray, Brig Haus on the Bone and vocals, and David Curiel on guitar, harmonica and screaming, growly, whiskey, cigarette coated vocal chords.
Hard rock vs. post rock heaviness from SF.