|SATURDAY ROCK CLUB
|Royal Son of a Guns
|Smitten for Trash
|Lone Wolf OMB
|Freight Train Rabbit Killer
|Corporate Death of Macabre
|Scott H Biram
|Apes of the State
|Escape from the Zoo/Palmer Squares
ESCAPE FROM THE ZOO (members of Days n Daze)
We’re a ska punk band!!
Jesse Sendejas – Guitar, Vocals
Veronica Sendejas – Mandolin, Vocals
Corey Page – Bass, Vocals
Jessamyn Cobb – Drums
Elliot Lozier – Bass, Drums, Vocals
Justin Paxton – Drums, Vocals
THE PALMER SQUARES
Ac and Term have shared a number of things over the years, from a plate of nachos one time, to an unhealthy infatuation with polysyllabic rhyme schemes, to their very first mushroom trip. However, these two sissy boys most recently enjoy sharing various stages throughout the Chicagoland area and posting make out videos on YouTube. They can be considered: in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. so turn on, tune in, and drop dead cuntface.
APES OF THE STATE
Apes of the State is an independent folk-pop-punk band from Lancaster, PA.
We are a bunch of kids who really aren’t kids anymore trying to do this music thing and just be happy in life.
SCOTT H. BIRAM
Scott H. Biram unleashes a fervent display of conviction through, not only the genuine blues, classic country, bluegrass, and rock n roll, but he seals the deal with punk, heavy metal, and frankly, anything else he wants to. He’s The Dirty Old One Man Band.
He will still the room with haunting South Texas blues, then turn it upside down, into a truck driver’s mosh pit. Like he says, it might be baptism, or it might be murder, either way…you gonna see the light.
This legally ordained preacher’s singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin’ and hollerin’ is accompanied by sloppy riffs, and licks literally yanked, one at a time, out of his collection of crusty, worn out, Gibson hollowbody guitars, and battle axes. All this held down with a pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot, and self customed stomp board. The remainder of this brutally charming one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables. Don’t get too close! You gonna get some grease on ya!
Years of compulsive touring, along with a steady diet of down and dirty blues, rock, punk, country, and hillbilly have developed Scott H. Biram’s signature concoction, attracting a hefty array of fans who dig the bizarre and twisted sides of the rock and roll spectrum. His live shows, performed all over the world, deliver a take no prisoners attitude, a stomping, pulsing John Lee Hooker-channeling, and cockeyed tales of black water baptisms and murder, all while romanticizing the on-the-road lifestyle. SCOTT H. BIRAM IS THE DIRTY OLD ONE MAN BAND. ©1974
Beware all you sinners. Black TarPoon, with their distinct horror hellbilly sound, will steal your soul by playin the most unholy of Americana Roots music.
this “gruesome twosome” (Perlich Post) is a stripped down, juke-joint blues band that will make you drink n’ sweat til you can’t drink n’ sweat no more. make catl proud.
CORPORATE DEATH OF MACABRE
FREIGHT TRAIN RABBIT KILLER
The duo, Freight Train Rabbit Killer, is an American Roots opera – a shaman of the hills and a vigilante bent on justice.
A unique mix of blues, bluegrass, punk, folk and metal infused in a folk esq style of music. Folk with an edge is what most people say about Florida’s “Phantom” folk band Swamp Rats.
City Newspaper, Rochester, New York-
“One genre couldn’t even begin to describe Florida-based trio Swamp Rats. The style contains bits of modern train-hopping punk yet is heavily influenced by traditional bluegrass with folk underpinnings — uniquely blended with metal riffs and mucky Southern blues. Each musician plays multiple instruments, so you’ll hear specks of acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, stomp box, washboard, and despondent lyrics of life experience and the road.”
SMITTEN FOR TRASH
Apocalyptic folk / blackgrass from Buffalo, New York
ROYAL SON OF A GUNS
Bare knuckle, bar stool smashing rock and roll. Taking the stage like Bela Lugosi on a mechanical bull, Royal Son of a Guns belt out rip snorting roadhouse acid folk blues with heavy doses of surrealism. These bar stool smashing miscreants take Americana on a psycho-cathartic hayride through the thorny nettles of the American roots music underbelly with primitive guitars, relentless rat-a-tat washboard and a bedrock of bass guitar that will rattle your teeth. Dig.