Watch these guys play, and you’ll see the results of many years of hard work paying off. Their performances – always high-energy, never scripted, and designed to be rough around the edges – do not wow their audiences by happenstance. Bobby’s authenticity and the band’s finely honed work ethic drive that agenda.
As a well-oiled touring and performing machine, they’ve played 20,000 seat arenas (opening for Bon Jovi back in 2018), major festivals (as I write this, they are performing their way back to The Garden State, after sharing a bill with Soraia, Slim Jim Phantom, The Cocktail Slippers and, my latest faves, The Jellybricks at the legendary Continental Club in Austin as part of Little Steven’s Wicked Cool Records Review at SXSW), random basements, and, in the case of the subject of this review, garages on horse farms in the middle of nowhere.