ION INDIE MAGAZINE January 2016, Volume 20 | Page 46

in my chucks. This guy is well over six foot and has dreads about as long as my arms that
alternate between light and dark colored bands all the way down. Yeah, this cat's in the
band. I didn't really know...I just made an ASS-out-of-U-and-ME'd. I have never seen them
before. That was just about to change.

We finally got all of our equipment loaded up while the next band was gearing up. Ah, so
(yeah, I'm the Ah-So), the tall chick IS in the band. OK, I'm just going to slip out and chill for
a second and have a quick smoke. Before I could they started up. Let’s put it this way: I
never went outside for that smoke, I didn't order a drink, I didn't go take a piss...I just stood
there.
For the first few songs I probably looked dumbfounded dumb-ass. From the first note, they
had my attention. You basically can’t take your eyes off of the stage. This band will grab you
by the balls, proverbial or otherwise, and simply refuse to let go until the last note and last
beat are played. I was completely drawn in and captivated. That's a very rare thing--and I
see a shit-ton of absolutely killer bands. The ability to play great songs is a common
characteristic of these killer bands—playing great songs and bringing the groove and the
heat and all that shit is one thing. Everybody knows that out there in the world, there are