True believers in Dave Kramer's ruralist platform know that art and beauty can be found hidden in the back of any old garage. One late summer evening, five guys hoisted a broken-spring garage door and gathered together rusted gas tanks and ancient oil pans, barn wood and bailing wire, all the best bits of whatever sound and strain they could uncover or acquire, constructing something stratified and sound, a mellifluous mouthful of sharp and shiny teeth, nuanced and narrative, northwest of nowhere, seeded in the silvery soil of soybeans and cornstalks, flavored by the very salt of the earth.
Vocals, Guitar / Luke Hawley
Electric Guitar / Ben Lappenga
Electric Guitar / Laremy De Vries
Bass / Jake Miller
Drums / Titus Landegent