After all, nothing illustrates the reality of a band giving up their shot at stardom like a guillotine chop to the neck. Even if the Toleys' growling distortion, hokey lyrics and old guy sex appeal aren't going to win you over, at least they have a sense of humor. Barreling straight-at-your-ear drums with loud and predictable guitar-chugging riffs, the band's maniacal, barroom aggression has been in the scene for years. Though, as you can tell, we had no clue.
Nate Jackson is the gatekeeper to your dreams of local dive bar stardom. If he writes about you, expect your band to be offered at least one more drink ticket than the rest of the bands on the bill. Get his attention with some groovy tunes and he might just do it. Then, boy will you feel special.