Welcome to the ride of your life. A ride where the drivers are the passengers. And you are just another spectator.
Now, as a sidelines eye, you can do one of two things: let the dust collect on your cornea, (leaving you blind for life) or jump in and never look back. Personally, I'd recommend the latter.
They've toured with Reverend Horton Heat. They'll give you a spanking erection (they recommend avoiding cock rings). They've been described as "A chainsaw falling down the stairs." and "near genius punk..."
Psyclone Rangers are worth the chaos. A mesh of Butthole Surfers meets Big Black in a big Reverend Horton Heat party, these music freaks will bring you to impact point zero. By no means am I denying the quality of their sound. I only intend to create the picture in my head. Race (Bannon) the drummer, Scot (Dantzer) the guitar, and Jonathan (Valania) the voice combine for some truly crowd pleasing noise.
World Domination wins serious brownie points with the latest Ranger EP, Beatin' on the Bat Pole. The never-stop-to-look at-what-I-trampled attitude reigns the entire piece. Running through five smooth porcupine-like tunes, you are sure to love that sting to go back for seconds, and thirds, and...
