Contact Name: Brother James
Hollering tales of murder, betrayal, debauchery, and long, dark Saturday nights of the soul. Stripped raw, bruised, and cracking a bloody, split-lip grin, The Shambles deliver a loud, belligerent style of demonic hill-stomp blues that almost . . . but not quite . . . betrays an air of subtle sophistication lingering just around the edges. "Rough garage rock and dirty basement blues that kicks you right in the gut bucket." Whatever you call it, The Whiskey Shambles sure enough get asses shakin and heads rockin -- and that ain’t no half-steppin! This is the hard part, nephew. Whooooo well well.
I have not heard this band