Bulletwolf

Ripping down strips of Indiana blacktop with a “no cop-no stop” mentality and the pedal pressed firmly to the floorboard, burning octane and rubber like both were going out of style, fast-lane rock n’ roll devastation erupting full-volume from the stereo speakers and quaking you to your very core as the moonlight and night wind lashes in through the windows, witnessing the whiskey-fueled dive bar throwdown and living to tell the tale, escaping the nine-to-five chains of a boring week in the grind by raising totally relentless hell on a Friday night with your rowdy friends and calling for a toast (double-fisted, no less) to pay tribute to all the glorious things you hold so dear in this otherwise god-forsaken existence…more-or-less living fearlessly on the proverbial edge and not giving a second thought to the hangover that awaits. These are the kinds of things that get your blood pumping like a goddamn locomotive drenched in sweat and alcohol. This is the kind of full-throttle, horn-raising, head-banging, fist-pumping rage that brings a mischievous smile to your face. This is the kind of life-affirming decadent chaos you live for. If only you had a worthy soundtrack to go hand-in-hand with your favorite brand of insanity. Well, look no further, my friends. Four dudes from Indianapolis, Indiana are here to ring your fucking bell well past last call. Nate Vaught/Forbidden Magazine, INC. http://forbidden-magazine.com/2011/02/bulletwolf-as-fast-as-my-hometown/

Indianapolis, IN