“The Jamokes take the stage and bodies start flying. Kids are getting thrown into speakers and stray cats rush into the room like a hive mind. These cats acted as guardians to the band, keeping the mosh pit in check, shoulder checking anyone foolish enough to defy to diameter of the pit in question. This was literally the best I've seen The Jamokez play and can say without question that each member of the band was in their element and strangling punk rock with a delightful sense of innocence and youth.”
"On the back of the big black truck was a band. Jamokez is the name of this band."