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“...The trio of drums, bass and lead guitars can only be described as a wall of sound. There is no dead air with this group. You get an entire set of down to earth take no prisoners’ roots rock and roll when these guys take over the stage. This is a drinking man’s band not to say you have to be looped to listen but a couple of brews makes the experience all the better. Jerry Principle bangs the bass for the low tone foundation and growls his heart out to the crowd while John Gmerek slashes the air with his amazing guitar riffs. From the shadows, Tony Rockich drives the beat forward like he was born with four arms. Close your eyes and you hear what sounds like a dozen players. Open them and you realize that it is only three guys working themselves into a lather cranking out first rate rock and roll.”

“The band’s debut self-titled EP features six tracks of solid, primarily riff-based blues rock highlighted by Principe’s effective growl and some good funk-flecked guitar solos...The slow crawling blues chorus of Gone may remind some of another local blues-rock band with one less member and a lot more exposure while the thumping Hope She’s Home is one of the few “can’t wait to get off the road and back to my baby” songs that specifically mentions a commercial driver’s license. And the band gets all sentimental on the roots-rockish midtempo 505. Xtra Crispy makes solid bluesy bar rock, the kind of music that’s good for sipping beers and tapping your toes to, while you and your buddies solve the problems of the world.”

“Frontman Jerry Principe’s voice channels the bluesier notes of Eric Clapton with a little of Gregg Allman’s notorious growl, delivered afloat a current of John Gmerek’s funk-flecked guitar. Tony Rockich keeps cadence with splashy drums that evoke ’70s rock. The band’s first EP, a self-titled number released at Kent’s Stone Tavern in October, features six original songs that almost beg to be heard live. A little old-school country twang kicks things off with “On My Way,” and Gmerek delivers a few delicious licks of electrified riffs in “Black Cat Walkin’.” These local boys know their way around blues-rock — the smoky, sticky, who’s- gonna-drive-me-home genre that’s the aural equivalent of dive bars and beer in non-ironic cans.”