The Conquerors are the creative impetus of Rory Cameron, but that is not entirely accurate – they are all the collective product of a force larger and more oblique.
From dark, dank alleys filled with forgotten 45s and lost garage compilations, The Conquerors have emerged. They came, riding their motorcycles down the boulevards and backstreets of the blistering Kansas City landscape – on a long, long dig in search of that perfect Rock ‘n’ Roll. Vincent Lawhon, Jim Button and Jake Cardwell have joined Cameron on the great groove to nowhere alongside a revolving cast of stellar musical collaborators. “It’s all about the search, man …the trip for that one amazing song, over and over again” he says, his wild eyes swirling.
Lawhon takes a long drag, “As a group, we just really enjoy playing together … feeding off of each other”. He exhales. They could easily be mistaken for an exceptionally edgy Paisley Underground band that slipped through the cracks – shades of Altamont staining the edges. Employing the occasional 12-string guitar, razor edge percussion, clean riffs, and ravenous
vocals, every engagement is white-hot alchemy. The energy is tense, transcendental, and psychedelically paranoid all at once – a magnet for live births and sketchy-looking biker types. To date, 9 children have been born at their shows. Occasionally violence will break out. “We can’t fucking stand yuppies, lefties, blandies, Nazis, or hippies. Especially fucking hippies”, front man Rory Cameron says. They should know a thing or two about hippies. It was last summer, he says, that The Conquerors clashed with mostly self-described “hippie” audiences. “We were kicked out of Milwaukee after some long-haired dipshit tried to pull a knife on us. Fuck that! We put him in the Hospital.” They are definitely dangerous – musically, conceptually, and sometimes physically. Dangerous to all –ments, -archy’s, and –ism’s of the world. Dangerous to The Way Things Are – The Powers That Be – Common Sense – Sell Outs and Cop Outs.
The Conquerors have arrived and the grooves are rapidly spinning – rest assured, the needle will drop. Twist and shout or Get The Fuck Out!