Everyone in Nashville wants to be in a band…you know…the kind when you were 15 and you couldn’t drive so you were stuck in a church basement for twelve hours a day playing Back in Black with your buddies through your sweet new Peavey. But…no one (well almost no one) ever does it. Most people in Nashville are so busy talking about remaking their favorite Iron Maiden record on Mandolin and joining 12 different bands that they actually never do anything. Every once in a while the world is supposed to end and it doesn’t; then meteors start falling on Russia. Blame the Americans, we have a rock n roll band. Four guys that mysteriously have no ego or drama, can play their instruments better than they can play guitar hero, and have accidentally found a musical home…Anderson Layne and the Killer Saints.
Before moving to Nashville in 2006 I fronted the band Feedback in the Hard Rock scene of Philadelphia. It was after seeing friends Silvertide and Halestorm hit the bigtime that I packed my things and headed south. Landing in the eclectic music town of Athens Georgia, I had the privilege of playing a number of mysterious southern rock clubs such as the Georgia Theatre and the 40 Watt with The Rift and Midnight Ride. There’s something about places like these drenched in liquor and sweaty humidity that provide the perfect recipe for nights buried in Marshall 4x12s, cheap beer, and beautiful college girls that still listen to real music.
Nashville Tennessee was never on my map til I moved into a house prone to crack heads, bounty hunters, and the local news on the east side. Turns out cheaper isn’t always better…thankfully I ended up next door to some great people who took me in an introduced me to real Nashville; a world of pickin’ parties, bonfires, and great stories. After the growing pains any new Nashville musician goes through I realized that it’s not about being the best guitar player or singer, it’s about finding whatever it is you do and doing it better than anyone else. After playing for a million bands in a million places including Greenland, I had just about given up on playing my music again until I had a few beers with Killer Saints Guitar player Ray St. Germain Jr. Despite a deceiving Titans victory that evening, he convinced me that we had to make this happen and I’m glad he did. Ray St. Germain Jr. is the son of a Canadian Country Music Hall of Famer. He’s toured the U.S. and Canada with his own band for years, played Lead Guitar for Mike Reno of Loverboy, and destroyed Nashville with the Dixie Devils and the Music Row Rejects. Ray adds great harmonies, killer guitar playing, outrageous writing, and a whole lot of road knowledge to the mix. Ray will clearly be the person in this band to keep us all focused on the task at hand, and keep us performing at a high level.
When a great gig fell into our lap we needed a band. I had played in a few bands with these guys Hank Neuhoff and Art Quanstrom. In fact both of them graciously lended their talents to the Rupert Pumpkin record. Hank is kind of like a bass robot. I have no idea what that means but it’s what he considers himself. An all around great guy he will ensure that we never take ourselves too seriously. Art on the other hand is the scientist of the band. From the first time I ever played in a band with him I was amazed at his solid tempo and attention to detail. Art as well has played in a number of critically acclaimed bands including the Tallest Trees and really has no desire to do anything except to play drums. We had a great time at that show and decided to keep going. Building on the two most recent records I have done (Friday Night Drag and Rupert Pumpkin) the Killer Saints will look to draw from everyone’s background to create something unstoppable except by laser beams and rocketships full of little green aliens.
If you’ve read this far then you may as well come out to the rock show. Either way, this is a fairly accurate description of how we found ourselves to be in our current situation. We’re gonna have fun and the rest will take care of itself. See ya at the rock club.