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Cherokee.Rock.Rifle. / Press

“Cherokee Rock Rifle burst onto the scene earlier this year with ...And the Plains Are Burning, a searing, soul-scraping EP ripe with grungy guitars, thundering percussion and the captivating vocals of frontman Dutch Humphrey. The band is a newcomer, but the members are veterans, having played in local acts Sharp Weapons, Auternus, Sons of Great Dane and Atlantic Fadeout. Dutch Humphrey, climbed to the roof of the patio and violated fire codes with a mouthful of Bacardi 151 and a Bic: We started playing 'Burn,' and during the bridge of our righteous jam, I took a mouthful of secret Satanic sky-fire liquid and breathed a pillar of white-hot sex-flame from forth my lips. The flame was roughly twice my standing height. The boys were just killing it beneath me. I couldn't even see them, but the crowd was sexy, dripping with sweat under a thermal July moon.”

“Dutch Humphrey led his band, Cherokee Rock Rifle, through a set of blasting cock rock. He was wearing thick-framed glasses, a fedora and cutoff sleeves, and he looked like a gutter-punk Elvis Costello. He banged a tambourine at his chest like a wild animal. At the end of one of the songs, he half-sung, half-said: "Even the devil knows the virgin's cut."”

“Back at Mercy Seat Alley, Cherokee Rock Rifle echoed the gasoline metal of Faster Than Hell, except faster and more hellish: “Any chance we get red lights?” The answer was no, unfortunately. Dutch Humphrey's growl gargled like a primordial shit spring — an even graver post-Vedder drawl.”

“Stripping down local musicians never sounded so appetizing (just kidding, guys). Kansas City Uncovered, conceived by Bill Sundahl and Matt "Slimm" Adkins, debuted last year at RecordBar. Five local artists draw one another's names from hats. They then play five songs by the artist whose name they draw. This year, the event is back with a lineup that's sure to result in some eyebrow-raising covers: stalwarts Roman Numerals, rockabilly favorites the Rumblejetts, caterwauling folksters the Columns, and newcomers Cherokee Rock Rifle and Dollar Fox. Come and support the scene, but stay to hear Roman Numerals' chilly, new-wave take on the Rumblejetts' rollicking roots rock. (Cherokee Rock Rifle's raging, sweaty rock cover of cotton-candy-sweet girl group Softee is just a bonus.)”

“Going to hell? Cherokee Rock Rifle has your processional soundtrack. The local band's debut EP — ... And the Plains Are Burning — is 22-plus minutes of solid, blazing, hard-ass rock and roll. His voice ripe with defiance and swagger, frontman Dutch Humphrey leads this pack of apocalyptic horsemen past stoner- and psychedelic-rock graveyards into a barren horizon filled with pounding beats, blazing guns and scalped heads. With its slightly grungy guitar sound, Plains sounds a little dated at first, but that's its magic. Drummer Bert Northward's unadulterated thrashing and Humphrey's desperate lyrics and wide vocal range create delicious anticipation — the feeling that rises in your throat before the shit starts to fly. Finally, Kansas City: Here is your rock. ”