Prehab / Press

"Bottom line, the I Haven’t Been Completely Honest EP serves as a excellent reminder of a great time in rock music"

"The EP combines the rocking elements of Prehab’s past with a heightened focus on acoustics and melody, and the collision of memorable musical tones with hauntingly reflective storylines establish a lasting resonance"

"A high octane, beer-compatible contribution that isn't afraid to pay hommage to its numerous inspirators, and the production work surely is an immediate homerun"

"The instrumentation is solid and the tunes are intelligent and emotive. Don’t miss ‘Liar, Liar’ & ‘False Horizon’!"

“Prehab's newest record impressed me back in April, so I've been disappointed not to see more dates from them scheduled. Turns out there was a good reason for that, and that reason is now over. The band's guitarist Jason Kay says one member (we won't pry about which one) spent the summer in Tent City. One of our members kinda sorta forget to get the mandatory Breathalyzer installed after his first DWI then got pulled over for another. The cop was unamused. Homeboy was sentenced to 120 days in the tents beginning in May. Satan himself couldn't have planned a worse time to be under the tents in the brutal AZ summer. He has been spending his summer naming the various rodents that were his bunkmates, and cleaning out the junk food selection in vending machines. If you see these guys out at First Friday --they'll be at Fifth and McKinley on a bill that runs from 7 to 10 p.m. -- be sure to give them a nice ovation. At least one of them has been through hell this summer.”

“Prehab One is Too Many (A Thousand Is Never Enough) Self-Released If Prehab's One is Too Many (A Thousand Is Never Enough) sounds a little too polished to be a debut, there's good reason. The guys spent five years as The Bedspins in the mid-90s, racking up 500 shows and serving as songwriters for the producer behind Tempe's Gin Blossoms. They broke up, as bands are wont to do, and stayed that way until a mutual childhood friend died of a brain hemorrhage. After seeing each other at his funeral, they thought it might be cool to get the band back together. After a few other twists and turns -- events that forged their new identity as a drug concept band -- they guys eventually reunited and, musically, pretty much picked up where they left off. All those detractors of the country-tinged pop-rock of Mill Ave scene are going to: a) hate b) loathe c) despise this band, but I really dig them, even if they're doing a style of music pioneered by The Eagles and (arguably) perfected in Tempe”