The Chaw

Relentless and hypnotic. A force unstoppable, a sonic inevitability. Hungry, insatiable, damn-good rock ‘n roll cut from the very same granite of the Greats: Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Johnny Cash, Cream, and the Golden Era shaped by their peers. The Chaw. A wall of pulsating auditory energy, a rolling psychedelic groove undulating from a moonlit desert roadside tavern, a broken juke box in a haunted diner at the graveyard shift, the highway tide washed upon graffiti-sick concrete beneath an overpass. Three hands beckoning. Come on in.