Indorphine

Like many influential grassroots bands before them, Indorphine began in the garage of lead singer Jimmy Grant as he, and high school friend and drummer Everett Sailor, annoyed their Kissimmee neighbors with their loud and abstract music. One day however a neighbor from across the street, interested instead of disgusted in the odd noises resonating daily, introduced himself as Buddy Fischel to the already named duo Indorphine with an interest in jamming. An experienced guitar player from Syracuse, NY, Indorphine was almost complete with the addition of Buddy, yet they still needed someone to shred. Adam Phillips, another New Yorker and guitar virtuoso was one of Indorphine's earliest diehard local fans until the beginnings of Indorphine heard his extensive talent and made him an official member. After Indorphine's first bass player left the band over creative differences, current bass player and vocalist Indiana native Tanner Owings took a chance leaving the very popular Orlando band Milka to explore his options with the experimental Indorphine completing today's bombastic lineup.

In the place of frosted tips and the messy do, crooning vocals, hollow lyrics and worn-before-bought jeans, Indorphine gives staggering live performances all over the East Coast in ripped-from-wear jeans, borrowed t-shirts and striped socks complete with instrument changes, audience participation and a contagious kinetic energy. Mocking every visual, musical and conceptual stereotype of pop culture's acceptable archetypes of heavy metal, Orlando, FL's Indorphine is the prototype of innovation in the saturated and stagnant market of today's rock music producing groove laden rhythms with bits ands rift of southern rock, bluegrass, thrash metal and psychedelic funk.

As fans of music, Indorphine like many of us, are disillusioned and jaded by the seemingly endless onslaught of lackluster rock and roll. But unlike us, they are reluctant rock and roll heroes writing music strictly for the sake of creating something new then exposing it "all of it" in bars and clubs all over the state. Unabashed by what is considered, "status quo" for public sales, Indorphine's blatant commentaries such as: "Radio Whore," "The Punk Rock Song," "Krucifried Chicken," "Kick that Funky Shit," breathe excitement and edge back into the defunct lungs of rock music.

Although humble about their local and regional success of their self-released first album, 12 Pounds , Indorphine has received recognition for their inventive style from press and comrades alike. At the 2002 Orlando Music Awards, Indorphine won "Best Metal Act," and "Best New Act," as well as "Best Bassist," and "Best Live Act," at the 2002 Orlando Metal Awards. Full-length articles about the award-winning band have been featured in The Orlando Weekly, aXis Magazine and Volume Magazine. Un-wavered in their musical quest yet still un-signed, Indorphine tirelessly continues to deliver new, organic creations by the natural destruction of the old standards to any man, woman, child, martian, dog, chicken or fetus who will dare themselves enough to listen.