File The Forge under neo retro skeptical innocents. New songs with an old heart. Roots that rock and sway. Three boys and a girl knitted together by way of high school dreams, miles of two-lane and six degrees of Chas and Raymond Chandler. Better yet, don't file us at all. Keep the discs where you can grab them quickly when you're feeling great. Or when your spirits are sinking, the boss is smirking, traffic is snarled, and you can't get a signal on your cell. When there's nothing on the radio but bellybutton music. When you're looking for assurance that you're not alone in these early years of a new century already headed south. When you need a solid groove â?? the comfort of wire and wood â?? of glowing power tubes â?? the amplified pulse of a human heart. Growls and whispers. Secrets spoken right out loud. And visions best seen in black and white through squinted eyes. Rob, Debbie, Alan and Bruce. Gibsons, Gretsches, Fenders, Nationals, Guilds, Hohners, Sonors, Ensoniqs, digitally encoded awaiting the cool touch of your CD laser. The Forge! Latest Release: Television Blue Previous Release: True Love Town For more information about The Forge: Email firstname.lastname@example.org.