SMYER... More hooks than a tackle box. A manic rhythm like a steamroller. A smokescreen of visceral guitar licks and disjointed memoirs dwelling on the brilliance of luscious insanity and surviving the tightrope of way too much, skating over puddles of spilt milk and urban decay on a good day. Way too much. They've got glitter for the girls and guitars for the guys. Smyer will be your girlfriend's favorite rock band.