Places We Meet
Come on already, why isn't this band huge! They are badasses, merciless beasts, rock-n-roll kings, hip-grindin', floor-stompin', earth-shakin', bootie-quakin' studs! And somehow, even with all of that, you'd still be all right bringing them home to meet your parents. With the release of their third full-length album, Stewboss have proven yet again why they are the band to beat in the world of straight-up American rock-n-roll. With songs like 'Your Street', 'Tell The Preacher' and 'Union Station', Stewboss conjure up the early days of Tom Petty, The Replacements and The Jayhawks. When music could be played fast and loose without losing any of it's lyrical relevance. The songs on this record are urgent, desperate even, they gnash their teeth at you, spit out the speakers, and dare you to turn the volume up to levels once reserved only for Thrash Metal and Skate Punk. Prepare to be knocked on your ass and walk away humming the chorus. This album comes after a two-year hiatus from the band. Clearly they came back at it with a vengeance, the songs are relentless in their sound and fury. The lyrics are riveting in songs like 'Joy' and 'Distant Angel' and the record is overflowing with characters that come battling back from the edge of existence to set the record straight. It's the perfect rebuttal to last year's rumors that the band was breaking up. No chance. The mighty Stewboss is back and we are all infinitely better for it.