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Gathering from the four (or five, rather) corners of the musical world, comes a band joining together, hands in the middle, like a classic episode of Captain Planet. Lead man Luke Hawley, bringing his raspy vocals and tight, stick-to-your-brain-like-peanut-butter-to-the-roof-of-the-mouth lyrics, guitarist Jonathan Neeley, adding in his fist, pumped high in the air for good ol' fat distortion rock, guitarist Ric McBath, joining in with his fire truck hair and his call-the-cops riff-rock, classically trained pianist Paul Dudrey, throwing his baby grand out the window of a four story building for the thud-thud of the low end, and drummer Jason Monroe, running as fast as he can on his double-kick, funkcore, rock-or-go-home beats. Vocals! Guitar! Guitar! Bass! Drums! and together they form: Sequel to Adam. And when their hands rise out of the middle of their superpower huddle, they call not on the elements to save them, but on the Trinity, with a shout of Revolution, they are rocking with reason. Bent on changing the world one heart at a time, these five men bring their outside influences: folkpop from Hawley, Beethoven from Dudrey, punkrock from Neeley, hardcore from Monroe, and McBath, carved out of rock from birth, named by his father after a Rickenbacker guitar to form one motion, one movement, one music. A struggle to pigeonhole, Sequel to Adam has come to the surface calling us to leave our genres behind and just rock. But we won't just rock, we will sing along, we will move along, we will be changed alongside five men, who swear we were made of love, we are meant for eternity, and we will be rescued. But while we're waiting for the rescue, go on, set the world down and rest assured, the future of rock and roll is safe in the secret ring wearing hands of these Rockheroes.