After decades of lookin' good and years of planning, these four homo sapiens didn't waste any time inciting a glowing phoenix to rise out of the ashes that were Generic Sam and OSF. That devil bird... was Torrie's a Shaker. This astonishing group invites listeners to satiate... nay... engorge their ears with the sturdy clawhammer of pure genius enthralled in every note played by these four masterminds that come from distinctly different, yet oddly familiar, backgrounds. With two guitars that rarely have less than six strings, a bass made of solid rock (not the kind that occurs indigenously) and drums that punch listeners in the jugular, you'd do well to prepare yourself for the benevolent rhythms, malevolent chords, and dastardly tones that permeate from such a well-balanced, nutritious, and lyrically air-tight band.
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