Vegas Thunder

There's nothing glitzy or garish about Vegas Thunder. The Nashville, Tenn. foursome drag race dual guitars around the fiery underbelly of rock 'n' roll, kicking up serious sparks of attitude along the way. Picture multiple nights of serious drinking in a place where at least one wall in every room has a hole from some drunk's fist, a sink full of crumpled Budweiser cans, and a front lawn that reeks of beer and bourbon. The Vegas Thunder house is where punks go once they learn to ride Harleys and where the neighbors are all too afraid to call the cops about the noise. The band crank up the amps, kick down the stands and peal out the jams in true Psychobilly fashion. What else would you expect from a band who title their album No One F*cks With Vegas Thunder?