Southern Plunge into Trailer Trash Leisure and Entertainment (SPITTLE FEST) returns April 29th!
Beer drinking Americana music from singer songwriters to rockabilly from honky tonk to country rock, bluegrass to twang. S.P.I.T.T.L.E. Fest began in the 90’s at the Brewery and returns in 2014 at The Pour House Music Hall, the home of Americana music in Raleigh, NC.
Hank Sinatra storms like a hellbent Bakersfield boy punching it with some friends in a stuffy garage. With an enticing mix of hardcore, early ’70s garage rock, and honky-tonk, these boys bring the country music scene to a different level -The Indy
Paleface: Prolific, influential, cult-hero & indie -folk icon, PALEFACE, is now a high-energy & charismatic duo featuring his girlfriend Monica “Mo” Samalot, on drum-kit & charming candied vocal harmonies. The band celebrated the release of their latest album, One Big Party (Ramseur Records), with a special guest performance alongside The Avett Brothers at Radio City Music Hall, followed by US & Europe tours…including special performances on NPR’s Mountain Stage & Daytrotter (voted top 20 of the year). PALEFACE, was schooled musically by friend Daniel Johnston (The Devil And Daniel Johnston) and soon discovered at an NYC open mic by Danny Fields (The Stooges, The Ramones, MC5). He’s released over a dozen records including two major label releases, and has been called a major influence & inspiration by a wide range of artists including Grammy Award recipient BECK, and The Avett Brothers. He’s also collaborated and appeared on three albums by The Avett Brothers.
Temperance League: What do you do when the rock & roll Gods and odds stack up against you? When Time says the velvet ropes, limousines and magazine covers have passed you by, or that rock & roll is only a young man’s passing digital fancy? Do you pack it in, pull up a bar stool and content yourself with re-living the glory days?
Or do you hunker down, turn it up, and tell the Gods and Time to fuck the fuck off? The gentlemen in Temperance League choose the latter, and this beggar’s dozen of lunch-bucket anthems is the night-in, night-out product of a band just nailing down its stride.
What matters here is experience: A rhythm section locked in, a song-serving guitar solo, a singer who spills his guts into every desperate ballad and transcendent rocker.
Without aping the classics, but built from the same DNA, Temperance League’s sophomore slab reminds us that heart-felt rock & roll songs don’t care how old or famous you are – only that you mean it.