Crobot ***Tickets Available At The Door***

Crobot ***Tickets Available At The Door***

Wilson, Mothership

Sun, July 19, 2015

Doors: 6:00 pm / Show: 6:30 pm

The Lost Horizon

Syracuse, NY

$15

Off Sale

Sunday July 19th 2015

Crobot!
With Wilson and Mothership.

The Lost Horizon
5863 Thompson Road, Syracuse, NY 13214

Doors at 6:00pm. All Ages/21+ To Drink.

Tickets are on sale now on www.ticketfly.com, The Soundgarden in Armory Square as well as from the locals on the show.

Crobot
Crobot
The sounds of dirt pouring out of old souls that were sold for the sake of rock n' roll. Space rock n' roll. Whatever it is, you can't help but to feel your ears being dipped in nostalgia then taken to another dimension and back again with the songs of Crobot. A quartet from central Pennsylvania, conjure up sonic ghosts and stories that seemingly were interpreted from crop circles.

For fans of Clutch, Wolfmother, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Rage Against the Machine, or Soundgarden, and if ten more bands that influenced Crobot's sound were needed to be named, they easily could be.

The powerful packed punch of the vocals of lead singer Brandon Yeagley is a great one-two with the spellbinding, head bobbing guitar riffs of Chris Bishop; not to mention the stellar solidity of the low frequencies of Jake Figueroa on bass guitar and brother Paul Figueroa with groovy sticks of fury. Bishop brings his unique style of art to the table to add images to the stories unveiled by lyricist and frontman Brandon Yeagley. The two also plan on creating a graphic novel based on the songs from the album, set for an undetermined future release.

Crobot have spilled their sweat and tones on such stages as Philadelphia's Theater of Living Arts and Xfinity LIVE, The Paramount in Huntington, NJ, the Stanhope House in Stanhope, New Jersey, and Anchorage, Alaska's Chilkoot Charlie's and plan on embarking on a tour not limited to the venues listed previously.
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson is not a fucking "internet band". They're five dudes in a van with beards and big dicks- working harder than your parents. But instead of giving their all as stockbrokers or auto-mechanics or assistant branch managers their job is to destroy your party. Forget debates about the music industry, about download analytics, mp3 singles, and the "charts". Screw genres. All that has nothing to do with music. But when that Wilson van cruises into your town that shit is REAL. Real MUSIC. Real LIFE. Real LOUD. Real SWEATY. And real fucking FUN.

You know who is FUN? Matt Puhy defines fun. What's more fun than a naught flirty blonde with washboard abs that knows how to handle his "stixxx"? That bangs it out harder every night than you did the first time you took E.

What about SWEATY? Yeah that's right- Jason Spencer gets sweaty. That's what happens when you treat a fret-board likes it's a ninja war, and you relentlessly SHRED EVERYTHING IN YOUR PATH FOR AN HOUR. When the sweat drips all the way from his head down his well-muscled body down to his huge heavy balls- he's just begun. Probably still warming up.

LOUD. Kyle Landry defies loud. His ice blue eyes are silent. He doesn't small talk or "chit chat". But when he could only get his amp to go to "11" he threw it in the fucking garbage. Then he built a new one out of raw iron, testosterone and grizzly bear semen. And all the unsaid things he hides behind those quiet blue eyes come out of that amp louder than Skrillex's cries for help if his DJ hand got caught in a blender.

As for real MUSIC, James Lascu's DNA coils into the shape of a bass clef. Don't believe me? Ask a scientist, douche-bag or just get the wax out of your ears. Subwoofers tremble when he plugs in. Then he makes them sing like Maria Callas. #S&M Sadism and melody.

Real LIFE. Isn't there a voice inside your head? That screams "BULLSHIT" all the time? That wants to tell the world how you feel? That voice is the CHAD NICEFIELD in you. The real life drilling its way to the surface. Telling the truths that you were afraid to. The moaning screams that you thought were all your own. Real words. Real thoughts. Real life. That's all Chad knows. And he can see that all in you.

And that's it. That's Wilson. A band that has toured relentlessly since since 2010, through big cities and little podunks. A band that records its albums the ol' fashioned way: with instruments. And analog gear. Fifth and sixth and twentieth takes. A band that brings that last Friday night on Earth mentality to the stage every night. They'll never quit on you. And that's real talk. That's #FUCKERY. And that's WILSON.
Mothership
Mothership
Supersonic intergalactic heavy rock trio Mothership based out of Dallas, Texas give a real sense of hope that all is well in the universe, and that pure honest rock and roll has once again returned to this planet on a mission to unite true believers. Consisting of brothers Kyle Juett on bass/lead vocals, Kelley Juett on guitar/vocals, and Judge Smith on drums, these guys have created a unique sound that satisfies like a steaming hot stew of UFO and Iron Maiden, blended with the southern swagger of Molly Hatchet and ZZ Top, paired with a deadly chalice of Black Sabbath.
Venue Information:
The Lost Horizon
5863 Thompson Rd.
Syracuse, NY, 13214
http://www.thelosthorizon.com