CADAVER DOGS

Cadaver Dogs are a motherf*cker. And if you’re reading this, too late, they’re already digging into your brain. Tearing out your eyelids and slipping into your synapses with the smooth ferocity of a black mamba on bath salts, they’re taking over your conscious, and there is nothing you can do about it. This ain’t no regular f*cking band, baby. It’s a high-octane rock & roll hallucination. Cadaver Dogs have rewritten the rules on excess, indulgence, hedonism, and when it comes to gratification, too much is never enough. So if you’re looking to get some strange, you’ve come to the right place. One live show is all it takes to make a believer, a psychoactive rock revival that has seen frothing first-timers carried off in fits of rabid ecstasy. Cadaver Dogs have spread their dirty disease across the Midwest multiple times over, supporting bands such as Foxy Shazam, Valient Thorr, Riverboat Gamblers, Free Energy, The Flatliners, and Hollerado, and they’ll continue their path of consumption until there’s no one left to corrupt. Lucky for you, their next stop is your brain stem. Having already released a pair of erratic EPs, 2010’s Thrill Ride and 2011’s On All Fours, Cadaver Dogs will deliver their highly-anticipated debut full length album superloose in late 2012, a mesmerizing array of delirium-inducing rock ragers and kaleidoscopic freak-outs for those adventurous enough to take the trip. They’ll beat you to death and jolt you back to life with one quick thrust, and you’ll walk away with the scars to prove it, if you walk away at all. So throw down that needle and feel what’s like to have a one night stand with a savage beast. Your hormones will rage, you’ll scream for more, but the Dogs are moving on and you’re just another lucky victim.