JEFF the Champions

I remember like five years ago I was probably skateboarding in my mom's driveway and listening to Blink 182 and a friend of mine called me and told me I had to get to Grimey's immediately because this band JEFF was playing a show and he had never seen any band play like them.  Then a couple years after that I remember being at their parents' house listening to Jake's reggae records and playing ping-pong and thinking like how these brothers were exemplars of cool without even trying or realizing probably.  And back then, like still, JEFF the Brotherhood was the baddest headbangingest band in town, a heavy metal band with like a rap entourage attitude.  Their house shows used to start with a loop of the intro to this Three Six song and end with all the lights and floor fucked up and everybody sweaty and bruised.  Kids in Nashville were waiting on when they would get their due recognition, since it was palpable that it was a matter of when.

Having signed to a distribution contract with Warner Music Group, having been chosen Rolling Stone's band to watch a couple weeks ago, having been featured on Jay-Z's website last week, and then yesterday with their new LP, We Are The Champions, streaming on NPR--man, and that's not even all of it.  Their dad/label-owner Bob Orrall (who is also an awesome artist) said to the Nashville Scene, "We Are the Champions deserves to be heard by the world."  Hell yeah, Bob.

The album is a refreshingly simple but still fast and fuzzy and fucked up trip towards good vibes having good times with good friends and cheap beer.  So check it out and buy the album on June 21, on Infinity Cat, or your local record store, or your local Virgin Megastore, or wherever music is sold.