The Shankers

While drinking cheap whiskey underneath a train bridge, three non-descript figures stumbled upon a time-warp, spiraling them into the demented dimensions of past and future rawk and roll music. Where the twang and the glam walk hand in hand, and the pompadours and the punks play tic tac toe. This is where The Shankers came from, the twilight zone of punk rock. With no illusion of grandeur, and all the while bleeding d.I.y., The Shankers will be playing rawk music for the next 20 years in the blessed vein of the Cramps, the Sonics, and the Flat Duo Jets, and all the other freaks of our divine holy lord, Screaming Jay Hawkins.