... The incessant blaring of some sort of stereo or another fuels these four parts whose sum is overshadowed by the ferocious whole known as Dai Atlas. Headphones, blown speakers, cramped practice spaces, almost crowded out by the sound, these things make up their habitat. They believe in the dream of a riff that can liberate you. Careless overuse by inept practitioners has turned the power of rock into a cliche, but it's a cliche that still sends tremors through teenage boys' bedrooms. It makes them obsess over records and fervently search for the greatest one...
... They will take up the mantle laid down by the past and provide the heat needed to fuse it with the restless energy and breakneck expectations that ignite the future. Tommy (guitar, vocals), Joel (bass), Justin (guitar), and Joe(drum kit) were barely born when long-haired visionaries, towering like stone statues in stage light, were clearing a bombastic path, forging the sonic extreme that would eventually buckle, and be crushed under the new guard's punishing precision. Dai Atlas knows the history that presaged their inception, but doesn't let reverence restrict them...
... Strange to think that in Buffalo, a worked-to-death city once built by steel, now ravaged and battered, but standing, that there was a void waiting, almost aching to be filled by a band with the unbridled sonic strength and muscular melodic drive of Dai Atlas... -M.Barber
