The Rug Harness
Danny Afterburner - Guitar. Let's start in style and dance a little while. Razorsharp solos and a huge amount of hair in the chest to make Tom Selleck jealous. Loves his pedalboard (mounted into a old and long briefcase which used to carry shotguns) that has more lights than a average jet plane. Grin and a smile to melt anyone's mothers heart.
Kaiser Otto - Bass and vocals. This aristocrate was persuaded to the band due to the reason he was a way better bass player than a royal in exile. Grunt the stunt, overdrive and drive over, pump the jab in and hook the mthrfckin' band into one with the fourstring pacemaker.
Jone cam Shaft - Vocals, guitar. By his own words he's "half a sami, half a gypsy and a sailor propably from the 18th century." Grannies tattle that the Devil sent some blacksmith to meet his mother to make his lungs to resemble forge's bellows. Claims also that Django Reinhardt told him personally how to pick the guitar. Possessed by vintage porn.
Original Rockin' Rami - Drums. Bad boy boogie from the bad boy himself. A strange formation of elements that are resistent to corrosion, erosion, aging and wearing in acid-proof form of a man. A present-day drummer that refuses to die, he just simply shuts himself down in the tender age of 120, when all is finished and done. If he ever cares to sleep, the place to do that is fathomlessly inconvenient.
The Rug Harness is a ferocious and breath-taking rock band
Band's home port is in North Carelia, Finland. No big deal, if you haven't ever heard of 'em, because once you will. The Rug Harness will lure in to your brains with a rock 'n' roll sledgehammer and stay there - making themselves comfortable.
It's not exaggerated to say that the band is size of a mountain in every sect. Testosterone and adrenalin of a deathbattling gladiator combines the sexy sensitiveness in very unique taste. Boogie rolls on like pack of saurophaganaxes riding down a landslide with surfboards made of lead.
Rich and adventurous life makes interesting stories. You cannot buy that with money or incomplete attitude, you have to experience it by throwing yourself in the stream of dreams, passions and endless struggles to achieve them. Then you take deep and focused look to inside of a human, shake it with psychedelic madness and primitive dancing around the tribe's bonfire. And play it out loud.
Step on the brow and taste some salt, grab on the wing and fly high.
