With several EPs and a full-length album under their belt, Chicago quartet, 48sin, has been waxing their musical chops around the Midwest for a little over three years, securing interviews and airplay in their native city. The band takes influences from every genre, perhaps most notably from the 90s rock they grew up on. This brings the emphasis on solid riffs and strong melodies to 48sin's aural table.
They have opened for acts from Ska-legends, Fishbone, to Wind-Up Records' People in Planes, and recently toured the west coast, performing at the famous Whisky-A-Go-Go.
The band's full-length album, "Retract, Collide, Collapse," is available world-wide through iTunes and most major online distributors, as well as physical copies available in most Chicago-land Hot Topic locations. The album features art direction by Shelby Cinca (Dillinger Escape Plan, Darkest Hour, Frodus) and was produced by Gold and Platinum selling producer/engineer, Chuck Macak, at Electrowerks Music Production. The record's single, "Sipping Down the Barrel of a Gun," was hand-picked by Just Blaze for inclusion on a Guitar Center compilation CD handed out to 50,000 customers across the country.
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