Once upon a time, when Rolling Rock was Rolling Rock, in the magical land of Perry County, some good ol' boys were drinkin'.
They were watchin' CMT and noticed how almost everything sucked a nut. They wished that somebody would come up with a country-ish band that would tell it like it is about the things that you never hear about from Nashville - the kind of shit that really happens. Of course, they also thought it would be cool to have some songs that are total tall-tale bullshit too.
And since country music doesn't really have any type of standard feel to it anymore, the boys came up with another idea that went something like this:"Fuck it. We'll just meld it with whatever style of music we want - blues, reggae, funk, metal, punk, whatever!"
And that, is the story of The Goat Ropin' Bastards...
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