HURTS TO LAUGH is a hessian-meat-rock two-piece combo reveling in its art-faggery in Nashville, Tennessee. Under ERIK DAIL’S lead-singing lead-drumming leadership, the band has put together a full-length self-titled album, music video for their single ‘I Tried’, and with guitarist TOBY PENNER'S help, will embark on its fourth national tour. They’ve seen a million faces and killed ‘em all. Plans for the future include a merch table unmatched by any band, selling custom print bed-sheets, baby bibs, and puppy sweaters.
HURTS TO LAUGH sounds like Black Sabbath raping the Go-Go’s on a Sunday morning sidewalk. It’s a hangover where Metallica, Morrissey, and U2 all ride the rails in blinding snow while picking the knee scabs after a night of bombing suburban hills on skateboards in a gin soaked stupor. Suicidal screams ‘Let’s Skate!’ Ebony and Ivory twirls at 45 RPMs. Le Tigre put the ram in the rama lama fa fa fa. It took many a hibachi party, bowl sessions, and hessian keggers to put it all together and get the band to this stage in its career. The fans aren’t afraid to rock and now, HURTS TO LAUGH rocks for the fans.
HURTS TO LAUGH encourages everyone to save themselves from the old and tired scene. Who knows where the pimple of disenfranchised discontentment will pop back up. In this singular moment, the Haight’s counterculture, Birmingham England’s heavy metal, The Motor City’s raw power, and Seattle’s grunge is all coming together again in the music of HURTS TO LAUGH. Now is the time to capitalize on the new backlash. The new hope is old news. Soon they too will traverse the drug-addled road, repel the backstage groupie Medusas of legend, and board the single-engine commuter plane to oblivion.
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