asbury lanes

Black Diamond Heavies

Sikamor Rooney

The Victor Williams Band

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Black Diamond Heavies

"This Tennessee-Hailing Duo have produced a debut of filthy Southern blues that makes the Black Keys seem like choirboys"
-NME

"the Heavies like to keep things as raw and ground-up as dirt, drums with a trashcan rattle that sound huge and far away (like they were recorded in a wide-open space down the street) and overdriven Fender Rhodes. That's all there is to it, but then again, there's so much more."
-Phoenix New Times

"Gospel-blues-punk preacher-isers John Wesley Myers and Van Campbell baptise you in beatific raptures of Hammond, Rhodes and Drums, literally stripping the sound down to its scantily-clad soul. Almost too perfectly Myers is the literal son of a (Baptist) preacher man, whereas Campbell descends from a Bourbon-distilling family. As it is, you can absolutely bloody tell too, such is the whiskey-swilling testifying herein. Voodoo shuffles its sinicious way through..." "... swigging, swaggering and setting the VU meters swinging right through the red like a shamans trance-eyes for the entire ceremony till the closing corpse-raising broadsides you with it's mutant Tina Turner chicken-dancing on a Motown mamba mantra. Funky cactus-caressed wagon-train blues...." "... aren't so much like Canned Heat as they heat yer can, violate viscera and turn your pupils to pulp direct from the pulpit. "...draped in ditch-dirt and paying the tab at the Devils Inn with small change from the confession box, while swabbing woulds with sandpaper."
- Stu Gibson

Sikamor Rooney

East Village act Sikamor Rooney listens like a tasty tribute to our latter-day rock and roll saints.
- THE DELI MAGAZINE

Sikamor Rooney is one of those bands that has such an eclectic mash of personalities it could be destined to either blow up like a Molotov cocktail or be the type of concoction that makes you kinda drunk and want to get all sexy with a large woman.
- crappyadvise.blogspot.com

I couldn't have asked for a better 26th band than Sikamor Rooney. As I crossed the finish line, they whizzed by me, seemingly unaware the racewas over. Their rapid-fire country punk sneered and spat with disregard like an unchained beast with rock star swagger. Scathing and snotty like the Black Lips with some of the retro sass of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, the trio barn-burned through grimy numbers like the Iggy Pop-ish "Dirty Dog" noticeably drunk even though it was only 5:30. Their final song couldn't have been a better finale with a more perfect title, wrapping up my marathon with three fateful, self- explanatory letters that sum it all up: "N. Y. C."
- THE DELI MAGAZINE

The Victor Williams Band

Philly/NYC dirty garage americana rock

"Rock & Roll. Be sure to tack that "roll" at the end. We'll make your feet stomp, and we didn't even sell our souls. We need every last bit of soul we can get for what we do"
-the VW band

DJ riff raff will be your song selector for the night, making sure that you get to hear all the songs that you wanna hear..

doors at 8
bands at 9:30
$8 cover
$10 all you can bowl
18 to enter and listen to the music
21 to drink with the big kids in the bar

A guaranteed good show..

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come..visit the sirens in the lounge
the ever lovely layney lanes and the charming cara kent, will make sure that you will forget any troubles of the week..

and mister pete pedersen will make sure to tell you his "friendly, neighbor bartender tales"-
He is on vacation, so, please tell us your tales while he is gone..

And Snack world inferno featuring chef dan will be prepared to fix you up, and lil amy and laura will serve it with a smile