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Once there was
a band called "Bullet Train to Moscow", they won "New
Times Best Hardcore" award and the Arizona Infusion of Music's
(AIM) "Best Hardcore" award. Things were really looking
up! Then, a couple of conflicting views about Scotch and Thursday
nights led to the tragic demise of the poor, poor band. Not to worry
though! You can still play music with three people, especially when
they were best friends from the beginning.
Deep down inside, they all knew that they were a
little bit honky-tonk, in the punkest sense possible, and that people
seemed to really enjoy when they played songs that they could sing
along to. Although they weren't opposed to the idea, they decided
not to find a new guitarist and to just have musical genius Billy
Culbertson come out from behind his drums and rip up the guitar
for a little while. The bassist, Nolan Thompson decided that horizontal
is best left for the bedroom, and that when rocking out, you gotta
stand up straight. Billy followed suit and grabbed an acoustic electric
and uh oh... Pump up the JAM!!!
They had been misled before in the old band as to
what having a good time really was and they knew that it was just
them for now on. No one could penetrate their trio with deceitful
yearnings to ruin their band. They knew they must watch out for
the grip of the salesmen, the greeting of satan, or the salutation
of the siren. To remind themselves what to never let happen to them,
they called themselves "The Liar's Handshake". Yet they
knew that something was still missing and could only be put right
when their two biggest fans, Megan and Brittany picked up their
fiddles and joined the band.
Now
a five-piece, Liar’s Handshake has built themselves a large
local following through their numerous energetic live performances.
Now unstoppable, any given weekend you’re likely to hear their
raucous sound poring from a local venue, or catch them playing with
acts anywhere from Flogging Molly to David Alan Coe.
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