They call themselves heavy-metal grunge, only because there is no other way to describe their gritty, gut-ripping, brand of stoner rock.
The combatant energy this band radiates on stage is one you can’t dismiss. You’ll drop your phone, dig into the old, angsty feelings you thought you left behind, raise your devil horns, and head bang at all things corporate, and unjust. Join the movement that Solhounds represents. One of equality and empowerment. One where a five-foot-three-inch woman could stone a giant with the martial punch of her guttural, spitfire vocals. Sung with her whole body, Elise Roller delivers songs of the underestimated and the under-appreciated. She began singing in church but after breaking free from the ideas of right-wing prejudice and misogyny, she now seizes the crowd with unapologetic lyrics from behind her appropriately-made, shotgun mic-stand. It’s that passionate wail, pulsating throughout her smoky vocal textures, that leads the band’s rapidly growing army. Accompanied by massive grooves and sludgy tones. melodic bass from Morgan Davis and spacey, psychedelic bursts from Andrew Bontey’s guitar. Savagely banging on his drums with metal rhythms, doom heaviness, and all the charisma in the world, you’ll watch Ian Clements and wonder why Jim Henson ever let him go. Whether it’s your thing or not, this foursome will ignite a fire in your spirit. You won’t really know how they make you feel - you’ll just have to deal with it.