Driver of The Year

Formed some four years ago and blazing ever since, Driver of The Year seek to unite all the best flavors that have soaked into their heads through the smoke and brews of twenty-five years of musical obsession. Throwing caution to the wind and a Camel to the floor - from a basement somewhere under the corn belt - creeps out Driver of The Year.

A phased-out Les Paul, a drummer channeling the ghost of Bonham, the palest bass dude to ever slam a King Can, and at the front of it all, an overdriven Rhodes set to 11, making sweat drip from the foreheads of nervous sound techs worldwide. The cut of Sabbath, the swagger of Roxy Music, the sheer wit of Steely Dan, and maybe a touch of Yes. Two brothers, two friends from different years and scenes combine to make the music they want with no chorus too short, no ending too long. And you’re telling me this sort of thing happens in Iowa? Get the fuck out…

But it’s true… the Midwest CAN rock. Out here, Driver of The Year are on everybody’s tongues… from indie scenesters and punk rawk kids to their worried mothers. Driver of The Year has kicked down the door of electronica and stolen back the drums and synths from the computer nerds and put ‘em back where they belong, in a proper fucking rock band.