The TONES, The WHOLETONES, and NUTHIN' but the TONES!
4 Young Guys hit the Road today. Ford Van pullin' a trailer jammed with Implements of destruction. Guitars, Banjo, Cello, Stand-Up Bass, Monster Drums and a Tattoo Gun.
I met 'em at the 7-11 to give up a tank of gas, and a little cash... them's my Boys.
The WHOLETONES, they're called.
The Band lives way back in the Woods, down on the edge of the Everglades in an old hunting lodge called "The Alamo". 15 acres... Spiders and Snakes and Bears.... Gators too.
They stay Hungry, do what they want... and write a lot of songs. These Guys are KILLERS.
Bustin' out of south west Florida soon...