Tijuana Hercules

Garage / Blues / Sou A head-bobbing dose of greasy blues-rock. -CHICAGO SUN-TIMES The bad boys of dirt soul. GARAGE AND BEAT Dirty, raw, gutter-blues belted out with the last gasps of desperation that shine like gold. HORIZONTAL ACTION Holy Roller gospel, and jacked-up wax-cylinder folk. THE CHICAGO READER Junkyard Blues rawk that sounds like Fat Albert's band on black tar heroin. Ugly good. -ROCTOBER Tijuana Hercules are graduates of the Bo Diddley School of Primal Rock. -CHICAGO SUN-TIMES Imagine a hobo gone mental then he steps foot in a saloon and declares his need for mass tequila. -SHREDDING PAPER The trio's horn-fueled Southern burlesque and wicked minimalist blues exude gruff, punch-drunk charm while maintaining utmost respect for the past. TIME OUT NEW YORK These guys sound as though their hearts pump pure arsenic, mad, bad, and dangerous to know. I-94 BAR Tijuana Hercules sound like they've taken in a lot of dust, mold and mildew while digging through poorly lit hock shops and junk stores searching for Chess records. SMASHIN' TRANSISTORS Like the grimy grease monkey who serves as gatekeeper to the salvage yard - finger nails, jeans and mustache all blackened with oil from a lifetime of manhandling dead motors - Tijuana Hercules revels in filth. -FLAGPOLE The Chicago trio Tijuana Hercules specializes in a raw brand of swamp shake, rattle and rockabilly. John Vernon Forbes sets his gravel pit of a voice against a frenetic backwoods stomp and dirty, fuzzed-out garage rock guitar licks. THE TIMES-PICAYUNE Deeply rooted in blues, with a bit of greasy psychobilly and just a smidgen of Louisiana voodoo shake, these cats are raw. -NEW CITY CHICAGO