Burnout

They grow em big in corn-choked plains of Iowa, but none bigger than Burnout. Heck, theyre as big in Riff as they are in stature and trust me Jack, thats mighty friggin BIG. You find bigger, louder and more likely to cause fist-fights and drink moonshine, let me know. They swing, swagger, sweat and then piss on ya. God help ya if you get in the way of iron-lunged singer Mark Shields. Hes a lank-limbed atom bomb.



Have you heard Thundertits or Armour of the Gods? Both are certified fist-fight rawk classics released in 2001 and 2003 on the now-defunct 12th Planet Records label. If youve heard em, you know what Im talking about. If you havent, you should. Both are akin to Lynryd Skynryd and Black Sabbath in a cage match, swiggin whiskey and chain smokin. But thats nothin you need to stick yer ears out and dig what they are doing now.



Burnout have no original members.And they are proud. They have no original members because they got in the way of the almighty Riff. Now with Mark Shields providing the lungs, Aaron Birlson and John Hopkins on geeetar, Don Brown on the bean-cans and Chris Ford on the thunder-broom, they can finally fulfill the prophecy create a recording thatll take a swing at God, the father AND the Holy Ghost.



So it is written, so it shall be done