Hailing from the wrist-cut, blood-soaked corn fields of southern Indiana comes Walt Whitman: 5 beautiful young boys who are too ecstatic to be depressed, too sexy to be lonely, too tough to get E-nuff, too poor to buy make-up, too nasty to be clean, too blunt with their razors to cut, too awesome to suck, too tired to give a shit, badder than Leroy Brown, and too smokin' h0tttt to be caught. Their brand of in-yo-face rock 'n roll makes you pump your fist, tap your toe, and shake your buttglutes from their opening bitch-slapping, asshole pushing, glasses-losing, wallet-stealing riffs to their closing trailor-tastic breakdowns. With a frenetic (that's "krazee" for the illiterate folks) live performance and an absolute obsession of rock 'n roll and pornography, these five reckless boys bring a mighty good bluff to the table. Grab a seat, drink a nice glass of milk and Everclear, wolf some wondrous Wendy's, and take out the false dentures --- it's time to get what you want from Walt Whitman.
".Every Thursday is the type of song that makes drinking heavy, driving fast, breaking stuff, fighting, promiscuity, and still finding a way to be productive seem like such a good idea. Rock and Roll. The vocals, which are a highlight, sound like they're coming from a man's man that has spent most of his life in the desert doing nothing but drinking bourbon, smoking cigarettes, and shaving with sharp rocks."-Former journalist for Midwest Beat and Skratch magazine
"Walt Whitman's down and dirty southern rock 'n' roll is perfect for pumping your fist and punching the kid next to you and feeling damn good about it."-Midwasted Productions
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