EXPLODER ONE

Music is a giant wuss these days, and the ferocious rock ‘n roll outfit Exploder One is on a mission: to free all from their boredom, their sexually transmitted diseases, and their clothes. How can one detuned guitar, one raunchy bass, one simple beat, and two vocalists accomplish such a task? Cut all the B.S. and create a universal mating call. Revolution is most potent in its simplicity, and Exploder One ain’t dilly dallying! “We’re very unfair when it comes to writing music” says Mitch Gladstone. “We don’t mess around with complex rhythms, sophisticated chord progressions, or deep lyrics. We take a brazilian jui jitsu approach and go straight for the crotch.” The result is music so huge, so universal, so raw…it contains strength beyond any force of nature. You don’t play with Vince Neil of Motley Crue, Stephen Pearcey of Ratt, and The Bullet Boys because you sound like a pansy.



Since forming in August 2006, Exploder One already have more than 20 future chart topping hits. Six of these hits are featured in their first recording entitled “The STD EP,” released in January 2007. It fuses the rawness of early Guns N’ Roses with the adolescence of early Beastie Boys and the thunderous megalo-sonics of Queens of the Stone Age. It’s big, it’s biggerit’s bigger-er than anything you’ve ever heard before. Its a sexy grizzly bear set loose on the dance floor of America. Its throbbing beats and monstrous riffs will throw you back against the wall while its hooks and melodies pull you back in; creating a playfully addictive tennis match with your emotions. And with lyrics like “You’re looking at me like you want some…well, baby come ‘n get it”, “you got the goods and I got the package” and “let’s pretend we’re gonna make your baby” you can practically smell the Grammys in the mail. “The STD EP” will seduce you, have its way with you, and will forget to call you the next day.



But don’t be lead to believe that this recording or any other could ever capture the magic of an Exploder One live show. Drinking and dancing are not advocated, they are required. Audience members are forced to yell and drink in perfect unison. The custom lighting show transforms any dive bar into Madison Square Garden. Women aim their screams and underwear at the shirtless musical trio. Guys aim their glances at the mesmerizing Exploder One dancers. And all destroy the club floor with uncontrollable dancing. Hearts pound, hips shake, and illegitimate children are born.



In the end Exploder One might not cure any diseases you might be carrying, but it might spread it around a little bit while reminding you of what real rock ‘n roll is supposed to be like.