Tijuana Hercules

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