SNAGGLETOOTH shot first!

there’s alot off hype and nostalgia these days about the 90s a remembrance of how decadent things where. Remembered as a decade of pushing the boundaries with the death throes of originality in music, Kids these days seem enthralled by its mystique as those who where there spin tales of glory days. Mostly there’s a lot of focus on the Titans of that time... but we can’t forget that every little city had its own little monsters creeping up from the basements with their own rock visions. So if you wanna talk ROCK-CHESTER.... well then ya gotta talk about the four evil goons known collectively as SNAGGLETOOTH.. it don’t get more 90s than that. From the swamps of a church villa there came some rowdy rough boys that had some form of enigmatic mutant abilities that captured the whole audience of your backwoods yard bonfire or local kegger... each had their own rockstar aura inbred with skater punk redneck heavy metal greaser blood to the core. Originally known as TWO MINUTES HATE they helped organize the first true DIY shows in the area for that time period, putting on lodge park shows, organizing a drunken house show, or just booking their own events at clubs that wouldn’t normally book such voracious teen acts. All this quickly gained them a following of the average disgruntled youth, alternative misfits from all slimy corners of the freak subburb sub genres, cuz it was known that these where OUR “alt culture” Heros ... the underdogs commanded by the spell of a dog lord, the guys who worked like dogs at the gas station by day but terrorized and ripped up the stage at night with the classic proto edge lord mentality we all craved back then, cuz.. fuuuuuuckkk everything! A diabolical chainsaw mix of grunge, hardcore, heavy metal, punk, and stoner rock that oozed and grooved getting rooms stomping and shouting vulgar poems as genny sloshed through the air. It was a time where ya really felt you where part of something you wernt supposed to be a part of.. but in all honesty that feeling has never left these river shores... these where just the dudes who built the monster truck and shifted it into gear with teeth that chewed a path through this city that we still traverse today.... so in my history books of local icons of an inspiration that you can be the fuckin man, get the fuckin bitches and rock the fuckin shack, that your voice Can rise from behind the pages of a comic book and give your peers a nice ole thunderkiss... well here’s the motherfuckers your mom warned you about and you better not forget it kid! So yeah you want the 90s come git the real deal and catch thee unruly pirates SNAGGLETOOTH This FRIDAY at PHOTOCITY MUSIC HALL..... big brother ain’t watching you... but you can watch your big brother scream at you!! also playing will be local snotty punkers SODOFF along with Buffalos own young heavy grunge sludge next generation rockers MUDDLE picking up the torch! 8pm 10 bux... let’s rock!