Album Notes

Rich Pellegrino runs the gamut, from playing calming chords to raging finger licks, enhancing the builds that courageously mount the sound waves of the venues he's graced. As those close to the band would say, 'Ewoks the Walk.'

Addicted to Space Wine, vocalist Ben Coe makes clear his myth through sultry, drunken reposes in one's ear and advances to your bedroom with swift round house kicks, that are his raw exclamations.

Rudy Renaud is quick with the reflexes of a fox. She's alert, and shares and expresses a swiftness that rivals and unites simultaneously with that of the rest of the members of the band. Jazz taps and ripling cymbols-to-snare combos act as marbles, rhythmically racing toward their conclusion.

Gruff raw and powerful. Tash, Tristan Tash rips down the scale with distortion that lets you hear the sound of excavated porcelin bowls. Progressions that encase minds, saturating the senses. Transitions that enable one to collide with inner thought, and question the desire to remain comfortable.

Tha bass rumbles on to Theresa's take on the blues scale. The sound is the sledge hammer, John Henry pounding his way through rock, a race against the machine. She frequently refuses to reach closure with her habitual 7ths, seconds, or minor 6's, hanging on to the last strands of each musical history the band creates.

To some, Watcher's music reflects the struggles of compromise, and may even capture an essence of life that is often over looked, a driving force that hums just above the grinding of the daily routine, a sanity that floats strongly above the smoke.