Kickstart Sexy, gutsy and irresponsibly loud, Kickstart have been together since 2003, playing contagious bare-basics rock and roll that gives you the chills. Legendary DJ/scenester/artist BP Fallon describes the band as carrying 'the true heart of rock'n'roll in their collective chests.' For Kickstart fans throughout New York and the UK nothing could be closer to the truth. This band exudes authenticity, and they boast the f***-all attitude, sound and most importantly, the songs to back up BP's claim. The songs are written by gravel-throated singer/guitarist Eric Strickler. As a 6 year old, Strickler, the son of nomadic 60s-hippies-turned-70s-Christian missionaries, was dumb-struck by images of Otis Redding on the TV, sweaty and possessed at Monterey. At this pivotal moment, terrified and captivated by Otis' frenzy, his fate was sealed. Strickler's sensibilities are deeply rooted in classic good-stuff, from Otis to Hank to the Misfits, and his voice is equal parts Howlin' Wolf, psycho-Elvis and Jon Spencer. Every song he writes is an anthem. Making anthems ain't easy. Lucky for Eric, his bandmates are specialists. Mary Gatlin thrashes her drums with precision and a perennial sparkling smile. Fletcher holds down the bass rumble with egoless panache. Both offer loyal 'ohhhhs' and 'yeahs' and backing roars. The sound of the band, like so much great rock, is a runaway freight train. On stage, they are primal, dangerous, undeniably fun. On record, they are all this and more, unafraid to explore uncharted sonic territory, aiming to find a permanent home in your rock-lover's heart. Kickstart - Kickstart NYC rock n roll, in the mind's pie of rock n roll geography, got pegged with the darts of style- just pretty boys playing crafty songs-while other cities gained the rep for real rock. This is just not true. NYC is the original gutter. Down there you'll find bands that play rock n roll from the gut. This is Kickstart. Kickstart makes their mark with strength of heart, not style. In 15 scuffed gems of rock n roll proclamation, Eric and company put every scrap of themselves on the table and let it ride in three minute bursts. The gravel voiced singer spits tales of a well-worn life, love gone bad, moments of transcendence and bouts with the bitter truth. This is rock n roll music with soul. No preening, no makeup, no lies. They say the truth can you set you free, but when it comes to you blasting over the speakers like an anthems of survival, the truth not only sets you free-it kicks you in the ass as you walk out the door. Play this record loud.