Bully's bio Listen UP! You just dumped your boyfriend, are we really calling him that?, for the 67th time and you roll up to your favorite watering hole to grab piece of oblivion. You don't want to just kill the pain; you want to Forget why you just spent two years with the better half of Beavis and Butthead. So, you quickly Polish one off. You end up talking to one of the regular's for a while, that is until he tries making a move on the arch of your right foot. You are sick of life and REALLY sick of men. But, wait a second, here comes a band. They are setting up and you recognize them from somewhere but where. The singer steps up to the microphone and starts the first song with just he and the bass guitar. His voice is like heaven and your memories of your ex are starting to fade. His voice is working on you more quickly than the alcohol, but how? The rest of the band starts in: This one's for the LADIES! "Your lips Your lips your lips Lead with your lips your lips your lips." That's when it hits you, this is the band that Chris Morris wrote about as the BEST F***ING ROCK AND ROLL BAND IN LOS ANGELES, and that means the singer is none other than Davey Meshell. Davey is a rock God, no shit. He sings like he means it and he looks good, almost too good, the kind of good that can get a girl in trouble, but wait. There is so much soul coming out of him, he might as well be James Brown, but it's Rock, WTF? So, you stare up at the stage and fix your makeup in your little compact and continue to listen although your mind has taken a more naughty turn. The drummer, Joey Galvan is good-looking and sounds like he's driving a motorcycle. And he leads the band and leaves the girls chasing. One of the guitar players, Eugene Edwards is 6'3" Native American with a Beatles haircut and flashing dark eyes, he plays his instrument like he's swinging an ax. Michael Hays the other guitarist, looks exactly like Beck if you ask me and gives the band their sound, but what sound is that, kind like a spaceship soaring or a dangerous train that may or may not fall all the way off the tracks. Your mind is far far away, lost in the Punk Rock Soulness that is The Neighborhood Bullys, Complete with candy-chords and lyrics that you instantly sing out even though this is your first time. You are swept away, just like your first time. You can't even remember what's-his-name, all you can ask is... How did that guy learn to sing? That's when it double hits you, this ain't no ordinary band. This is The Neighborhood Bullys.