There is more to being an outlaw rock band than a bottle of Jack and a black cowboy hat. Sabbath Crow is such a band, they defy definition and classification and do so with as much swagger and gusto as any rock rebels in any time period. Taking the the same approach as the real outlaws who came before them, Sabbath Crow makes their own music without limits or rules. While giving a nod to their inspirations, influences and heroes here and there, the band prefers to stomp its own path thru the ...
There is more to being an outlaw rock band than a bottle of Jack and a black cowboy hat. Sabbath Crow is such a band, they defy definition and classification and do so with as much swagger and gusto as any rock rebels in any time period. Taking the the same approach as the real outlaws who came before them, Sabbath Crow makes their own music without limits or rules. While giving a nod to their inspirations, influences and heroes here and there, the band prefers to stomp its own path thru the audio spectrum, all the while retaining the true rock grit and grime and fuck you attitude that pisses people off and scares the meek back to the safety of their accepted poser rock scenes where it is warm and predictable.
Sabbath Crow frontman, singer, songwriter and guitarist J. Bybee takes the stage like a werewolf in heat and looking to kill, his scarred hands clawing at his guitar, striking unnamed chords and unconventional single note runs, while leading the bands' charge thru twisted progressions and changes that laugh in the face of traditional musical dogma. Stepping to the microphone, he sneers, howls, growls and spits out decadent tales or woe, misery and murder.
Bassist, Kristin Bybee keeps the Sabbath Crow beast on a leash laying down a throbbing foundation that is unique and all her own and without comparision, driven beyond the edge of sanity yet steady as a grave digger during suicide season.
Rounding out the trio on drums, Ric Furley hits the toms like it's dinner time at a Mau Mau family reunion. Shot gun blasts resonate from his snare as his whole kit rolls and churns with the boom and clank of a locomotive fighting to stay on the tracks.
At the end of the day, when all the posers are safely tucked away in bed, and only the lifers still prowl the dark underbelly of the outside world, Sabbath Crow is not the loudest, fastest, or heaviest monsters on the planet, but they are firmly rooted in that small percentage of true outlaw rock bands that do what they want without compromise.
They do not care of you like them or not, there are those who get it and those who don't.
Those that do? Well lets party, those that don't? Well...they can fuck off.
What else do you need to know? Collectively, we've all played in and with a bunch of bands, made a bunch of albums, toured a bunch, blah, blah, blah. Who cares? Instead, here are a few live videos that gives you an idea of what we're all about. There's more over there to the left.
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