I pity all of those who said they were going to see the band We Are Country Mice with me and then did not go. Why? you might ask. Because they rocked my face off. And they did such a great job that it took me an hour to find my face after it had been thoroughly rocked off.
These guys have a unique sound that I enjoy. It's kind of like folk rock, country and hard rock had a dirty one-night-stand threesome and somehow managed to produce a child that inherited genes from all three. Graphic.
On top of that, these are some incredibly humble, down-to-earth and just plain-old nice guys. Sure, a very good, nay, great friend of mine is the dummer. But like I said to him and the lead vocalist, "If you guys weren't any good and I didn't like the music, I wouldn't keep coming back."
They have another show on March 26th. That's a Thursday. It's late; they're playing at 11pm. But I'm pretty sure I'll be there once again.
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