Kentucky based singer-songwriter Jasmine “Wonky Tonk” Poole, is an artist who is never afraid to put it all out there and leave a piece of herself behind. As a young girl, she was told that “Cowgirls get up in the morning, decide what to do and do it.” With a sound that touches on folk, Americana, country, and bluegrass, all anchored by a touch of honky tonk and propelled by her punk attitude, Poole clearly took that advice to heart and applied it to her music. Described as falling somewhere between First Aid Kit, Modest Mouse and Tune Yards, and with influences such as Loretta Lynn, Poole paves her own creative path on her LP release, Stuff We Leave Behind, available now.
Hailing from the booze-soaked, frozen tundra of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, S.S. Web fuses elements of Folk, Punk, Americana, Rock, and Country into a dark roots style all their own.
For the better part of 7 years S.S. Web has been plying their trade, honing their skills as musicians and songwriters. They self released their debut album, “North”, in 2011 and released it’s follow up, “1933”, in 2013 through Wayward Parade Records. The following two releases, both in 2014, included their third full-length album, “Skulls Will Sink”, and a self-titled split 7″ vinyl with Ando Ehlers. Taking to the road like marauding pirates take to the sea S.S. Web has played countless shows from coast to coast, bringing the party and a glorious racket wherever they go, making new fans and friends at every stop. The tides may change, but the ship will always sail…
Forged in the middle of a cold Wisconsin winter Pay The Devil plays an eclectic mix of original, bluegrass, folk, Irish, Americana, obscure, and outlaw country tunes and have been energizing crowds at venues large and small since 2012. They draw from a diverse song list, and can wear many hats including bluegrass, old-time, folk, Americana, and Irish. Some notable genre descriptions have included “shanty-grass”, and “riot-grass”. Pay The Devil is as comfortable on a festival stage as they are with their sleeves rolled up, pickin’ around a camp fire.