by Matt Williams
It’s just past five o’clock in The Party Dress jamspace on a chilly November Sunday, and Reuben Todd (guitar/vocals), Stefan Kroeker (drums), and Hart Koepke (bass) are relaxing beside a coffee table scattered with a colorful array of dead soldiers and full ashtrays. The walls are plastered with posters: a jolly roger, a velvet tiger, and my personal favourite, a cheap printout of a half-naked Brigitte Bardot. An old Budweiser pool table lamp hangs in the far side of the room. The heater is cranked up and it smells like the air is burning. Koepke just woke up. Continue reading “The Party Dress :: Local swamp-rockers get spooky, scary on new 7””