artist The Sunday Sinners

By Jordan Dayvez from the Mystery Girls

Up from Ashes, Smoke, Brimstone, the Sunday Sinners stomp down some Blatant rock and' roll. A pride of young cats presiding from Montreal raising up that new gospel sound......

Move your feet and shake your soul. Sounds wreak of high yella's swinging their thing through night and into the morn. Throwing hands towards the sky singing his praise...... Hallelujah! they shout ending with amen. But these birds are of a different feather so everybody put your palms together.

Your heart drops to your knees when you hear the organ bleed. The guitars strapped the the backs of twin red-blooded rythym machines. Feel the beat blossom in the rear, the flooding of the bass and the drums in your ear. The voices your hear cruise like a missile and the targets on your soul your it's final victim.

So come to the show and/or listen to the wax, get involved, tap your feet or just relax. It's a Pirate/Cowboy(girl) renaissance in these hills. So pull up a chair and plug yourself into this assembly line.

Hey, it's the FUN FACTORY, I've got my forty hours.

Visit us: www.thesundaysinners.com or http://www.myspace.com/thesundaysinners