Est. The Parking Lot Behind Rico's Tattoo & Vape
Rescued instruments, unwashed velvet, and a rhythm section that showed up out of pure spite. This is Stray Dogs Rockers.
★★★★☆ Noise Complaint Hotline · ★★★★★ Charlie's Mother · ★★★☆☆ The Landlord (docked one star for "the incident")
Every great rock band starts with a spark. Stray Dogs Rockers started with a noise complaint.
Charlie, Duke, Sam, and Max were four strangers who got banned from the same open mic on the same Tuesday night, for four completely unrelated reasons. They regrouped in the parking lot to compare grievances and discovered, somewhat inconveniently, that they were now a full band. Nobody planned this. Everybody blames Charlie.
They rehearse out of a loading dock behind a laundromat that closed in 2019 — a location chosen entirely because nobody has complained about it yet. Their sound has been called "loud," "sincere," and, on one occasion, "legally distinct from noise." They've chosen to frame that last one.
I came in for a burrito. I left with a t-shirt and a mild hearing issue. Worth it.
— Guy Outside The VenueFive tracks. All original. Zero of them about being a good boy, surprisingly.
These are short previews. Full-length tracks are available on major streaming platforms and our YouTube channel — see the links in the Contact section.
Four dogs, four instruments, one shared disregard for the neighbors. Hover a pass for the full file.
Owns eleven guitars and a leash he's never once respected. Writes every solo like it's his last. It never is. Once finished a whole set on a broken string, out of pure principle.
Says maybe nine words a year, and saves most of them for bass solos. His velvet blazer has never seen a dry cleaner and, by policy, never will. Considers himself the serious one. Correct.
Brought a vintage Rhodes to band practice before he brought a couch to his own apartment. Claims to have "a whole system" for solos. The system is mostly vibes and a bandana.
Wears sunglasses indoors, outdoors, and during at least one recorded nap. Counts off every song at a different tempo than the one they land on. Nobody's told him. Nobody will.
Five principles. Non-negotiable. Taped to the inside of the van.
We've been asked. At weddings. At a funeral, somehow. The answer is no. It will always be no.
It happens at full volume, at the worst possible hour, and it is not up for discussion. The neighbors have opinions. We have a setlist.
It is purple. It is velvet. It has never been washed and never will be. This is a boundary, not a bit.
We always come back out. We always act surprised you wanted more. Please keep playing along — it means a lot to Sam specifically.
This rule exists because of one (1) incident. We're still not fully discussing it.
We start on time. Max insists. Nobody has ever seen Max check a watch, but we respect the confidence.
Shirts, hoodies, and one mug design Sam is way too proud of. Currently stuck in a screen-printing dispute we'd rather not get into. Sign up below and we'll bark when it drops.
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