Rusted Root

Oh for the halcyon days of the H.O.R.D.E. festival, when the patchouli oil flowed freely and
hacky sacks were plenty. These days, bands of that stripe have been relegated to peddling
their wares to faux flower children driving BMWs and toting cell phones. It seems no one,
though, has told Rusted Root that the party is over. The Pittsburgh jam-banders have always
sounded like a well-traveled drum circle that went on to form a group, and their... More >