Picture this scene, the one you've seen a thousand times before. Anytown, USA you sit in a lifeless nightclub, watching the lethargic barflies drink away their woes, as they mingle with the kids who are there for the show. In the background, you hear the band setting up as you try to gulp down a stale tasting Budweiser. You notice that the clatter of cymbals being set up, guitars tuning has all but stopped and an eerie silence fills the room.
Then slam,bam,rightin your face.

It is impossible to not be intrigued by this band. In some kind of defunct primordial ceremony, with all the brutality of a hockey game;WISKERBISKET may exchange hip checks or even the occasional head shot while playing for their congregation. Thus, turning even the most pious punk scenester into one of the converted.

in fanatical fashion,WISKERBISKET is leaving no stone unturned with the promotion of their band; from clubs, bars, colleges, record labels and radio stations to promoters, distributors, magazines, fanzines and e-zines.Never taking themselves too seriously, they stick to what they believe in, first and foremost being in a band is about having fun and rocking out. Until the day they can finally quit their day jobs and play music full time, they will do it one way or another.