Plainride Lyrics

Imagine a pack of rabid tumbleweeds sweeping across the hot desert sand of Mojave set on fire by the nearby explosion of a Dodge Challenger ‘69 driven into a fuel soaked pile of Orange Half-Stacks by four whole-body bearded lumberjacks dressed in bearskin.You still follow?Good.Now what if I tell you said lumberjacks use guitar strings as dental floss and consider alligator-wrestling the most innocent part of their childhood? There you go. Shaking the earth like a ravaging hurricane and filling the skies with thundering riffs, we at PLAINRIDE practice what we consider one of the finest Genres ever to emerge from the sacred ashes of the 70s.Our recipe?Earth Rockin’ Drums,A beard growth inducing Bass,Fuzzomental Guitars,the Roar of a Wo... read more