Bike Tuff

Bike Tuff

 Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA
BandAlternativePunk

Bike Tuff take a no-bullshit approach to punk rock. Their sound has been crafted across the midwest over the years, with hints of speed and aggression laced with melody and reflection.

"Anthem after anthem after anthem"- Rock Sound Magazine

Biography

Bike Tuff take a no-bullshit approach to punk rock. Their sound has been crafted in basements across the midwest over the years, with hints of speed and aggression laced with melody and reflection. With their most recent release, Into Shore, the band have elevated their sound more than ever, with anthemic verses, catchy choruses and loads of energy. Fans of pop-punk and more aggressive punk will both find stuff to love with Bike Tuff.

Lyrics

Oak St. Market

Written By: N. Richards

Tearing into you, I didn't get it. You weren't black and blue, you were just molecules; and look at me. I feel a little pathetic compiling your fault lines for me to ride through this summer. Now I want to go back to where the leaves and snow and feet snuffed out these cracks. Leather and rubber, together, our boots rubbing pavement or ice in Kalamazoo.

I wish I knew how karma flows. Are we bound to the present, or will it let me go? Will it follow me back? Will it follow me back? To where the leaves and snow and feet snuffed out these cracks. Leather and rubber, together, our boots rubbing pavement or ice in Kalamazoo; I wish I knew.

Los Plantanos

Written By: N. Richards

I ain’t seen your eyes like this in quite some time, girl. Bodies poised, lips pursed, finally letting go. Naked toes grip the carpet and I might be wrong but I’d swear you’re in love. I’d swear you’re in love. I might be wrong.

I ain’t lying when I say that I need this. I know you need this too. But can you blame me for not wishing it happened when I’m across the room?

My mouth’s dry, slightly pigeon toed. My insecurities are growing bigger with time. But my eyes feel at home locked on you. It’s just making out. It’s just making out.

Baby, You're an Anarchist

Written By: N. Richards

The way you said it so cold, “I never want to see you again.” I’m watching ink run off of pictures from the rooftop of your home. In mid July, your voice was beading down my spine. But I didn’t love you…What could I do? What could I do?

The secondhand smoke, I haven’t missed it. Oxygen’s no better with carcinogens and laced in shards of hope. I’m feeling overwhelmed with you. It’s all or nothing, for life or cut free. My hearts not strong enough for two.

And now you’re leaving me notes saying you don’t want me to leave you alone. “Hey I miss you, here’s my number. Call me later, we can talk it over.” But I hate phones and half the time I just want this to disappear. I don’t want to be there. I don’t want to be there.

Discography

Into Shore (LP, 2013)
Split with Homelife (Split EP, 2010)
S.U.D.S (EP, 2009)

Set List

All original and super fun.