Concealer

Concealer the band, a band unlike any other. United by the forces of Thursday, Wing Stop, and pornography served with toast, these five fight the forces of evil and bad music. From the different corners of the east bay, you can find each of the members in their natural environment. Iggy the lead guitarist can be found serving up sceney white kids that can't dance at Popscene, all while stealing everyone's girlfriend. Kyle the pop-punk drummer when not kickin' it with Juggernaut, goes out to A's games and pisses on Giants fans cars. Andrew, our latest and greatest singer, who once survived a round house kick from man-god chuck Norris, wears his bay area hardcore heart on his sleeve and on his vocal cords. Travis, our loyal and faithful guitarist can play his way into your heart, but fathers beware! Lock up your daughters from this handsome and mysterious stranger! Mason the bass player is currently MIA, probably lost somewhere between 1991 and 1998, perhaps one day he'll find his way out of the 90ís, probably when he stops crying himself to sleep while holding a Kurt Cobain doll. With their different backgrounds and musical tastes, forming together as Concealer, they create a genre that is cutting edge and different from the common garbage on the radio. So butter that bread, grease up that hand, and sit back for one hell of a show!