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The best kept secret in music


"Review of Instant Singles Collection, Vol. II (Boss Tuneage)"

"Just ahead of their soon to be released debut full length, East Coast kool kids Skeeter could plug that overlong gap left by Husker Du and early 80’s era Elvis Costello / Joe Jackson and elements of Chris Brockaw / Moviola (so yes, as you can imagine, superb), combining meaty chords with succulent hooks that weave a curious yet intoxicating fabric of soft MOR pop rock that nibbles away under the skin to bask you beneath glowing skies and the tender chill of introspective solitude, best track 'In my Amp'."

"…more teasers from soon to be your favourite band, Skeeter…" - Losing Today, UK

"Review of Possibly The Only… (Boss Tuneage)"

"...'Possibly The Only' is an infectious, warming record that could perfectly soundtrack anything from a days skating to a late night drive." ***1/2 - Skratch The Surface, UK

"Review of Possibly The Only… (Boss Tuneage)"

"…always the perfect balance between big guitars and soaring melodies…" ***1/2 - Tous En Tong, France

"Review of Possibly The Only... (Boss Tuneage)"

Classic power pop here, folks! Muscular power-pop with classic melodies that`ll have you humming in your sleep. Think The Odds (a lot!), The Caufields, the poppy side of Sugar, The Churchills and Dillon Fence. Skeeter blend a sharp guitar sound with dreamy melodic vocals against powerful "wall of sound" production! There`s layers of sweet, brash and crunchy guitars, slippery riffs and heavy smatterings of hot, arousing hooks. Basically, sugar coated power pop slammed into a wall of guitar. Skeeter dish out 11 songs that perfectly showcase a strong confidence in the material, excellent songwriting skills, fluid musicianship and a record that holds up to each listen, even for the jaded pop fan. -


Possibly The Only…, Boss Tuneage, BOSTAGE5127


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Welcome to the happy world of Skeeter, East coast power-pop phenoms. We write songs about all the normal stuff (car crashes, prison, comas, voodoo dolls, stalkers) that occurs in our everyday, boring lives.

On the surface, Skeeter is a fuel-injected rock trio with an uncanny penchant for infectious melodies. Look a little bit deeper, and you’ll find elements of country, psychedelia, and jazz — all layered within a deceptively sophisticated formula that is easy to understand.

“I had this secret stash of songs,” states Skeeter helmsman Jason Petrisko. “For some years I’d been writing things that just didn’t seem right for whatever band I was in; I just started recording them for kicks ... People heard some songs and freaked the f**k out.” No small feat, considering Petrisko’s former bandmates: Warner/Discover recording artists Mars Needs Women, members of Spacehog, The Psychedelic Furs, and Brit superstar Robbie Williams’s band.

Weaned on an unbalanced diet of Ramones, Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, Husker Du, underground punk, 70’s rock, and Rick Springfield, Skeeter has a little something for everyone — indie-rock elitist or tone impaired musical neophyte, alike.

“I’ve never understood the trend (see: trendy) of middle-class suburban kids singing about how angry they are at nothing. I’m thinking — You’ve never even bought your own toilet paper, guy. We’re all getting pretty tired of it ... Maybe it’s just me, but I always dug the way Steely Dan could get songs about hookers and drug s**t pumped into supermarkets and elevators — Now that’s genius ... Combine that with my love of deafeningly loud guitars, and classic melodies, and you’ve got Skeeter.”

A freshly-inked deal with longstanding UK label Boss Tuneage now brings Skeeter’s debut full-length record, Possibly The Only…, to melody-hungry listeners worldwide. If initial reviews are any indication, this record is in for its fair share of acclaim. And hey, when reviewers say things like “always the perfect balance of big guitars and soothing melodies” or “soon to be your next favourite band,” well — who are we to argue?