The Lower Broads

The Lower Broads


Turned up, plugged in, garage rock with punk attitude. Four guys not embarrassed to play straight ahead rock'n'roll. Then turn around and do a tune with a dance beat to get the ladies goin'. All the while leading the party with alcohol drenched tales of excess and longing. Raaaaaawk!


The sordid story of the Lower Broads

Johnny was without a last name. Not that he particularly cared, mind you. He just forgot his from years of drinking (Maker’s Mark on the rocks, thank you very much). While living the life of Bukowski (albeit in Queens, NY), an ill wind blew Johnny into Nashville, along with a bottle of whiskey, his electric guitar, a love for rock and roll (Dolls-style, preferably), and (according to your point of view) a bad attitude. Upon landing, Johnny was accosted by another whiskey aficionado, Murphy. A fellow New York ex-pat Murphy wasn’t like the other drunks Johnny usually hung around with; this one played drums and upon laying eyes upon the recently transplanted guitarist, christened him “Johnny Broad”. Armed with Murphy and a shared love for sleazy glam/punk/garage rock and roll, The Lower Broads (as they will henceforth be referred to) decided then and there to form Nashville’s sleaziest glam/punk/garage band. After recording their debut record, Broads!Broads!Broads!, produced by Those Legendary Shack Shakers Mark Robertson, the “Broads” recruited two new down-at-heel rockers, named Christopher Ratay on bass and Todd Alan Martin on lead guitar completing the line-up. The addition of these two Nashville boys has propelled the Broads into the upper echelon (“Whadduzit mean?”-Johnny Broad) of the Nashville rock and roll scene. These Broads wow the girls with their filthy rock and roll, while scaring the boys so bad they grow greasy hair and spout cigarette and whiskey tainted-not-enough-sleep eyes by the end of their set. Loud, raucous, alcohol infused, drug saturated, and very occasionally, sensitive, The Lower Broads are ready to change you. Change for the better? I think so. Then again, like Bukowski, I’m always drunk.

-Harry J. Smith
Former journalist, disgraced certified public accountant, rockologist.


St. Valentine's

Written By: Kinnaird/Bolinger/Murphy

St. Valentine’s/ My pain

Got my whiskey and my cigarettes
About as low as I could get
Cause I knew that you were going to call
Waiting for the phone to ring
St. Valentine the cruelest thing
Is that she never loved me at all

My friends know I’m I drunk and
It’s only 4 o’clock and
My head it’s startin’ to spin
So solitude will take its shape
I'll pour myself another drink
Send my pain in place of that call

I hope you lose your fake accent
I hope you lose your pride
A lifetime full of misery
But I hope that you don’t die

Then you’ll feel my pain

I feel like hell
When I think of you
Pure evil like the day is long
Still waiting for the phone to ring
St. Valentine the cruelest thing
Is that she will enjoy this call

Oh, I'm so fucked up
and I hope that’s the shape that you’re in

But the truth prevails
The facts the max
Pour myself another drink
And now my phone begins to ring

I hope you lose your fake accent
I hope you lose your pride
A lifetime full of misery
But I hope that you don’t die

Then you’ll feel my pain


Broads!Broads!Broads! is the debut release from Nashville garage rockers The Lower Broads. Official release set for July 2008.

Set List

1. Kismet (The Lower Broads)
2. What Can I Do? (The Lower Broads)
3. St. Valentine's (The Lower Broads)
4. Constant Affirmation (The Lower Broads)
5. Get on Top of Me (The Lower Broads)
6. She's Bad (The Lower Broads)
7. Tell Me Something (The Lower Broads)
8. Dirty Lies (The Lower Broads)
9. Catholic Girls (The Lower Broads)
10. Give it Away (The Lower Broads)
11. Sex, Drugs, and Rock'n'Roll (The Lower Broads)

This is a typical 1 hour time slot club list we use. These 11 only run about 42 minutes toe to heel. All originals in this set list. We have five or six more originals we add or swap out depending on time and the crowd.

We also will throw in the occasional cover. Songs like "Do you wanna touch" by Gary Glitter, or "Great Big Kiss" done a la New York Dolls.