BlairBush is a delicious bag of tricks for your ears, a veritable Slip-N-Slide for your aural enjoyment. Comprised of four ne'er-do-wells of various age, awareness and arrest-records, this aesthetically-driven, alternative rock-laced quartet will deliver exactly what the rocket-surgeon ordered. Loquaciously located smack-dab in the creamy center of northwest D.C. and Baltimore, this band is setting its sights on the elusive audible ass-kickery niche, and is intended for consumption by anyone with a tasteful musical palette. Not so much for American Idol fans, but very much for Billy Idol fans. Jump in, we lova ya...check out new lyrics pages, our new blog here, or the new documentary trailer we are featured in here.

Blair, a golem born of the earth, a son of the soil spawned by the spent, commingling seed of David Bowie and Django Reinhardt, sprouted full-grown from a West Virginia mountain top. Uprooting boulders and leaping mighty chasms, his thunderous footfall is said to have shaken the yoke of oppression and is rumored to be always approaching destiny.

Chris, birthed from the immaculate conception of a demure lady bootstrap, took the polka charts by storm in the early 90s and has never looked back, until fortune grimaced upon him and endowed him with the mystical Sword of the Ambivalent - he has yet to decide how to use it.

Nikki, a neo-intellectual pseudo-aesthetic proto-typical literal-hyphenation, emerged from the shadow of her pasts into yet another shadow, and has patrolled the night ever since. A tragic ballroom-dancing incident left her with a so-called FIFTH sense, which she uses to sniff out both trouble AND danger.

Jay, a freakishly normal joe who likes moonlit gondola rides through rivers of blood, came to our wayward group as if in a dream. That dream has but one volume, but it is the volume of hope, of the future, of the people, of Wheat Chex.

Sneak on over to our streaming music page (or just use the iPod on your left) for a listen to what this rambling paragraph is trying to describe.