Swaddled tight in the electrified buckskin of their classic rock-n-roll forefathers, our four Washington braves set out to blanket America in a hot winter blizzard. Don’t be fooled by the silk strands tucked behind their ears: what the maps don’t tell you is that all-night drives make for better lives, deer come out of nowhere, and what parents don’t know (night after night) won't kill them.

The Lonely H spent their graduation summer [2007] touring
coast-to-coast in support of their new record and got
a glimmer of the mission they were born to
undertake. Tour is a magical place where every
stage, no matter how high, is a new opportunity
to deliver the goods. Armed with melodies that
sound like letters to Penthouse etched on
colored vinyl, the band lifted, lightened,
and gave rise to every technical challenge.
Bulletins started coming in over the wire
from fans and bloggers [MSNBC, The New
York Post, CMJ]. So from Memphis to
Manhattan went pockets full of picks, licks,
pianos, and the living-loving swagger that
has happily intoxicated the Pacific
Northwest the last few years.

Thanks to these starlit marauders, Port
Angeles can sometimes sound like the good
parts of 1970’s Los Angeles depending what
Saturday night they’re home. Idling the van for
a wise fall quarter at the University Of Washington,
the H cracked books and fantasized with giddy relief
about their soon-to-be-months out on the road in 2008.
They can handle it, mama. Not only did they survive the
twelfth grade riding ferries to play rock shows on school nights,
they simultaneously penned and released two albums with heart and
heat to match [Kick Upstairs (2006) and Hair (2007) – The Control Group].

See you this year...without a signed permission slip.