Thee Exploding Clocks
and The Sniffs
This blog first published June 2008 on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com
I first met Wade at a Rock bar in Pompano beach, South Florida, in the summer of ‘89. He had a kind of cowpunk look about him, very modern post punk, post Hanoi Rocks – cowboy style but definitely punk rock. For the most part his guitar sound sucked, but his playing was real good. [Read more →]
