Forget the bio, we're lazy, here is some press and fan support.....
Hi there Biters:
I was fortunate to have made it to your show at Maxwell's in Hoboken, NJ a few
weeks ago - my first time seeing you live despite being a fan for some time
(ever since I bought your white vinyl 10" some time ago). I say this because
my wife had given birth to our second child - baby boy Lucien Amauri - just two
days before. I had not slept in days and felt a bit uneasy driving 3 hours to
NJ from New Haven, Connecticut to the show. My wife, however, strongly
encouraged me not to miss you this time. She knows how much I like the band
and how disappointed I had been for missing your previous northeast visits
(botttom line.. she rules!).
Even more so, I was lucky to run into Travis and Joey outside before the show.
Not sure what to have expected, but I must say that I was pleasantly surprised
with how cool and down to earth you guys are. I really had a nice time talking
with them both and absolutely loved your live show - unbelievable is what comes
to mind when describing the presence, sheer energy of the band - an experience I will
never forget.. The drive home was not so bad, particularly
since I had your CD's to listen to over and over and over... it made 3 hours
seem pretty short.
Well, I've rambled on too long and said more than I had in mind, which was
really just to say thanks. Thanks for the great music, a great show, being
down to earth and accessible, and more importantly for helping make that week
one of the best of my life - new baby boy and The Biters show within 48 hours.
Now that's all right!
PS. Consider playing at Cafe Nine in New Haven if you get a chance. Small
venue, but definitely a cool place.
Enrique M. De La Cruz
Yale University, MB&B
260 Whitney Avenue
PO Box 208114
New Haven, CT 06520-8114
During my time on at MOKB, I’ve awarded the Best Rock Band in America title to, in order: Marah, The Hold Steady, the Avett Brothers and The Black Keys. Mere minutes into The Biters’ sweat-soaked set at The Jackalope on Saturday, I knew the belt was destined to change hands again. How did it happen? The old-fashioned way: the Atlanta-based quartet took the stage in that oppressively hot room on 6th, counted it off, and took it.
Remember when rock stars looked like rock stars and not sullen Radio Shack employees? Well, the biters look like Joan Jett’s delinquent brothers, right down to the matching haircuts and tattered jean vests. Yes, you read that right: jean vests. So when you and Heidi Klum are wearing’em this summer, feel free to blame The Biters, along with everyone favorite Venusians, Valient Thorr.
And act like rock stars? This band positively oozes attitude, the kind that makes people afraid to sit on public toilet seats. Let’s just say that if sneers were currency, singer Tuk and Adnan Khashoggi would be golf buddies. And don’t get me started on drummer Joey, who grabbed the 2011 Ginger Baker award for regifting mid song and not missing a beat.
But an outfit doesn’t get to be the Best Rock Band in America on the strength of denim, attitude and projectile vomit alone. The Biters have great songs, but classifying this band as power pop really doesn’t do them justice, especially given their subtle co-opting of punk, glam and hard rock. A few spins through the All Chewed Up EP (get it here) and you’ll recognize influences (including such heavies as Cheap Trick, Thin Lizzy, KISS and the Bay City Rollers), but it’s all in the service of peerless pop songs. Pop songs that’ll be stuck in your head long after the hangover subsides.
Finally, You gotta deliver the goods. And believe me, you, The Biters leave it all up on stage. At a point in the festival when most bands were phoning it in, The Biters played with precision and urgency that’s pretty rare under the best of circumstances. Truth be told, they played every song like their very existence depended on it.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Best Rock Band in America. The Biters.
It’s OK to Like Biters
Another Biters EP? Oh, that’s right, Jack. I guess releasing one outta-this-world album in 2010 wasn’t enough for these power pop superheroes because they’ve gone ahead and dropped yet another five-song masterpiece on us like a sack full o’ diamonds. Seriously, if they keep this up my heart’s gonna explode in a shower of cocktail napkin confetti. But really, can you think of a better way to go? Sure, you’re saying, when I’m balls deep in a teenage scream queen. Well, I got news for ya, friend. This is better than that. I’ll take your juicy thighs and smeared lipstick and raise you an orgy of rock n’ roll, cotton candy, jungle cats, wet tongues, and champagne bubbles. It’s just all sorts of crazy good stuff, ya know? When I had a go at their self-titled EP, I said that if the Biters weren’t the biggest band in the world real soon that we’d all be doomed, and I believe that now more than ever. So do the Biters apparently, who are doing their part by releasing the most amazing music at a roller-skate pace. It may be OK to like Biters, but it’s better to fucking love Biters. In fact, it’s pretty much mandatory.
Listen to “Melody For Lovers” from It’s OK to Like Biters!
Biters 10" EP
From The Heart Attacks to Poison Arrows to Biters, the long road of rock n’ roll glory for singer/guitarist Tuk has been littered with trashy riffs, drug problems, and dead ends. The usual suicide story that sticks to every tight-pant Thunders junkie like a safety pin on a worn out leather jacket lands a lot closer to sad than success, but if the stigma doesn’t kill ya, it can only make you stronger, right? Probably, which is why Tuk hopes his latest bubblegum machine, Biters, will break through the bastard cliches and avoid the inevitable burst that comes when you sink your teeth into the cheap, sticky solution of reckless days and wasted nights. Whether that happens remains to be seen, but for now our springboard is this self-titled EP, and goddamn it if it’s not screamin’ at me like a gaggle of teenage groupies. With the five deliciously catchy glam punk ditties on board here, I don’t know how the Biters are ever going to avoid burnin’ out in the gutter like a bunch of high school dropouts. This is some magic marker mayhem, man, part Cheap Trick power pop, part New York Dolls lipstick rock, and all jukebox jive. If the Biters aren’t the biggest band in the world real soon, we’re all doomed.