I'm not saying that the TV raised me, but, this is Raised on TV
SONIQLOOX: Issue 004
Sometimes a band name tells you everything. Sometimes it reminds you of your own past. And sometimes, it just makes you want to ask more questions.
Raised on TV does all three for me.
It was a summer evening in hot-ass Las Vegas when I walked into The Red Dwarf.
Now, I don’t go out that often and I can hardly remember the last dive bar I visited, but this venue was cozy, almost intimate. The perfect spot for a little debauchery and loud music.
Well, I got the second part right at least.
The mood was alive. The energy felt good. The room buzzed with the promise of something electric. After a few minutes of mingling with like-minded folks, swapping stories about the ins and outs of the Las Vegas music scene, Raised on TV hit the stage and turned the volume all the way up.
They were loud, the good kind of loud though, the kind of loud that makes your whole body feel the music.
But who are these guys? Let’s rewind to the Valley garage where it all began…
