It's been said many times in many different ways:
"What the world really needs is another Rock &Roll band."
The Wheels ARE that band.
"Rock and roll is theft", Joe Strummer once claimed. If this axiom holds true, then The Wheels just might have some of the stickiest fingers of all time. They have gone to great lengths to cherry pick the choicest vibes, feels, grooves, ideas, and moments from all decades of Rock & Roll's glorious history, including side excursions to numerous other related musical territories. In the process they have managed to rip off everyone and everything worth ripping off, and are quite proud of it. 'Eclectic' doesn't even begin to describe it.
Moving deftly from Classic Rock to Punk to Rockabilly to Funk to Pop to Heavy Metal to Country to Latin to anything else they feel like playing, The Wheels don't give an audience the chance to get bored. People stick around to see what's coming next and The Wheels keep them guessing all night long. Comparing The Wheels to other bands simply isn't fair to the other bands when most jukeboxes don't even have this kind of range.
With original music like this the notion of playing cover tunes seems decidedly quaint and anticlimactic.
Bobby
Drums are the heartbeat of Rock and Roll and nobody's heart pumps out more of the stuff than this guy's.
And it doesn't just start and end when he gets behind the kit. Sure he played all the hippest venues on Sunset Strip in the glory days of the L.A. rock scene, but before the musicians would hit the stage they were all lined up to have Bobby do their hair. The fact that the music of the era has come to be known as "Hair Rock" is a fitting tribute the the mans' talent.
But don't go thinking that Bobby is just your average run of the mill Rock and Roll badass. Aside from his musical pursuits he has managed to find other cool stuff to do, such as building hot rods, overthrowing South American dictatorships and running drugs for the C.I.A.
You probably think I'm kidding, right?
Debbie
Everyone's favorite Wheel.
Our Lady of Perpetual Motion. The Goddess of Thunder. The Fat Bottom Girl that makes the Rocking World go Round.
It's been said that no band is better than its bassist and this one proves the point. Much more talented than her punk roots will let her admit, Debbie is 107 lbs. of pure rock solid groove. You know she ain't just thumping root notes...
And despite having cultivated a persona that makes Johnny Rotten seem personable and a work ethic that makes Sid Vicious look like an overachiever, she manages to remain beyond reproach.
Why? Because she's just that good....
Michael
The Ace of Cups. Rocking you all with a Les Paul. Keeping it alive on the 335. The Master of Disaster with the Telecaster. All that with a Strat. In the Know with the Dobro... You get the point, he plays a mean guitar.
He also does the singing, writes the songs, and cracks the whip.
Suffering from the problem of enjoying far to many different styles of music to play any one thing all night long, Michael figured that it was either play in ten different bands or form one band that could do it all. A challenging task for sure, but he was just crazy enough to try it.
It was no piece of cake, but with Debbie and Bobby's help he has managed to forge a sound that is every bit as schizophrenic as he is.
Once, maybe twice in a generation does talent of this magnitude converge. But don't look for The Wheels to go the Superstar route anytime soon.
As Debbie says: "F**k the hype, we're just in it for the kicks".
Come experience the magic for yourself as the past, present, and future of Rock & Roll collide in a glorious supernova of transcendental orgiastic bliss.
Come experience The Wheels.
