I work with Chris Karnes, their lead singer and one-half of their guitar regiment. A splendidly nicer and more down-to-earth fellow you could not ever hope to meet. Yet, when he takes the stage, he becomes a possessed man, hell-bent on spreading the fire-and-brimstone Word of Rock to all within a six-mile radius (the approximate blast radius of their amplifiers). Jumping and skittering, leaping and zig-zagging around, he appears to be some kind of messianic epileptic. I’ve never seen more energy put out by a four-cylinder punk-rawk band in all my life.

Check them out at Canal Street Tavern in glorious downtown Dayton (1 Nov 2006):
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“Trouble”

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(no idea what this one’s called but it’s hella entertaining, with masterful tambourine stylings by “Ross,” a kooky bearded dude from the audience!)

1. the name has changed to The Roi
2. no previous staff will be working there
3. no meatheads at the door
4. Craig is a musician
5. Libby went to my alma mater

$www$.myspace.com/roiofclubs

This is the greatest news to hit the Dayton music scene since Bob Pollard started screwing around with Radio Shack microphones.

UPDATE, 15 Sept 2006: Sadly, there will be no Roi of Clubs. Not entirely sure what happened.

Sean seriously fucking rocks. Get The Cocker Spaniel’s latest CD you fools.