It started out on a whim, and now it is a care-free gang of guys playing music. Add pizza, Pepsi, s’mores, chips, chicago style hot dogs, leather, knifes, daggers, swords, old school video games, girls, inside jokes, white & black plain t-shirts, jeans, very cool tube socks, dirt, grease, sweat, and possibly some type of mental social disorder and you get Shoebomb.
They are just four guys who like to hug each other and play music. If you want to listen to a band while skateboarding, walking to a store, waiting for a train, going on a road trip, sneaking out at night, moshing, or simply just to sing along, this is the band. They write songs about ANYTHING. They barely take themselves seriously.
In the end, they have no idea where they are going with Shoebomb, but they do know where they have been. And as long as there are stupid-nonsense-sense bands out there, Shoebomb will give hope and light to those dark souls whose ears have been poisoned by today’s music. Shoebomb is love, Shoebomb is life.
