Well, they’re no longer getting kicked out of every bar they play and singing guitar-slinger Jeremy James seems to be managing to keep his amplifier running for an entire set, but make no bones about it: This rampaging T-County monster is still abrasive enough to get under most people’s sensitive skin. Delivering some of the finest blasts of Dwarves-inspired punk rock ‘n’ roll that you could ever hope to hear, The Gunt Punchers are one of my favorite bands. Some of their shows are the stuff of legend already — beer baths, broken equipment, vomiting on the side of the stage. You might think them clowns who are interested in screwing around if it weren’t for the fact that their music just slays. Go see this band. Wear a raincoat.
