California Rock ‘N Roll quartet Balto makes timeless, bone shaking songs - attitude and groove, joy and ferocity. They are the kind of band that is unafraid to bleed for their craft. Card-Carrying cultists of the Great American Song, the Great American Groove, and the Great American Highway.
A band of young, lifelong working musicians with thousands of shows between them - Sheldon Reed, pounding his drums, face contorting with concentration, occasional Jarrett-like moan escaping into the overhead microphones. Mr. Adam Ditt on the bass guitar, waist-length hair swaying, fingers skating on the lower frets, sounding like The Who’s John Entwistle after a decade of peyote-fueled wanderings in the Sonoran Desert. Tristan Lake Leabu, long limbs askew, infectiously joyous, eminently maximal, jumping between the twin necks of a big SG. Dan Sheron, right hand bleeding on a telecaster, blowing his voice out on one more song before the night is through.
