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⚓️ Dead Nettles: The Saltiest Indie Rock Crew to Ever Set Sail ⚓️
Arrr, gather ‘round ye landlubbers and lend an ear — for this be the tale of Dead Nettles, a rowdy crew of indie rock buccaneers who sail the seven seas o’ sound with guitars fer cannons and choruses that could sink a galleon.
At the helm stands Captain Mollie Emery, a siren with a voice that could charm Poseidon himself — her melodies drift soft as sea mist one moment, then crash like a storm the next. Wieldin’ the six-string like a cutlass be First Mate Jett Eastwood, strummin’ riffs sharp enough to carve through the calmest waters. Quartermaster Jack Robbie keeps the ship steady with thunderous basslines that rattle the hull, while Powder Monkey Chris Harris mans the drums — poundin’ skins like cannon fire in the heat o’ battle.
Born from the wreckage of quiet shores and late-night tavern sessions, Dead Nettles play their own brand o’ wild and wistful indie rock — songs o’ longing, rebellion, and the sweet sting of freedom. Each tune be a voyage, each show a storm ye won’t soon forget.
So batten down the hatches, mates — when Dead Nettles take the stage, the tide turns, the grog flows, and the sea itself starts to sing.
🏴☠️ Raise yer cups and yer hearts — Dead Nettles sail again! 🏴☠️
Arrr, gather ‘round ye landlubbers and lend an ear — for this be the tale of Dead Nettles, a rowdy crew of indie rock buccaneers who sail the seven seas o’ sound with guitars fer cannons and choruses that could sink a galleon.
At the helm stands Captain Mollie Emery, a siren with a voice that could charm Poseidon himself — her melodies drift soft as sea mist one moment, then crash like a storm the next. Wieldin’ the six-string like a cutlass be First Mate Jett Eastwood, strummin’ riffs sharp enough to carve through the calmest waters. Quartermaster Jack Robbie keeps the ship steady with thunderous basslines that rattle the hull, while Powder Monkey Chris Harris mans the drums — poundin’ skins like cannon fire in the heat o’ battle.
Born from the wreckage of quiet shores and late-night tavern sessions, Dead Nettles play their own brand o’ wild and wistful indie rock — songs o’ longing, rebellion, and the sweet sting of freedom. Each tune be a voyage, each show a storm ye won’t soon forget.
So batten down the hatches, mates — when Dead Nettles take the stage, the tide turns, the grog flows, and the sea itself starts to sing.
🏴☠️ Raise yer cups and yer hearts — Dead Nettles sail again! 🏴☠️
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