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Through the boarded up windows and deadbolted doors of a former mortuary, something stirs. It’s not ghosts, exactly—but the rumble of The Proffits tearing through another practice, loud enough to rattle hubcaps of the cars across the street in the parking lot. Fierce vocals distort over a bassline that rumbles beneath surf-drenched guitar and pounding drums.
The Proffits are Olympia, WA’s answer to a question nobody asked but everyone needed. Surf punk at its trashiest and most familiar, they channel the sleaze of The Cramps, the raw chaos of The Sonics, and flirt with the soul-scratched swagger of the Detroit Cobras. Their songs don’t just haunt—they move, with melodies and arrangements that summon hips into motion and boots onto beer-stained floors.
After several lineup changes, the current incarnation locked in the spring of 2025. By summer, they were already lighting up dive bars, BeerFests, and even playing a generator powered show under a bridge, leaving sweat, feedback, and unique merch in their wake.
At the end of June, the band spent a day at Decay, a local community space that doubles as a cradle for Olympia’s stranger sounds. In a single scorched day, they tracked a batch of raw, reverberating cuts that would become The Decay Demos—a first glimpse into capturing their sound.
The Proffits aren’t here to save rock and roll. They’re here to haunt it, shake it up, and drag it back to the garage where it belongs.
The Proffits are Olympia, WA’s answer to a question nobody asked but everyone needed. Surf punk at its trashiest and most familiar, they channel the sleaze of The Cramps, the raw chaos of The Sonics, and flirt with the soul-scratched swagger of the Detroit Cobras. Their songs don’t just haunt—they move, with melodies and arrangements that summon hips into motion and boots onto beer-stained floors.
After several lineup changes, the current incarnation locked in the spring of 2025. By summer, they were already lighting up dive bars, BeerFests, and even playing a generator powered show under a bridge, leaving sweat, feedback, and unique merch in their wake.
At the end of June, the band spent a day at Decay, a local community space that doubles as a cradle for Olympia’s stranger sounds. In a single scorched day, they tracked a batch of raw, reverberating cuts that would become The Decay Demos—a first glimpse into capturing their sound.
The Proffits aren’t here to save rock and roll. They’re here to haunt it, shake it up, and drag it back to the garage where it belongs.
