Zeke

Guys hate guys. Guys really hate good-lookin' guys. We don't want to see some hairsprayed pretty boy batting his eyes and pursing his lips, because we feel threatened. The reason Ron Jeremy has a career is to give us normals hope. Zeke is Ron Jeremy music: thick, manly, hard and ugly. It's fast and it's brutal, but it has staying power. The members of Zeke are the type of guys who wear denim older than their listeners' median age. Though routinely lumped in with Antiseen, Speedealer and bands with a state and female genitalia in the name, Zeke owes nothing to Skynyrd. Still fueled by cars, women and alcohol, the outfit opts for a more urban brand of breakneck, white-trash thrash punk.

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