“We’re Soul Blind, from the Hudson Valley,” is how the set starts. And the band makes good on that
threat from the first note. Thick, pedal-drenched, and aggressive, Soul Blind take the heaviest elements of
their hardcore roots and cut it with Modern Rock. The songs you heard in your dad’s truck are run through
the unforgiving filter of the music that drew you to punk and metal. Crowbar and Stone Temple Pilots. All
Out War into Tad. It’s all there, because Soul Blind doesn’t try to hide what shaped them. The result is
music for the freaks. Non-denominational subculture weirdo tracks. It’s the sound of living in the shadow
of NYC and never feeling jealous. The sound of proudly standing on the shoulders of local giants who
never got their due. The sound of being four reprobates with nothing to offer the world but music. In other
words, a real band.