In a time when music is tainted by seriousness and douchebaggery at every turn three keepers of the gnar have taken the challenge to snatch back the thrash. The Stickers provide a positive influence for tweenage girls and aging fathers across the universe.

They shall crush mountains into diamond earrings and spit in the lobes of all who oppose them. They will sext their many lovers on stage as the world waits for climax. The Stickers will snarl, boom, and bleed their way into the famished stomachs of popular culture watching the grease drip off the lips of those waiting for their chance to feed.

Stickers are a Seattle based band comprised of bass, drums, sax, and vocals. The following words, blurbs and sentences from listeners describe their sound. Skuzzy. No-wave. "They summoned up a maelstrom of erotically charged muscle-and-bones rock." Raspy. Flirt with distortion. Metronomic drumming. Hot-under-the-collar lyrics. Fem-punk energy. Art damaged and tastefully addictive. "Stickers' sound is stuck to the bumpers of three cars annihilating each other in a demolition derby, and your ears are in the engine about to catch fire."

Seattle trio Stickers make a no-wave punk rock racket on bass, drums, saxophone, and vocals. Their grooves are rough around the edges, rowdy but eminently friendly to the dance floor, led by sneering female vocals and spiked with brass skronk and distortion.