Rattlesnake Preachers don’t just play music—they summon it. Born from the rugged expanse of Idaho, their sound is a tempestuous brew of folk traditions, blending the raw grit of blues, the restless spirit of rockabilly, and the unrelenting fury of punk. It’s music made for dive bars and back alleys, where the air is thick with smoke and the floors tremble under stomping boots. Call it punk-spiked blues or knife fight rock and roll, but even those labels fall short of the raucous energy they present on stage.

With Chance’s heart-pounding drums, Graham’s “wall of sound” rhythm guitar, Joe’s searing leads, and Fern’s thunderous bass and sinewy vocals, they craft a sound that’s both revival and revolution—a hymn for the troubled and defiant.

Rattlesnake Preachers are not just steeped in tradition; they wring it out, tearing through the fabric of folk and blues with punk’s jagged edge. It’s the sound of broken bottles and backroad confessions, of sinners and saints tangled in an unending bar brawl. Fire and brimstone? Maybe. But this is no sermon—it’s a warning. And it’s meant to be heard live & loud.