Stone Deaf

@ New Castle, CO

Formed in late 2014 in New Castle, Colorado Stone Deafʼs approach to music is a timeless fusion of melody and driving rhythms blending the rock vibes of The Hellacopters and Thin Lizzy with the sludgy thickness of Kyuss and Corrosion Of Conformity, changing gears between chugging riffs, bluesy rock and laid back moments of unadulterated heaviness. With their eponymous debut being released on Black Bow Recordings and their 2018 follow up Royal Burnout on their own label the band is no stranger to hard work. To top it off they have released four videos, for their tracks ‘Boozy Spool’, ‘Spitshine’, ‘Buzzards’ and ‘Monochrome’. Stone Deaf provides a soundtrack to your drive into oblivion. Their tightly refined sound has gotten them key opening slots for everyone from ASG, Mondo Generator, Brant Bjork, Yawning Man, OM, Dead Meadow, The Obsessed, Conan and Mac Sabbath to Hed PE.

Stone Deaf emerged from a small town in the desert in strange circumstances. Front-man Dust Chapin wrote the first record on his own due to frustration with a lack of musicians in his area. As luck would have it, he owns a pizza shop working alongside bassist Cody Isaman, having later met drummer Kirsotfer Petross and later recruiting long-time friend/ guitarist Clifton Sartin. When you find out that Dust Chapin’s mother was a close friend of Hunter S Thompson’s, it all locks into place – this band has always known the true meaning of weird.

Inspired by ethereal desert landscapes and bizarre life circumstances there is a certain madness that serves to make the bands unique stoner rock stomp special. This is the sound of ancient aliens poking through the lonely AM waves, the light of the radio your only company in the vastness of sonic absolution. It is David Lynch inspired sonic palette to accompany the hope of lights in the distance under a dome of desert stars. With a bevy of tours under their collective belts all around the great American West and with many more yet to come, it’s time to leave your watch behind, forget about the grind and soak in the sounds of the middle of nowhere.