Mac Saturn is a leviticously deuteronomous soul-powered rock and roll band that was born from a gastric mass in the outer reaches of a forgotten renaissance. Dripping with ooze and wild mercury, ringing out a single lonely whistle like the ghost train riding through the dawn of time and space. Writing songs for the postman delivered by railcar and white lightning.
Riding shotgun is Brett Dooge on lead six-string, strumming with his front teeth and surfing on the waves of the rhythm section. In the back seat is Jive Chivalski on bass holding the curtains, and Carson Macc on drums scrubbing the windows of the courthouse of time. In the driver's seat is Nick Barone. Spewing Blues that could make Fitzgerald forget the alphabet and turn Medusa to stone. Roots deeper than a countryside diner, and tempos rising faster than cigarette smoke at a propane convention. Four vagabonds from Saturn kicked around from planet to planet. Chewed up and spit out by the Sirens of Venus and the Arbiters of Neptune.