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Weight of the world got you feeling down? Need to cleanse your spirit? Drink from The Old Smugglers aural elixir and cure the pain and suffering that ails. Let the evangelical sound recharge your vital force and cast out the demons.
 
Armed with ill-conceived notions of grandeur and makeshift accompaniment, The Old Smugglers transient circus of shipwrecked fools steal the words of the devil and sling them with great fortitude and reckless abandon.
 
With buckets of gumption and whisky, The Old Smugglers extinguish the fires of mediocrity and complacency to bring forth a new day of undeserved confidence. They are your guides to musical fulfillment. Like a nightingale stuck in your throat and a rusty nail up your backside, The Old Smugglers bottom deal and backslide their way into your heart to save your wretched soul.

The Crew

The Infamous Dr. Thunder. Photo by Alyssa Banks.

The Infamous Dr. Thunder

Captain of Multi-Instrumentalism

Caterwauling like a canoe filled with hammers dragged down an alley, wrapped in sheet metal, barbed wire, and houndstooth…emerging from the dark sea.

Photo by Alyssa Banks

Mister December. Photo by Alyssa Banks.

Mister December

Handsome Devil

A handsome heartbreaker with an unhealthy dose of delusions of grandeur while serving up a cup of how do you do. A string breaker, a foot stomper, a throat full of gravel and mouthful of bees… Every time you dream you take a piece of the world with you.

Photo by Alyssa Banks

Honey Pants. Photo by Alyssa Banks.

Honeypants

Bottom Dweller

Up from the depths of the murkiest seas rises the nethermost tentacles of bottom heavy grooves. Honeypants delivers the spirit up from the silt and to the sky to resuscitate your vital force and cast out the demons.

Photo by Alyssa Banks

Father Funk the Phantom Foot Phumper

Father Funk the Phantom Foot Phumper

Buskits & Tea Kettles

From out of the salty air an angel, nay, a devil emerges so powerful all the forces of rhythm are at his command. The German hammers and batters a booming assault to lambaste your wretched soul.

Photo by Nathan Johnston

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