No matter who else is in town, the Whiskey Daredevils are always Clevelanders' best bet for a loose and boozy Friday night. The high-octane country-punks (who rose from the ashes of the beloved Cowslingers) serve up a stiff cocktail of psychobilly tunes about deep-fried chicken, Mickey's Big Mouths, and a genuine love for everything rock and roll. "We're just a bunch of guys who are fucking around," says frontman Greg Miller. "We're trying to make the music we like to listen to, and hopefully other people will like it too. If they don't, well fuck it — I don't give a shit. There are 50 million other bands to listen to. Go listen to them." The Daredevils just wrapped a 16-date European tour and are prepping their fourth album, The Very Best of the Whiskey Daredevils, for a fall release. Until then, you can catch them onstage. "We're quite possibly the best 25 minutes of live rock [you'll see in] a 45-minute show," says Miller. "There's 20 minutes of filler in there, but 25 minutes is pure genius."
