Edito de Bathroom SinkGet up, get gone, and shake your ass. The Drapes are a Chicago three piece straight from the family tree of fuck you punk blues, Ali saying "what's my name," and a wild, hopped up night of gin and juice that Bon Scott would stay cold cocked for in the back seat of a '64 Impala. You got no pretenders to the alterna throne here cats and kittens, just a full frontal assault of rock and roll that offers some from the past, enough from the present, and a road dog's eye on the next stop down the road apiece. Kevin McDonough (gtr/vocals), Andrea Jablonski (bass/vocals), and Bob Spelbring (drums) are a well oiled machine of rhythm and thump, an experienced band with a steady ethic of giving it their all. Unlike a lot of contemporary "rock" groups, they put all that preening and fake brood muck in a gunny sack, toss it up against your daughter's window, and make her tie the sheets to the bed to get out. After a successful year of touring, twisting from Chicago to SXSW to both coasts, they are currently supporting their new release Swollen on Orange Recordings out of LA and are a must see act. With an eye on keeping the gas tank full, they look to 2004 as a chance to continue to spread the gospel, add the nasty slider low and away, and take a deserved piece of the pie.