“Ima do this to the grave, it’s the music that I crave” -Younng G

I'm everything you never heard

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~ 8 Piece Psychedelic Powerfunk ~
*For booking and other inquiries, please contact: contact@cytrusband.com*

Shaped by Jared Squires (@jaredsquires) (guitar/vocals), Luke Nevills (@luke-nevills) (bass/keys/guitar), Brandon Hailey (saxophone), Owen Mayo (guitar/keys/bass), Trevor Church (@trevdchurch) (drums), Connor Merritt (aux percussion), Alex Dean (synth/keys), and Sean Connelly (@Seanycee) (vocals/keys), Cytrus’ eight-piece funk-driven fusion makes a place at the table for everyone, offering a psychedelic pallet of funk, disco, electronic, rock, soul, hip-hop, and more. The Seattle-based band is personalized by its juicy synths, bass-induced grooves, and cinematic live performances. However, the group is best known for their flowing transitions in variety, consistently sonic wall of sound, and undeniable chemistry. 

In their short time together, Cytrus has witnessed massive growth within itself and the surrounding community. Originally founded as a four-piece in early 2018 under the cover of HopSol, the ‘couple buds’ quickly began to absorb additional musicians and soon came to completely and precipitously join forces with a group formerly known as @BunkFoss. As a bi-product, the eight-piece has begun to build a dedicated fan base in the Northwest and beyond, co-hosting multiple sold out events throughout Western Washington and becoming a go-to act for promoters throughout the region. The merge sparked a turning point in the band’s sound, energy, and presence, ergo giving Cytrus its newfound name.

Beat Maker / Producer
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Five55 Audio is an audio production studio owned and operated by Jeremy Ray Bailey. I specialize in recording demos for local artists. If you are interested recording with me, message me and tell me about the vision of what you would like to record.

In 1983.. something bad was in the air.

A warning that seemed to come through every TV cable, every pirate radio signal, every shaking screen that caught your eyes late at night.

A heavy, relentless pulse.
A sound you didn’t just hear.. you felt it.
Like the whole world, from Florida to Bucharest, was beating to the same rhythm.
The same warning.

"What’s going on out there?"
Someone asks.
There’s danger outside.
So don’t go outside.

All signs pointed east.
Strange sources.
Mysterious signals that appeared only on certain nights, at certain heights.

Old tapes mention Vlad, a quiet, enigmatic figure, born in Romania,
whose story drifts through echoes and static, carrying whispers of Transilvania.
A name wrapped in rumor and mystery, tied to stories that trace through dark forests and mountain echoes,
where myth meets reality, and shadows dance beneath neon light.

Some say he came down from the mountains with sounds that were never written.
Others say he never came down at all.

People tell stories.
About blood and basslines.
About heartbeats syncing with distorted rhythms.
About a face that doesn’t age.

But maybe it’s just legend.
Or maybe the music isn’t just music.
Maybe it’s a calling.

And if that “something bad” from 1983 wasn’t the end…
Maybe it was only the beginning.

Followers of Stevo Flo