Hailing from Tucson, Arizona, Copper & Congress is Katie Haverly, Patrick Morris, Rey Murphy, Teré Chapman-Fowler, Julius Schlosburg, and Mike Moynihan. The band merges their influences of indie-rock, jazz, folk and R&B. Only recently a six-piece, the band is currently working on a new album combining Folk, Hip Hop, and spoken-word poetry.

The Mission Creeps From Tucson, AZ
Hailing from Tucson, the same diverse music scene that brought forth the Machines of Loving Grace, Calexico and Bog Log III, The Mission Creeps spin tales of a different, darker kind of desert, one filled with monsters both real and imagined. Inspired by that feeling of being a kid and staying up late to watch horror movies, The Mission Creeps aim to recapture the terror and fun associated with those nights taking their cues from bands following similar inspirations, such as The Cramps, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, and Deadbolt.

Rue Morgue Magazine described their sound as “awash in surf guitar” and noted singer James “Arr’s ability, much like Nick Cave, to switch between seductive narrative and a raving yelp.” Supported by the throbbing rhythms of bassist Miss Frankie Stein and drummer George “of the Jungle Beat” Palenzuela, a scary good time can always be had at their shows. With six releases and a couple of US tours under their belt, they offer up musical tales populated with witches, killer gnomes, and parties for the undead while providing beats that keep the body moving and the demons at bay.

The Mission Creeps are online at facebook.com/themissioncreeps and missioncreeps.com .

The Santa Fe New Mexican
Imagine a blend of The Cramps, Joy Division, Tom Waits, and Lightnin' Hopkins. Now drench it in blood and make it play a theremin extremely well at gunpoint. 'Nuff said.

Rue Morgue Magazine
A throwback to the dangerous edge of The Stooges and the serrated humour of The Cramps, adding theremin and mellotron to their gothic garage for atmosphere to spare

San Francisco Bay Guardian
Combine surf rock, punk, and the Doors, topping it off with an eerie dosage of Ennio Morricone-inspired gunfight licks that fit seamlessly into the band’s tales of desert-highway depravity.

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