BLACKWATER

There’s a storm brewing south of the Mason-Dixon, and its name is **BLACKWATER**.

They may be the bastard sons of country music and rock ‘n roll, but don’t get it twisted—these boys aren’t here to worship at the altar of their forebears. They’re here to torch the place and leave their own brand scorched into the floorboards. Their music is a baptism by fire: sweat-drenched, unhinged, and loud enough to wake Duane Allman from the grave.

When BLACKWATER hits the stage, you won’t just hear it. You’ll survive it.  No filters, no apologies, just gasoline-soaked riffs and soul-rattling truth!