The King of Rock Delivers Again

 

There are a few hip folks out there that know this, but for those unaware, Danko Jones is the king of rock. It’s true. He has been for quite some time. Since his emergence in the club scene in Toronto in the mid ’90s, Danko, bassist “JC” John Calabrese and whoever's been playing drums for them (there have been six) have been at least one constant in the world of rock we can count on as most of the industry has deteriorated over the years.

Danko Jones is the name of the man and the band. He is one part David Lee Roth, one part Gene Simmons, one part Angus Young, one part Jimi Hendrix mixed with the heart, passion and chest pounding of Henry Rollins. Danko is everything we love about the best rock music. It’s badass, careless, loud, and in your face. Girls who see him live want to look for him after the show while their boyfriends are at the merchandise table buying all of his records. His music is meat and potatoes. It’s cut and dry. Get that friggin’ synth out of here! Three guys, black buttoned-up dress shirts/black dress pants; no ties, and just four-on-the-floor rock n’ roll music.