They brought highs to one summer of lows. They taught me how to “keep it rill”. Way back when, these conyo punks sounded like a loaded gun. They’ve traded their guns for some sweet sweet water guns, skateboards and staches. Since waving their white flags, they’ve returned to the womb of Mother Sound, only to emerge into Bee Eyes.
Book them for gigs, they’re great boys.
we love you Cat
Listen to Bee Eyes here!