At first, when a new band started drawing buzz in the clubs called The Dukes, it seemed a little odd that someone with a computer in their pocket (most likely) wouldn’t google their band name and realize there are approximately as many bands in America called “The Dukes” as there our men named “Michael.” But once you experienced the raw Rock & Rock power of the band’s live show (or the group’s bottlerocket debut, The Shot Heard ‘Round the World), it kinda made sense. They’re four young, hirsute dudes that bleed Rock & Roll fervor and tear shit up on stage — call ‘em whatever you want, they’re calling themselves The Dukes and that’s who they are. But the group has finally decided to add a little more distinction to their title. And they do it with an appropriate “Moving on …” flair, settling on The Dukes Are Dead (perhaps a war-cry overheard being yelled by a rival Dukes?). Long live The Dukes.
You’ll Dig It If You Dig: Heavy ballads, rip-roarin’ bangers and a vintage ’70s rocker ethos, with Black Sabbath grindage, imaginative, Prog-y arrangements and a shot of Punk Rock insistence. (Mike Breen, CityBeat)