In Cincinnati, sometimes you have to take a second after hearing a loud, booming noise echoing through the valleys. Are those post-ballgame fireworks? Is a storm rolling in? Or maybe that rumble is just the aftershock of Cincy power duo The Zachary Burns Band pounding away in a sweaty club somewhere. They are a force not without finesse, conjuring up a fireball of riffs one moment and slinking along on a juiced-up Soul groove the next. Though “rockin’ Indie Blues duo” likely conjures thoughts of a couple of other band names immediately, don’t be fooled — with Roots, Folk and Country Blues also surging through its veins, the ZBB’s volatile, muscular fusion is a distinct blend.
You’ll Dig It If You Dig: In the “Evolution of Man” graphic showing Jimmy Page’s gradual transformation from rosy-cheeked skiffle aficionado to Rock God and pal-’o-the-devil’s to a Puff Daddy partnership involving Godzilla, the one hunched between the The Yardbirds’ swaggering.Garage Pop lad and the buffed-up Zep-riff wizard. (Mike Breen, CityBeat)
~ "Zach Burns is a sweaty grizzly bear who mangles guitar strings like he’s hungry for the ghost flesh of Robert Johnson and Jack White’s heavenly love child.... As that wet electric sweat hits the floor of the Down Under basement bricks, it also bounces, accordingly to the beats of the damned drums of Marshall Bertram’s haunting background.... This wicked combination of gritty heart-felt blues-rock made me question both my relationship with god AND the devil.” (Brett Schulte, Down Under Booking)