This ain’t your daddy’s cover band. This is… the dammits!

While your favorite local band is strumming a polite version of Wonderwall, the dammits are tearing through Monkey Wrench. While your neighborhood dive bar band gently plucks their way through Mr. Jones, we’re blasting through Blitzkrieg Bop.

You get the picture.

Brothers from another mother, the dammits are:

CC Dammit (banging)
Jesse Dammit (thumping)
Reid Dammit (grinding)

Born from years of playing in (too) many cover bands, we found each other through a love of the harder stuff—and the strange coincidence of sharing the same last name.

Fueled by experience, loud guitars, and an unshakable instinct for what makes a crowd move, the dammits deliver a high-energy, no-BS rock show that makes you want to drink more beer, sing at the top of your lungs, and wake up with a hoarse voice the next morning.

So if you’re looking for a night of safe, predictable covers… keep walking.

If you want a party? Holler at the dammits.