Grown in a shack of South Jersey woodchips, honed on the workbench of New Hampshire attitude and matured in the kiln of West Philly motivation, Dave Mattock and company have taken what was left of jukebox groove, twisted out the nostalgia, and un-seized the pumping engine of funk lust. Three years and a lot of sweat went into the production you are now hearing. From NYC to Rehoboth to Nashua, The Tap Room Trio has overdriven their music into all quarters left for dead. Nowhere can their sound be found that isn’t mindful of the whiskey and dirty jokes their followers love. Without the nasty, you’re just hearing lame ass jazz. The Tap Room Trio is NEVER without the nasty.

Don’t be fooled by The Tap Room Trio name. “Trio” may conjure late night sessions, smoky bars, fedoras, and martinis in hand for the over-romanced, nostalgic, jazz wanna-be. If so, you are in the wrong place, my friend. This is modernity of music, mind, and madness. A cascading flux of funk and soul with the hardcore improv heart of a busy city street – like staring out the window of the express on the El, hundreds of stories whizzing past you - different tales, same moral.