The Rye Boys were born on a cold December morning from the ashes of the devils discarded cigar butt. They traveled and made friends throughout the years, converting other wandering souls into their way of thought. These days, the Rye Boys have become organized, honing their hellish skills into an inhuman force of good times and alcohol. The term "band" would not be an accurate portrayal of these fellows, as they have also been known to rake yards, and give mighty fine handshakes.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!