Since the beginning, the group have been surfing through the loudest waves of Rock & Roll, touring and gigging relentlessly around the Old Continent (almost a Hundred concerts this year!), taking chances and growing strong after every low blow, like the alternation of band members, or the infamous “Worchester Sauce Incident”, where 18 people were killed by a one-eyed sniper during a hippy country fair (the police later found all the ANTARES albums and several t-shirts in the sniper’s house, and the accusations caused them to be forever banned from hippy country fairs and local radio stations).
For nearly a decade now they’ve been spilling blood, sweat and spit on every stage, kicking out their finely-crafted gems on crowds of pesky boozers, sneaky hookers and sore losers with blazing energy and cutthroat honesty. A small and unruly legion of noisy and indecent fans is always ready to wear their ANTARES t-shirts and walk, drive or ride miles to go see their three friendly neighborhood rockers blasting all over the drums, shoveling the bass and making the guitar scream in a mix of ecstasy and agony, while that scratching voice on the microphone throws some heavy spice in their guts.
Goodwin J. Raptor
( journalist, essayist, dj and science fiction music critic. He lives in a woodshed and only eats raw meat )
789 broken strings
547 broken sticks
8 broken teeth
6 broken legs
0,1 earned money