Crab Claw and DB Reilly
Crab Claw
Dad, Bartender, Karaoke Host, Magic: the Gathering Collector/Competitor
Crab Claw was born one afternoon when Recording artist and producer Wolfgang Zimmerman and novice songwriter Walker Trull were walking on a nice Sunday afternoon in Charleston, South Carolina. Zimmerman was low on funds at the time and Trull was flush with cash from waiting tables. The two had nothing to do that afternoon so Trull agreed to pay Zimmerman 100$ cash to record their first ever track 'Carcassonne' in Summer 2013. Guitarist Christian Chidester of Brave Baby joined the two to form the core of what would later be dubbed 'Crab Claw' after one of Trull's many Psuedonyms. The trio went on to record their Debut album 'Pink Eye' with help from Corey Campbell of Susto and later Babe Club, and Johnny Delaware of The Artisanals. The debut was released in September 2015 with hit songs 'Titties at Noon' and 'Riverboat Ron' and achieved local success with quirky videos produced and directed by Trull and local videographer Drew Gardner of Toucan Films. Today, Crab Claw has released their second album in March 2019 'Memories Arise'.
Crab Claw is known for the hilarious, irreverent yet deeply personal lyrics of singer and songwriter Walker Trull, their multi-genre spanning sound that ranges from 90s alt-country ballads to 70s yacht-rock, and the virtuoso mucisianship provided by Christian Chidester, Corey Campbell and Wolfgang Zimmerman.
D.B. Rielly
american roots music from Georgia
D.B. Rielly was born in the hearts and minds of lonely widows. He was raised by traveling vacuum cleaner salesmen and fed a strict diet of Cream of Wheat and Gilligan's Island until, at the age of three, he was sent off to receive his education at the I Don't Like Your Attitude, Young Man, Academy of Discipline.
Decades later, realizing he'd never be able to snatch the pebble from anyone's hand, they "graduated" him. D.B. was unprepared for a world full of choices, opportunity, reality TV, and boy bands, so he wandered – clutching tightly to the only memory he had left: the sound of a Hoover Deluxe 700. It's no surprise that he gravitated toward the accordion – and is shunned by music lovers everywhere.
So back on the road he goes. You may spot him hitching a ride somewhere, anywhere you're headed is fine. You may spot him in a deserted diner trying to look up the waitress' skirt. But one thing is certain: wherever dogs are howling and little children are holding their ears, you'll find D.B. Rielly and his squeezebox.