I've seen Wives twice now. The first time I saw them it was a full-frontal assault. The second time it was slap to the face and then they gave me their phone number while giving me that look. You know the look I'm talking 'bout. That look that don't give a fuck, but says, "Go ahead. Call me." Blasting their rawk from Los Angeles, Wives have earned tons of street-cred and accolades far and wide. Your favorite band probably has a Wives release in their collection. Why don't you? http://www.wearewives.com/