The Gall

With beats built like brick houses and guitars bleeding out on the side of the road The Gall is the next wave in the bay, the first boot in the muck, the last drop in the bottle.
Coming up in the country and unable to capture a city’s populism The Gall claims home in the hearts of the restless, takes a blade to the branches of disenfranchisement and calls out to any man asking “Is there something for me?”