the Teenage Prayers

The Teenage Prayers arent just a band. They're Family. And with a sound that lies somewhere between The Band, The Kinks, Otis Redding and the cast soundtrack to Cabaret, the Teenage Prayers are both oddly familiar and totally distinct. The sweat starts up front: Tim Adams on the microphone, pushing his voice and body to the brink of soulful collapse, then pulling back to the sultry growl of a devilish crooner, ever reaching, ever searching for the secret of the Masters.

And with a sound that lies somewhere between The Band, The Kinks, Otis Redding and the cast soundtrack to Cabaret, the Teenage Prayers are both oddly familiar and totally distinct.

The sweat starts up front: Tim Adams on the microphone, pushing his voice and body to the brink of soulful collapse, then pulling back to the sultry growl of a devilish crooner, ever reaching, ever searching for the secret of the Masters.

Then brother Terrence Adams: a curly-headed wraith on lead guitar, delivering smashed Keith Richards licks one minute and deranged Steve Cropper soul balladry the next, all the while singing, shrieking, creating.

Then cousin Kyle Chrise on bass: the one-man party, like some unholy union between Rick Danko and Bill Black gone amok on drugs as yet uninvented, belting out background vocals and keeping flawless time.

Kyle Wills on drums: the piston-engined spectacle of the Teenage Prayers, a relentless, unforgiving center of gravity around which the band revolves like an unkempt comet.

Formed in New York City, 2001, the Teenage Prayers rapidly evolved into the rock-(rock opera)-and-soul explosion that caught the ear of Solomon Burke, who flew the band out to LA to produce the final cut on their self-released debut record, TEN SONGS.

For their follow-up record, due for completion in Fall 2006, the Teenage Prayers enlisted as producer none other than the legendary founder of the Dream Syndicate, STEVE WYNN, who calls the Prayers his favorite band in NYC.