ThrottleFinger is from San Francisco, but don’t let the images of smelly hippies and hacky sack circles turn you away. By strangling the city’s renowned peace induced melodies with menacing power chords and no-nonsense attack leads, TF has acted as the rock’n’roll Raid spray on San Francisco’s ant hill of hug-me music. Fueled by longneck Buds and corkscrew muff hairs, Donnie Razor, lead guitar/vocal, likes the simple things in life as long as they are hard, heavy and carry a sweet aftertaste. In terms only he can explain, he created ThrottleFinger do be dirty, loud and something you can fuck, eat and drive to or drive away from... Buckshot Lawler beat the skins in a Guitar Center like a convulsive Phil Rudd, Donnie knew he'd found his man. But like the prettiest girl at the dance, Buckshot had been courted by the rock bands but waited until that something special caught his eye...and that little lass was ThrottleFinger. Tutank Honky, the downtown low end marauder, owed Donnie and Buckshot shit loads of booze money so instead of sending him one-eyed, they made him their bass player. It doesn’t hurt that Tutank works the strings smoother than a drunk uncle at a family reunion