It seems every state has a Ruby Falls. Some pretty little tourist trap that travelling families can pull over at and unpack their picnic lunch and "oh" and "ah" over. New York City also spawned a Ruby Falls. And it's exactly the kind of tourist trap you'd expect to find in NYC. Dirty, muddy water, too deep to cross. Jagged, rough edges. No picnic lunches, but maybe a shot, a beer and a shot.

Ruby Falls has been on the Indie Rock scene since the very early Ninties. Somehow, beyond explanation, even the modest fame awarded to Rodan, Silkworm and other such hip indie rock bands has escaped them. Ask your average yokel in his horn-rimmed glasses about Ruby Falls and you'll get a "Huh?", or even damned with the faint praise "Isn't one of them in Retsin?"

Let's face it, the indie rock scene is infused with male-domination. Being labeled as a "girl-band" gets you shuffled to a corner with Sleater-Kinney. Being labeled as "stop-and-go riff rock" gets you a corner with Pavement. Not bad corners to be in, but limiting places to be. Ruby Falls has transcended all this.

Ruby Falls will not be cornered, or labeled. Ruby Falls can not be stopped.

But don't take my word for it...

"Letha Rodman (guitar), Jennifer Rogers (guitar, vocals), Laura Rogers (drums) and Cynthia Nelson (bass, vocals). Ruby Falls is the Black Sabbath of girl bands. Coyote love scratch cat fever, smashing marvelous and beautiful. Take with one half cup of the juice of your choice." - Knitting Knotes March '95

"...the band has the wits and personality to sound noticeably distinct from it's influences and other like-minded bands" - CMJ New Music Report April 30th, 1993

"These four ladies (are) only threatening to become the greatest contemporary guitar band in rock 'n' roll." - The Big Takeover #37



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