Super 400

Despite a name widely held to be lame, these guys (and gal) are kick-fucking-ass.
Saw them for the first time at the 6th Annual Wheeliefest -held in the lovely, lovely Poconos.
If memory serves me correctly, I was hammered and climbing out of a pond in a denim skirt when they started their set...but it's highly likely that memory fails me as I was in hour 4 of what ended up being a 12-hour beer guzzling bender (though it was American beer, so I guess the translation to Canad-ese shaves a few hours off).
Either way -the point is that this band saw out, and sums up, one of the best summers I ever had -in terms of music as well as a whole whack of other things. A wicked three-piece from some unhip part of New York State, there's a heavy, nostalgic quality to their tunes that's awesome on a stereo and even better under a setting September sun with a beer buzz kicking.