After two long years spent in solitary, wandering distant, sweeping landscapes, we are back. The horses have been shod, the instruments tuned and polished; our boots have been shined. As soon as we decide the location of our first return concert, it will appear here.
Follow us then, grab a drink and be transported back to a time that never was where sharply dressed desperados played twangy electric guitar and smokin’ Hammond organ, and a lone trumpeter rides into the sunset as strings swell in the distance.
Seattle's Spaghetti Western Band 