End of an Era


If you’re on the East Coast this spring and happen to see a small school bus that’s painted black and stripped of its stop sign, don’t be afraid. It’s not driven by a pervert trolling the neighborhood with bad intentions – that’s just End of an Era, one of the best bands you’ve never heard, arriving at its next gig in its makeshift tour bus.

What do you call a band that makes you stress over every word you try to write about it, because no adjective or noun adequately expresses how its music stirs you? A pretty frigging good one, that’s what. Rarely does an act come along that makes you think you should shuck any attempt at impartiality – but when it does, what’s the sense in holding back the praise?