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jaynote: They were playing during the Marathon on 1st ave and 62nd. They're good, worth seeing if they have a convienent gig.
BandBio: "My Brothers Banned evolved from a Thursday night community music
gathering. Born in historic Mohegan Colony, local musicians met on an open
air stage weekly to make music. The regulars often ended up playing old
time, folk, blue grass and rock favorites acoustically. When the weather
became cold, the hard core few met in a living room weekly; eventually
writing material and honing a sound that's a blend of many styles.
The banned takes influences from Gram Parsons, Uncle Tupelo,
Whiskeytown, Ramones and the Meat Puppets, finding a balanced blend
of acoustic instruments and raw energy. All band members have roots in punk
rock and then felt the gravitaional pull towards American roots traditional
music."

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