DIRK ALLMON
Lead Vocals, Testifier-in-Chief, and Former Reverend of Riff
 

Born behind the pulpit of a mobile chapel parked just outside Possum Neck, Mississippi, Dirk Allmon first found his voice shoutin’ scripture over a busted PA system in a trailer with one wheel and two snakes. Raised on gospel, grits, and the good word, Dirk spent his early years as the founding pastor of “The First Sanctified Church of Amplified Grace” — a one-room church where baptisms were performed in beer coolers and the organ was replaced with a Hammond run through a wah pedal.

But the call of rock ‘n’ roll was louder. One fateful Sunday — after misquoting both the Book of Revelation and a ZZ Top lyric during a sermon — Dirk cast off his robe, grabbed a mic, and declared, “I ain’t preachin’ no more unless there’s a solo after it!” Thus, The Broken Stone Rock Revival was born, and the man’s been testifying in 4/4 time ever since.

Does he really lay hands on Telecasters to heal dead bars? Did he once survive a hurricane by riding out the storm inside a road case labeled “DIRK — VOCALS ONLY”? Is any of this true?
Ain’t no one really sure. But you’re gonna wanna see it live.

 

KELLY
Drums, Percussion, Keeper of the Thunder

They say Kelly was born during a lightning storm behind a roadhouse in Louisiana, delivered by a man with one eye and a tambourine. At the age of four, he was kicked out of Bible school for turning the communion table into a drum kit — but not before converting three kids and one janitor with a 7-minute solo on a stack of hymnals.

He don’t play with a click track because he says “the Lord already set the tempo.” And when asked how he learned to keep time so tight, Kelly simply said, “I never let go of the beat I was born with.”

Rumor has it his snare once cured a hangover. No one’s proven it, but no one’s questioned it either.

 

ERIC
Bass Guitar, Low-End Prophet, Defender of the Groove

Eric didn’t learn to play bass — he just picked one up and the Earth adjusted. Born in the back of a fireworks stand during a Skynyrd tribute show, he was baptized in both creek water and bourbon before he could spell “E string.”

He once went 47 minutes without blinking during a blues jam, and local legend claims he speaks fluent fretboard but hasn't said more than six words since 2009 — all of them were “turn me up in the mix.” His tone is so thick, barstools vibrate before the first note even lands.

When asked what drives his playing, Eric simply muttered, “I serve the groove — everything else is noise.”
Was it profound? Was it nonsense? Only the kick drum knows.
 

RUS
Lead Guitar, Tone Shaman, Architect of the Shred

Rus wasn’t born — he was overdriven into existence during a tornado that touched down on a pawn shop loaded with vintage amps. He played his first solo at age seven on a broken Telecaster plugged into a toaster, and folks say the walls wept, the cat spoke Latin, and three power grids had to be reset.

He don’t read sheet music — he reads weather patterns, whiskey labels, and the look in a front row sinner’s eyes before melting their face clean off. His bends are outlaw sermons, and his vibrato has its own zip code.

When the revival begins, Rus doesn’t walk onstage. He descends with thunder, wearing reverb like a robe and fuzz like a crown. Some say he once used a broken string to stitch a man’s soul back together. Others say he is the broken string.

No one’s ever seen him tune — his guitar just knows what key he's in.