Stuyedeyed

Fast and dirty, face-melting rock from Brooklyn

Stuyedeyed

The English Language, Le Grotto

Mon, May 21

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

Doug Fir Lounge

Portland, OR

$10.00

This event is 21 and over

Stuyedeyed
Stuyedeyed
It’s spelled S T U Y E D E Y E D. 
Pronounced “Sty’d - Eyed” 

This band was born out of a basement in the neighborhood of Bed-Stuy in Brooklyn, NY.

Our music explores many vantages. It’s about perspective. Songs that stem from growing up on welfare and section 8, trying to break free from a system that is systemically oppressive against us. Trying to find weight in the existence of right now and not what others dictate for us. This band exists to shake the shit out of you. We are not here to validate validation for the social ladder.

Our sound is loud. It’s direct. It’s fuzzed out. Teetering on the brink of falling apart, but never allowing it to. There is a weight, there is a groove, and we climb on your heads. most importantly, we are right there with you. 

As for the “we” in this industry mandated biography that I to hijacked, here is the band: Humberto Genao on bass, Luis Ruelas on drums and beer, George Ramirez on Guitar, and Nelson Antonio Hernandez-Espinal (me) on guitar and vocals. 
Get up front. Free yourselves. None of us are cool. None of us are important. Give into the uncomfortable. That is where the change happens. 
The English Language
The English Language
Portland, OR psych/punk trio - Heavy garage rock wizards resurrecting the damned soul of Sgt. Pepper
Le Grotto
Le Grotto
Le Grotto is one of the sloshiest live acts around. They bring an unconventional twist of surf, grunge and garage to densely packed house shows AND GARAGES (which often smell of beer, cigarettes and garlic). Hopefully, they've got enough cash to make it to your town, because it truly is a pleasure to see these boys play.



Their stage presence is stellar and brings out the best in the everyone. Sometimes, if you're really lucky, you might just catch their act with a male burlesque accompaniment. Their traveling companions are their instruments, both singing the same sad stories of the complicated existence we are all existing. Do yourself a favor, turn off the lights, light a J, laugh and cry with the music of Le Grotto.



They formed around Halloween a few years ago in Olympia, Washington and show no signs of stopping. They'll be in your city soon enough with arms wide and the beer cold. If you see 'em tell 'em "hi" for me. - Robin Almond