Higher Ground is pleased to present the Northern Exposure summer showcase. Each Wednesday in June through August, HG will feature three to four developing northeast bands. Tickets are only $5--that's cheaper than a sandwich!

We are the unlikely combination of men from very different walks of life, testing and experimenting with the boundaries and limits of our own creative minds. Lacking any sort of marriage to one particular sound or genre, we met under very unlikely and ironic circumstances. We are an amalgam of youth and experience, a mix of beauty and ugliness, a representation of the duality of darkness and light. We are not the first or the last to use music as a conduit for the search of a higher truth, or a greater consciousness. We cannot claim precedent in our dual use of hypnotic ambient interludes and brutally heavy and dissonant tones. All we can do is create, for we are only governed by the restraints of our own knowledge and capacity, which through many mediums respective to each member grows everyday. It is in this fact that illustrates the difference between them-- and us, for we will take you on a journey, our own journey of the internal and innate parts of the human psyche. We will carry you with us and shield you from the blinding light as we discover more about ourselves and the ever-changing environment we live in. We are completely and wholly open to you, if you will have us.

Post-hardcore metal acts branch into numerous categories and sub-genres. You can find everything from jazzy, tech-metal to classic death-metal out there. The two ends of the spectrum blend and birth a progressive monster of modern metal. They call themselves Brother Through Glass.

Brother Through Glass formed in 2004. They have rocked at many premium venues including CBGB's Gallery in New York City. All members of the band currently live in Burlington, VT.

The band is excited about their current work on their new album and to showcase the refined sound they have recently developed. Catch the band on the New England KILLAMANDER tour with THE LOWEST OF TIDES and others.

First and foremost, WHOARFROST = MONEY. Yes, that’s right, MONEY. Many folks know WHOARFROST as A MASSIVE SOUND COCK FOR YOUR VIRGIN EARS, but it’s really all about the MONEY. WHOARFROST does it all for the MONEY. WHOARFROST doesn’t play for the music; they play for the MONEY, the big, fat, juicy MONEY. WHOARFROST prefers the hundos and fiddies, but twenty-twones will do just fine, as long as they are all face up. WHOARFROST wears only silk thongs whilst performing so you can slip MONEY around their waistband. WHOARFROST is a stunt band.

In all seriousness, WHOARFROST was formed in August of 2006, and consists of the legendary front-man Jon Lipscomb on Guitar and Vocals, MONEY noise rock fanatic Nick Funk on Bass Guitar, and a Vermont Phishslut who is all for gun control and sounds like a machine gun or chainsaw gone amuck (be afraid….very afraid) on Drums. WHOARFROST met in Boston, but didn’t hit it off right away. WHOARFROST hated each other. They hated each other’s playing. That made WHOARFROST better. WHOARFROST works best when there is hate involved. MONEY separates people and that is how the best music is made. Separation is key and making music with your friends never works.

WHOARFROST never hang out together. WHOARFROST walks the valley alone.
Having made a name for themselves on the infamous party scene of Allston, Massachusetts, WHOARFROST channel a primordial rawness rarely found in today’s overproduced pop orgies, leaving the listener in a subconscious fetal position. WHOARFROST feel that in America simplicity is overrated and complexity gives rise to numerous distractions that stretch our attention away from purity, authenticity, and truthful human experience. As such is the case, WHOARFROST deliver music- school muscle, righteous experimentation, lust for noise, disgust with the status quo, and above all, balls-to-the-wall live shows.

WHOARFROST spews noise from their MASSIVE SOUND COCK all over the east coast, having drenched Club Metronome in Burlington, The Middle East in Cambridge, The Paradise Rock Club in Boston, and have even reached as far as Alley Katz in Richmond, not to mention frequent stops in New York, New Jersey, New Hampshire, and Washington, D.C. WHOARFROST makes the listener their bitch at every show, be it a zest pool basement or world-renowned rock club. Live performances are available for streaming at www.lonjandis.com.

WHOARFROST rages against mediocrity. The world is mediocre. The world loves its own mediocrity. WHOARFROST is surrounded by normal-ass-by-the-book ska, normal-ass-by-the-book “rock”, and normal-ass-by-the-book jazz. What is good about that? Nothing. WHOARFROST strives to have a singular voice. A singular voice comes naturally to WHOARFROST. WHOARFROST sometimes features members of John Brown’s Body. WHOARFROST doesn’t give a shit about street cred.

WHOARFROST is at the moment hard at work solidifying a Record consisting of fan favorites, noisy nuggets, juggernaut rockers, and frenzied improvisations, courtesy of Squid Hell Recording Studios, Jamaica Plain, MA. WHOARFROST hopes to have the Record completed for a summer 2008 giveaway. If you don’t like WHOARFROST, you are stupid.

WHOARFROST doesn’t care who likes them, or if anyone likes them, for they’ll change as they see fit. Don’t waste your time telling WHOARFROST what could be better or what is revolutionary; they don’t care what your opinions are. WHOARFROST only cares about the essence of sound and separating the listener from their preconceived “musical” notions. Please, don’t take WHOARFROST seriously.

WHOARFROST only cares about themselves and the way they sound (and MONEY of course), and it is sound that WHOARFROST plays, not music. Music is always there. It doesn’t need to be moved and to penetrate the ears of the listener. As long as music exists, WHOARFROST will exist and continue to play for those lonely listeners who want their ears reformatted.

On the other hand, sound loves to be rudely rammed into the consciousness of a being, and that is what WHOARFROST does: They take their MASSIVE SOUND COCK and drill it into the minds of Homo sapiens.
But in the end…

WHOARFROST = MONEY.