In late 2014, after the dissolution of Atlanta heavy psych stalwarts Abby Gogo, singer/guitarist Bon Allinson began working on a batch of songs more heavily influenced by his upbringing in Alabama and by the musical traditions of the South. He brought these songs to drummer Puma Navarro (Abby Gogo) and bassist Asha Lakra (Tikka) and A Drug Called Tradition was born. As the trio’s sound developed, influences ranging from the laid back vibe of Kurt Vile to the guitar stylings of Dinosaur Jr. and Sonic Youth, could be heard alongside echoes of the Krautrock of Can and the prog psych of early Pink Floyd.

ADCT made their Atlanta debut in December 2014, opening for Matt Hollywood of The Brian Jonestown Massacre. After playing local shows for the next few months, the trio cut a three song demo to tape with Spencer Garn (Ruby Velle and the Soulphonics) at Diamond Street Studios. The band then joined up with Spirits and the Melchizedek Children for a tour around the southeast.

In December 2015, ADCT will head to Dial Back Sound in Water Valley, Mississippi to record a full length album for Cornelius Chapel Records with Matt Patton (Drive-By Truckers) and Tim Kerr (Big Boys).

Small Reactions play nerve pop. Their music has tinges of new wave and post punk; it’s often angular, sometimes surfy, and generally quick. They are a band of four guys who pull from various literary, geometric, and culinary influences in order to create and perform. They’ve played somewhere in the vicinity of 114 shows. With an average of 45 minutes on stage per show, they have amassed roughly 5, 130 minutes of playing music to an audience. They continue to add to those minutes, so this bio has to be updated often… with a calculator. Clinton, Scotty, Sam, and Sean, our respective singers and instrumentalists, never play anything the same way twice. They attempt to make shows more akin to movements than a simple collection of songs. Songs, in turn, maintain a sense of careful spontaneity. As ever present elements, levels, dynamics, voices, instrumentation, and sounds all shift and intertwine. Setlists, like the songs which comprise them, are, similarly, always different. Forever moving forward, they strive for perpetual motion. Scientists say it isn’t possible, but it is. Their concerts do, however, wrap up in a timely and orderly fashion.

"The roots of Je Suis France date to the late 90s, when DJ Hammond and (aka OJ) and Ryan Martin (aka the Darkness) moved to Athens, GA and decided to put together a band. Inspired by friends in the Masters of the Hemisphere, they recruited an early incarnation of the band amongst friends at the UGA radio station. With members OJ, the Darkness, Chris Rogers (aka Crog) and Ryan Bergeron (aka Ice), the France was up and running. The band began gigging in Athens and quickly earned a reputation for their entertaining and unpredictable live shows. While sonic comparisons to classic indie rock like Pavement abounded, the band courted a level of absurdity and whimsy that set it apart. Soon Je Suis France was recording its self-titled first album for David Lowery’s (of Camper Van Beethoven) Pitch-a-Tent label. With the addition of drummer Jeff Griggs (formerly of the Masters of the Hemisphere) in 1999, however, things really started to gel for the France. JSF began gigging a lot and became a faily well known entity in Athens. The band then added Sean Rawls (aka SA, also of the Masters of the Hemisphere and later of San Francisco’s Still Flyin) and recorded their second album Fantastic Area for Orange Twin Records. As the France began recording their third full length album, they gradually added three more members. First was second drummer and multi-instrumentalist Jeremy Wheatley (aka the Lord, of the Low Lows and Parker & Lily) then Jon Croxton (Flip Scoldjah and the Wee Turtles) and keyboardist Ken Henslee (aka the Tinkler). Je Suis France was now a 9 person collective and their musical vision was quickly widening. The result is Afrikan Majik, a sprawling 12 song arc that captures Je Suis France at the pinnacle of their powers. Raging, 10+ minute krautrock jams lead into short garagey nuggets that bring to mind Here Come the Warm Jets played by Superchunk. And while such a description might suggest an air of crippling pretension, the band’s mission is anything but."