The Very Bad Days

The Very Bad Days are a childishly grim  B-horror flick of a rock band. A poignant, unexpectedly sweet, and fucking hilarious dive into punk existential Ghostbustery. They proudly brew a dark yet playful blend of indie originals and revisionist punk covers that tease the creepiness out of otherwise innocent yesteryear favorites. Whimsical accounts of socially anxious demons. Emotional eulogies for real dolphin suicide. 90’s pop saudade. There's no shortage of terrible, horrible, no good very bad days to sing about.

If Jack Black joined the Chili Peppers, or Cobain was a President of the United States of America, or Harley Poe met Harvey Danger, The Very Bad Days wouldn’t have to rock so hard. But here we are. Whether as an acoustic coffee shop conversation or a crashing electric boomfest in a downtown Minneapolis brewpub, seeing The Very Bad Days is as fun and strange as seeing Bigfoot in your backyard.