The band began as a lark circa 1991 and quickly became an albatross. It started as an exercise in stress management, mostly through chemical abuse and vandalism. The original members (Jamie Dyer, David Goldstein, Rick Jones and David Wellbeloved) have all gone on to careers in institutionalization, cirrhosis and short order cooking. The current members do their damnedest to hide the pain, wondering all the while where the hell Dan Sebring is.

Update: We found him. All is well. Move along; Nothing to see here.

Marketing dweebs and A&R tools might call us an "Americana" band. They obviously haven't shown up for any gigs lately. Metalheads might call us a Country Band. Any self-respecting bluegrass or oldtime purist would wonder what the hell the band was trying to pull.

The Ramblers are a loose collective of reasonably talented, late-sixties-acid-casualties with a strong pop music sensibility, and We would, in all likelihood, whip your sorry butts playing the RPM edition of Trivial Pursuit.
This is, however, tempered by the desire to avoid (many of) the cliches of pop music. While not automatically precluding us from playing songs that you would recognize, it is highly unlikely that you will recognize the songs when we play them.