Let’s get the basic facts out of the way first: Charger is an exceptionally powerful (and popular) trio from the East Bay. Andrew McGee plays guitar. Matt Freeman sings and plays bass. Jason Willer drums and sings too. You may recognize one or more of these names if you’re the type of person who reads liner notes to genre-defining albums.

Formed in 2018, Charger wasn’t created as a band so much as a musical challenge between two lifers in the punk scene who wanted to push each other to dig deep into their shared roots, influences and musical passions, to create something truly exciting. As a result, Charger’s music feels indebted to the giants but not reliant on them, meaning there’s room for growth and innovation within this decades-old blueprint of how to make someone’s heart race and blood pump.

While Charger’s members each carry a musical pedigree, it’s not about what they’ve created before — it’s about the unholy racket they’re making now. Charger is the soundtrack to circle pits and bar fights, to long nights and even longer mornings, to unexplained bruises and epic hangovers (and headbangovers).

Charger’s self-titled seven-song debut EP for Pirates Press Records is a reminder that not only do electric guitars still exist in rock music, but that you really only need one of ’em to kick ass, assuming your guitarist is good enough (and one listen to McGee’s ripping solo on “Fall Out” will answer that question). The trio’s sound careens off various pillars of ’70s hard rock and heavy metal along with a strong appreciation of the blues grooves that started it all. “Victim” channels vintage Motörhead; “Damage” is a sly nod to early prog-rockers Hawkwind; and “Dragdown” will win over any Iron Maiden devotee. On Charger, the drumming is frantic, the vocal melodies are howled — and let’s not even get started on the bass riffs!

In short: Charger is a kick-ass rock band, plain and simple. There’s not a whole lot of ’em left, frankly — but luckily, these guys are more than ready to carry the torch.






If this writer has one bone to pick with Lashley and Illuminator, it’s that the album is too damned short. From start to all-too-early finish, the melodies catch you pretty quickly.  – Dying Scene

sometimes an album is so good it grabs you, holds you spellbound and immobile until it is finished with you. And then you hit the play button again. You want to tell everyone about this album, so that you can talk about it with them, so you can see that experience play over their faces, but you are trapped. Lenny Lashley’s album, Illuminator, is one of these. Big Wheel Magazine

…this album, this lonely and brilliant thing, the hard-won concord he’s able to anthemize, the desolation he balladates–he gives it his therapy, he trusts his zen assets, his songs, to a world/audience/void he knows isn’t going to fix much for him, but it’s still stabilizing to try–still a flexing of trust like what happens after finally seeing your parents as mortal, mistaken people, or watching a loved one move out, or standing by while a career demystifies without reward–it all comes back to you and things you can’t keep from admitting to yourself and finding a strength you can build with after that deconstruction.Nine Bullets

On first listen those who hear “Hooligans” will recognize the song for precisely what it is: a classic indie rock anthem in the Replacements and Gaslight Anthem tradition but with a distinctly Bostonian flavor.Hellbound


Contact: Lenny Lashley

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