Somewhere between the smooth, percussive groove of Hall and Oates (“Bigger than Both of Us” era, naturally) and the rust-tinged weight of Planes Mistaken for Stars, you’ll find War Tempest. Inevitably people are going to ask what you sound like and we think this is a pretty good description without relying on words like “punkrock”. This is a time when dissertations could be written (and probably have) on that one word. Our mothers who birthed us in the seventies might use that word to describe War Tempest, but you wouldn’t I’m sure. We claim allegiance to no one but ourselves and an uncomfortable sense of being out of place in the world, yet finding bliss in a swirling mass of sound. Virginia is our home, and these songs reflect the desperation, entitlement, shadows, joy, and enthusiasm.