...and then Bobby’s guitar kicks in, a blistering sonic attack crammed with white-hot leads smoothing into grabbing riffs. Tara Montana’s guitar bites down with sophisticated aggression, turning Bobby's assault into a deadly two-guitar attack. Add Forrest Lonn punishing the skins of his rapid-fire double-kick and Mikhael Hells supercharged bass riffing, and you're stumbling out with tattooed eardrums and a dazed grin on your face.
This is the larger-than-life sound of Bobby Stratosphere, a transfixing quartet of rock as it should be. The group has injected Chicago with the glam and grit of their Vegas years, giving the City a much needed booster of straight-up guitar rock. Inspired by the likes of Judas Priest and the New York Dolls, Bobby Stratosphere makes the genre their own by pushing musicianship to new heights without sacrificing the addictive hooks that leave you craving more.
JC Steinbrunner
J.C. is a columnist for online magazines, Urban Style and Active Endeavors, Chicago, IL.

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BOBBY STRATOSPHERE is a bright new rock outfit with serious chops who absolutely shred live. Bullet belts, feathered hair and clenched fists…you wish you were this cool.
The Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL.
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At their debut performance, ROBERT “Bobby” STRATOSPHERE muttered what ended up being the quote of the evening (particularly taking into consideration the fact that THE FROGS were sharing the bill). While explaining the group’s songwriting approach, he said that he wanted to pack their songs with white-hot leads, and their main intention is to leave stammering fans with a single notion – “man, that group has practiced!” The hard work has paid off and is clearly evident…these guys have one of tightest, hottest sets of rock in the city, bar none. A blistering show, from start to finish….
The Empty Bottle, Chicago.

Science Fiction Disclaimers:
Bobby Stratosphere is not a cookbook. Bobby Stratosphere is not made of people. Bobby Stratosphere is not your father (or mother). Bobby Stratosphere will not break your glasses when you are the last human left alive, thereby preventing you from reading. Bobby Stratosphere will not eat your brains. Bobby Stratosphere are not robots sent from the future to kill Sarah Connor (or John Connor). Similarly, Bobby Stratosphere is not made of liquid metal. Bobby Stratosphere does not need your humpbacked whales. Bobby Stratosphere can hear you scream, even in space. Bobby Stratosphere wants your hands off them, you damn dirty ape. Bobby Stratosphere is not implementing Plan Nine, the reanimation of dead flesh. Bobby Stratosphere is not responsible for sudden attacks of giant insects. Wherever Bobby Stratosphere goes, there it is.
Mark Mitchell, Science Fiction Journalist