The Bobbitts

KILLER CUTS WITH A RAZOR'S EDGE

Remember when rock radio didn't care about genre — when Iron Maiden could follow Bryan Adams and nobody batted an eye? That's The Bobbitts. Six musicians, zero filters, and a setlist that refuses to be put in a box.

From the thundering riffs of Led Zeppelin to the arena-shaking anthems of Def Leppard, the bone-crushing metal of Iron Maiden to the undeniable hooks of Britney Spears — yeah, we said it — The Bobbitts play the songs that made you. The ones that got cranked up on a Friday night, blasted out a car window, and sung at the top of your lungs whether or not you knew all the words.

Anchored by a powerhouse trio of female vocalists who can go from Heart's raw grit to Muse's haunting intensity without breaking a sweat, the band is a force of nature, hitting you with harmonies you didn't know you were missing. Add a locked-in rhythm section, face-melting guitar, and the gloriously unhinged wildcard that is a keytar, and you've got something Denver hasn't seen coming.

This isn't a tribute act. This is a celebration — five decades of rock, pop, and everything in between, delivered with the swagger it deserves. We play the songs we love, because we know you love them too.

The Bobbitts. Come get your socks rocked off.