The Tressels are a band, but more importantly they are a place. Located high above the Darby Creek, the trolley tracks at the Oakview stop of the 102 line are where hundreds of young men came of age by jumping into the shallow, filthy water below. This rite of passage represents what the Tressels are all about, saying goodbye to youth, hello to a worthless manhood and trying desperately to crawl out of the muck. The Tressels debut record, "Burmont Bill Has A Posse" is an eclectic collection of songs and song fragments that tell stories of ruined holidays, promiscous women and alcohol induced suicide attempts. The band at the time was a mere 3 members, Butch (Vocals, Guitar), Big Dirty (Vocals, Guitar), and Mickey Reds (Shaker, Tamborine), but has since grown into a 6 piece live band with addition of Little Jonesy (Bass), Tap (Drums) and Mudflaps (Cello, yes Cello). While on record the Tressels are the equivalent of an Oxycotin OD on the coldest day of February, the band's live show is a beautiful, bloody, drunken mess that has to be seen to be believed. Every band wants to be your addiction, your musical heroin. The Tressels want to be musical paint thinner, they get you high for a short period of time, but fuck your brain up for the rest of your life.