Poke has a river of songs deep and wide … country, hillbilly, rockabilly, polka, surf, rock, and more. Every song is unique, upbeat, entertaining, and for all ages.

Bio:
Educated in the famous bars of Austin, Texas, Brad Deteau was steeped in Country, Western Swing, Blues, and the Hickoids. Bearing witness to legendary riverside festivals, late night brawls, and Sunday walks of shame back from Nuevo Laredo, Mexico, B-Rad picked up a guitar and began to formulate some ides of his own. After a stint in dreamy Santa Barbara, he ended up in the ultimate trucker’s town, Boise, Idaho, a town where the Big Rigs used to make way through the busiest part of town, gearing down in front of the Capitol steps. After a few years, he happened across a young punk by the name of Diesel, who he bought a doghouse bass as long as he paid him back one day. Poke was born.

Based on the deep voice of the doghouse and the clickity-clack rhythm of slapping the neck, the songs in their heads began to come alive. Before long, the need for a stronger back-beat brought Smokin’ J. Raised on a steady diet of great drummers, J has gobbled up all of the right things about being a drummer, and spit out all the bad. Capable of doing about anything a song could need, he fit right in and closed the circle. With this addition, Poke started hitting the bars and calling the tunes.

Poke has shared the stage with some underground legends and other up-and-comers: Asylum Street Spankers, Chop Tops, Big John Bates, Hellbound Glory, Jeremiah James, Pinto Bennett, Jesse Dayton, Stan Ridgway, the Wilders, Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, and more.

Poke is packin’ the bars with Pokers and Pokettes, and calling them the Poke Nation … not an army yet, but at least a battalion singin’ along, clappin’, and shoutin’ on cue. Dancing bears, stage-stop hold-ups, cuttin’ heads, and fillin’ dance floors with tales of windswept truck-stop beauties, hillbilly lovers, and weekend runs on the border. Is it Punk, is it Rock-a-billy, or is it Country? Real Country. Oh, its country alright. Hell yeah, its country.