TYLER BRYANT & THE SHAKEDOWN
Tyler Bryant was still a teenager when BB King gave him some advice. He’d just opened for the blues icon, and the two of them were hanging out on his tour bus. It was at this point that King leaned in and said, in a serious tone: “Listen, I want you to get high on music and women, no drugs.” Has he followed that through?
“I one hundred per cent have,” Bryant says affirmatively, all Dixie-bred respect with a touch of impishness. “I’m crazy enough as it is, I don’t need any help with the drugs! I would be the worst drug addict to be around. I get so wound up before shows I can’t even see straight.”
At 28, Bryant is settled on the women front as well (“I’ve got a pretty amazing girl”). Which leaves music. Most musicians say they’re obsessed with music. Bryant is to it. In conversation he pogos effortlessly through black metal, Black Sabbath, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Clutch, Led Zeppelin, Temple Of The Dog, Tom Waits, the entire Tom Petty catalogue and more. And he literally can’t sit still. Part-way through our conversation, at their label’s London HQ, he
