Marc LaBelle is a natural wanderer. ACalifornia resident with a generously stamped passport, the singer has seen a lot of the world, much of it from a motorcycle. The Dolomites in Northern Italy. France and Spain. Rome through Bari and into Croatia and Slovenia. New Zealand. Australia.
“A ton of Canada.” Alaska. During time off he and a friend go hiking in Wyoming and Montana, where they photograph grizzly bears.
All that comes you factor in his travels with Dirty Honey. Extensive support tours with their heroes Guns N’ Roses, as well as Kiss and Rival Sons, plus their own headline runs, have hurtled LaBelle and his bandmates across the globe with barely a moment to draw breath. The rush of this experience pours into their second album a treasure chest of energised classic rock’n’roll, imbued with diverse moods not seen on 2021’s shitkicking self-titled debut. It’s the product of a high-octane period, stirring pensive Zeppelin-y textures into the meaty Sunset Strip boogies that first turned heads in their direction.
