Roky Moon has come to conquer rock and roll and you’re just going to have to get out of his way. Roky (Mike Hardin, to his dad) put together a band to play his glammed-out stadium garage songs about a year ago, and in that time Roky Moon and BOLT have turned a lot of heads.

Besides busting skulls and swelling hearts with their combustable live show, they won Best New Artist at last summer’s Houston Press Music Awards, made their acting debuts in Catastrophic Theatre’s Life is Happy and Sad and began working on their own rock opera (which I’d encourage more bands to do except compared to these guys they’re all a buncha rank amateurs; judging from what RM&B have shown us so far, Houston’s not going to know what hit it when this thing premiers).

Mike/Roky/Moky christened my new living room (same house, I just moved living rooms) with his performance of a newly written song he said I could just make up a title for. I thought about breaking out Steve Albini’s old “A Picture of Me Fucking Your Mother” chestnut, but common decency once again prevailed and I went with one of the lyrics.