Rock / Rockabilly
Jonny and the Chrome Cats
Grease, chrome, and a backbeat that won't quit.
▶ Listen NowJonny and the Chrome Cats tore out of a late-night garage jam on the edge of Memphis, where four greasers bonded over slap-back echo, hollow-body twang, and the holy gospel of Sun Records. What started as weekend burner sets at a South Main dive hardened into a locked-in unit built for dance floors and drag strips: upright bass thundering the pocket, snare cracking like a starter pistol, and a frontman who treats every chorus like a challenge to the room.
Their philosophy is simple and loud — rockabilly isn't a costume, it's a current you ride until the tires smoke. The Cats favor hot-rod tempos, call-and-response shout-outs, and arrangements that leave room for a guitar break to peel out and come back smoking. Live, they hit like a four-car pack drafting the same groove: tight, sweaty, and unapologetically retro without tipping into museum-piece nostalgia.
They write for the jukebox and the open road, chasing that sweet spot where 1950s swagger meets modern punch. If it doesn't make you want to slick your hair and stomp the floorboards, it doesn't leave the rehearsal room.
Music
Doublestop Dare
Candy Apple Crush
Night Walk
Back Alley Rumble
Meet Jonny and the Chrome Cats
“Grease, chrome, and a backbeat that won't quit.”
Jonny and the Chrome Cats tore out of a late-night garage jam on the edge of Memphis, where four greasers bonded over slap-back echo, hollow-body twang, and the holy gospel of Sun Records. What started as weekend burner sets at a South Main dive hardened into a locked-in unit built for dance floors and drag strips: upright bass thundering the pocket, snare cracking like a starter pistol, and a frontman who treats every chorus like a challenge to the room.
Their philosophy is simple and loud — rockabilly isn't a costume, it's a current you ride until the tires smoke. The Cats favor hot-rod tempos, call-and-response shout-outs, and arrangements that leave room for a guitar break to peel out and come back smoking. Live, they hit like a four-car pack drafting the same groove: tight, sweaty, and unapologetically retro without tipping into museum-piece nostalgia.
They write for the jukebox and the open road, chasing that sweet spot where 1950s swagger meets modern punch. If it doesn't make you want to slick your hair and stomp the floorboards, it doesn't leave the rehearsal room.
Live Performances
The Band
Jonny "Chrome" Keller
Lead Vocals / Rhythm Guitar
Magnetic and slightly cocky — runs the stage like a ringmaster who also happens to be the main event.
Vince "Lowride" Delgado
Upright Bass / Backing Vocals
The calm muscle of the band — quiet between songs, volcanic when the pocket locks.
Duke Harlan
Lead Guitar / Backing Vocals
Flashy fingers, dry wit — the Cat most likely to throw a grin mid-solo, least likely to miss a cue.
Ricky "Snap" Boone
Drums / Percussion
High-energy and loud even when he's not playing — a grinning chaos agent who keeps time like a freight train.
