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KEITH DANIEL'S

Psycho Swamp Stomp Band

KEITH DANIEL'S PSYCHO SWAMP STOMP BAND

Born in the Cedar wood swamps of Wisconsin's Green Bay area, he unearthed his sound along the cold waters of Lake Michigan.   

Armed with a stomp box, harmonica, keys, guitar, looping, and his voice.  He created a sound referred to as "Psycho Swamp Stomp."   A ritual in genre bending. From Delta Blues, Dark Folk, Vaudeville, Psychedelic Rock, Grunge and experimental techniques verging on industrial music. 

Keith Daniel's Psycho Swamp Stomp music is full of heavy grooves and haunting lyrics.  Captivating fans with his theatrical live shows that feature props and illusions.  Making his own brand of psycho-drama.

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Keith Daniel’s Psycho Swamp Stomp Band - Wisconsin’s Wildest One-Man Show!
Keith is a one-man dynamo: Forget anything you know about “one-man bands.” This is a one-man, voodoo-grunge, blues-rock spectacle! Keith loops, stomps, and conjures the kind of music you’d find on a haunted Delta highway— Ghostly voodoo-infused beats, haunting blues guitar fury, and a stage full of wild props light up the night, with “Deadly Nightshade,” “Snake Eyes,” and a heap of madcap musical storytelling. The crowd ate it up—shuffling, grooving, and howling right along. 

Psycho Swamp Stomp Band is a cult that worships the emerald serpent swamp witch.  Formed by Keith Daniel while intoxicated by a fungus-and-frog poison brew that made a permanent hallucinogen in his bloodstream.   He had visions of the witch and the ancient magic that turned him into a humanoid-shaped hulk composed of the souls and bones of creatures that were drowned in the swamp as well as the mud, wet wood, and rotting plants of the swamp itself.  This rite of passage led Keith to the great cypress trees of the south where sacred snakes promised eternal happiness after the world's end.  The quest cemented his belief that he was summoned by the witch to do her bidding and spread her message until then—and make a sacrifice to the serpent every three days. 
He returned to his village of Green Bay preaching what he had learned, asking everyone to join him in his newfound swamp paradise. A few did; the rest were sacrificed in the name of the serpent.