Four people, one van, and a flamingo painted on the bass drum.
The Dolly Adlers started as a dare: take the twang and swing of old rockabilly 45s and run it through a wall of fuzz until it snarls. What was left was a band that plays like a bar fight breaking out at a sock hop.
Every show comes with the same essentials: a stand-up bass slapped hard enough to bruise, harmonies that turn feral by the second verse, and a flamingo painted on the bass drum that's outlasted three vans. No ballads. No slow songs. Just the set, the switchblade solos, and whatever's left of the eyeliner by last call.