$15 adv / $20 at the door (advance sales until 3pm day of show, then available at the door). Doors at 6:00pm, showtime 7:00pm. ALL AGES! General Admission ticket includes a combination of limited seating and standing room. Seating is first come first serve. Tickets are nonrefundable.Gasoline Lollipops have been genre-benders and boundary-breakers, fusing the ferocity of punk-injected rock and roll with the rawness of folk music, the store-telling of country, and the soul of roadhouse R&amp;B.Front man, Clay Rose was raised between an outlaw, truck-driving father in the mountains of Colorado and a country song-writing mama in the sticks outside of Nashville, Tennessee. Clay’s penchant for open roads and trouble making are the backbone of the Gas Pops’ sound. The rest of the band consists of Don Ambory, Scott Coulter, “Bad” Brad Morse, and Kevin Matthews who all come equipped with music degrees from Chicago, Boston, Jacksonville, and Denver, respectively.&nbsp;They each add flavors of their own background and heritage, further diversifying the band’s signature sound.Over the course of six albums, Gasoline Lollipops have explored the far corners of amplified American roots music.&nbsp;They’ve been genre-benders and boundary-breakers, fusing the ferocity of punk-injected rock &amp; roll with the rawness of folk music, the storytelling of country, and the soul of roadhouse R&amp;B.&nbsp;On Kill the Architect,&nbsp;they team up with longtime Los Lobos member Steve Berlin to distill that ever-evolving sound into something signature and distinct.&nbsp;Partially inspired by frontman Clay Rose’s compositions for a modern ballet based upon the tale of Samson and Delilah, Kill the Architect&nbsp;tackles big themes – including connection, balance, identity, and the search for one’s true self – with an ever-bigger sound, veering from heavy-hitting rock anthems to lighter, country-influenced folksongs.&nbsp;Produced by Berlin during a series of live-in-the-studio performances and brought to life by a band of hard-touring, finger-bleeding road warriors, Kill the Architect captures a band firing on all cylinders with their tank filled to the brim, and their wheels pointing toward a horizon of their own making