Bio: Radio America has made it clear from the beginning that they were in it for the good fight, the slow boil, the long haul. When they show up at the door of your club bearing guitars and singing show tunes, you've got to let 'em in. And when they drink your roommate's beer after your birthday party is already over, you've got to forgive them. Why? Because they write beautiful tunes full of, yeah, sentiment and melody; because they can rhapsodize about geopolitics and Sanskrit texts without sounding like Chris Martin or Anderson Cooper; and because they can play rock and roll as ferociously and as joyously as anyone this side of 1977 ever has. Their new album, 'Raise High' is a punk rock epic poem. It is a collection of 9 songs inhabited by the pathetic ballads of hepcat boys who roam backlit, boozed streets of New York, London, and Boston, cheating death, storming windmills, scaling bridges, smoking cigarettes and wooing riot girls, all while talking to God.