The RocknRoll Hi-Fives are a rock band. Any other descriptive adjectives, while they may be accurate, are unnecessary. Yes, they are a family. Yes, they are theatrical. And yes, they blend the classic hooks and panache of prime-era guitar pop (David Bowie, The Runaways, T-Rex, Cheap Trick, Joan Jett) with the grit, attitude and DIY, get-in-the-van ethos of indie rock's forefathers (Guided By Voices, Pavement, Breeders, Sleater-Kinney, Dinosaur Jr, Pixies). But at the core of their music, their mindset, and their drive is the idea that they are, no matter how you qualify it, a pure-bred rock and fucking roll band.
Perhaps some kitsch is expected when we watch a band whose singer is all of 15, whose drummer is only two years her junior and whose lead guitarist bounds around stage with a sequined cape emblazoned with his own band's name, swinging his Flying V around like a trusted battle implement. Or perhaps it's in their name, a name which was decided upon when their singer was all of four years old, that might lead you to think the RocknRoll Hi Fives are here to do anything but destroy. But if it's kitsch you came for, you will leave no doubt sorely disappointed. Because despite their being a band made up of mom, dad, son and daughter, and despite the goof inherent in their own band name, The RocknRoll Hi-Fives are a rock band.
With their fanbase growing and their live show getting wrench-tight, the RocknRoll Hi-Fives soon found themselves in talks with the venerable Asbury Park label Little Dickman Records, who wanted to release their debut LP. With Little Dickman's backing, the Hi-Fives headed in to Hoboken's Moonlight Mile studios to cut the tracks that would become Re-Introducing The RocknRoll Hi-Fives.