David (guitar, vocals)

Seth (drums)

LeeMarie (bass, vocals)

The place: a farmhouse outside a tiny town of little consequence in rural Minnesota.

The players: three siblings–two males, one female–with the given name of Hostetter, each possessing complimentary skills of extraordinary potential.

The motive: to combat the stale, ordinary, and predictable nature of popular rock music wrought of the unimaginative.

The result: an undeniable sound backed by an undeniably unique persona.

Three kids born and raised on a farm in Minnesota? Playing rock music? Writing amazing songs with thought-provoking ferocity? Destroying stages? Are you kidding?

No.

On the right side of the stage you see David, the eldest, lead vocalist, songwriter, and guitarist. Chopped black hair around piecing eyes that bleed black mascara. Sleeveless, torn, jean-jacketed, a vision of a classic era, spirit of ʻ77. On the left
side of the stage sister Lee Marie swings her bass high above her platinum
blonde maelstrom, supported by white high-heels. She screams with lipstick-laden vocal yelps and finger-points to the sky. And behind, brother Seth twirls his
sticks and bashes in rhythm to complete the whirlwind that is…Children 18:3.

Then come the sounds, cutting your face like glass shrapnel. You hear classic song structure, guitar crunch, and fast driving beats. Just the right blend of melody and muscle, exchanged between the male and female voices onstage, to make this bit more universal than simple two-dimensional aggression. You hear songs, not just riffs with outfits. Rock songs you can grab a hold of, yet completely raw in presentation. And finally, the words are defiant, poetic, and communal. Just the type of thing a starving musical climate needs:

A reminder of everything that was once right about punk and rock nʼ roll.

Welcome to the world of Children 18:3…