Seven decades of singalongs.
Mr. Brightside. Don't Stop Believin'. Sex on Fire.
The songs your bar already knows the words to.
10:30pm Saturday. Bar's three-deep. Floor's half-full. We open with something everyone knows the chorus to.
By the third song the floor's full. By midnight you can't hear us over the room. Phones up. Voices going. Strangers with their arms around each other yelling "I've got SOUL but I'm not a SOLDIER."
That's what we sell. The minute your room stops being a bunch of separate tables and becomes one crowd. Eighty people singing the same song at the same time.
Bars, weddings, festivals, the occasional 40th. We work weekends across Southern Ontario.
From the Drake Underground at midnight to the Polish Festival on a Saturday afternoon.
Whippin' Post · Live at The Drake Underground.
We pick to the room as the night moves. Below is the working rotation.
+ a handful more we rotate through. Pull-up requests welcome.
We met jamming every other Tuesday. The name was supposed to be temporary. The rest is here.




A few lines about the venue, the date, what you're picturing. We reply within 48 hours.