Hot Breakfast! is Delaware's Premier Acoustic Dork-Rock Power Duo. Vocalist Jill Knapp (2013 WSTW Hometown Heroes Homey Award-winner for Best Lead Vocalist) and guitarist Matt Casarino (2014 WSTW Hometown Heroes Homey Award winner for Best Songwriter) have been melting faces with their high-energy, eclectic brand of powerhouse vocals, furious guitar work, and extreme dorkiness - the same unique blend that led them not only to record with, and open for, The Dead Milkmen in 2015, but also receive a Homey Award in 2015 for Best Live Act.
Hot Breakfast! has performed all across the USA, including stops at SXSW (2014 and 2015), Burning Man (Nevada), San Francisco (Slim's), Flipside (Austin, TX), and the Rock Circus (Delaware). Their music has been heard on Little Steven's Underground Garage (Sirius XM) and on several terrestrial and internet-based radio stations.
Their 2012 self-titled EP won EP of the Year at the 2013 WSTW Homey Awards, and their album 39 Summers was nominated for Album of the Year in 2014, a year that also earned them a Best Collaboration Award ("This is Our Hit Song," featuring Todd Chappelle). Their 2015 album The Big Reveal earned a Homey Award nomination for Best Album, along with nomination in eight other categories. Their ability to shift gears from high-powered rock to mellow allows them to write and perform multiple genres of music in venues as varied as punk clubs to coffeehouses and listening rooms.
Lyrics
It don't matter where you live or where you work If you're the boss, middle management or clerk If you're scraping by or wearing corporate clothes Everyone's a child when it snows
It don't matter if your collar's white or blue If you're first in class or low man on the crew Once the dusting starts to rise above your toes I propose That everyone's a child when it snows
Sliding cars and stupid trucks Man this traffic really sucks your joy away But though this drive home is a trial Look outside, you can't help but smile And once you make it home okay
Catch the weather news with one eye on the clock You just know the plow is gonna skip your block Just turn away and let the window meet your nose It only shows That everyone's a child when it snows
And your back is gonna scream When you're shoveling, you'll dream of snowball fights Building forts and racing sleds Running wild into snowy beds Till you're called in for the night
So tell the boss that you ain't going anywhere Throw your boots on or just nestle in your chair And let the snowfall melt the memories you once froze That's how it goes Maybe you said goodbye to childhood long ago And maybe this is not the life you thought you chose But everyone's a child when it snows
