With a face like a forklift and the body of an olive (no pimento), Matt Bradford needed an outlet to express his angst and a means to attract the women. Music seemed the perfect avenue, but unfortunately Matt chose to play folk. He builds his own lap steels using the wood of dewy meadows and glades, and pickups from Del Marzio. Once a talented bullfighter renowned in Spain as El Chupacabra, Matts lyrics pull from the sport he loves and describe the friends he lost. While you can hear him play at venues throughout Los Angeles, he does his best work in the bedroom, alone.In his free time, Matt loves to drink milk.