
Naked Elephant
Josh Royse, Mikey Tucker and Taylor Hatty have spent several years honing their craft in the Las Vegas bars, casinos and festivals between Downtown and that infamous global vein known as 'The Strip'. Surrounded by a vast ocean of musicians who succumbed to the allure of the city and surrendered their global dreams to the promise of heavy coffers built on unoriginal material, they decided that trading their creative passions to stack their tip bucket fortunes did not align with their mission. They kicked that bucket in pursuit of the great local music cultivated by the scenes of Downtown Las Vegas' snarky street art and venues full of sharp audiences who thrive in the vortex of abundant creation.
The trio of sonically adventurous cosmic heretics, drenched in eclectic energies built with strange money bathed in neon lights, continued circumnavigating the wild eyed dreamers with diamond studded shoes pressed to the floors of their exotic whips, dodged the quick witted strippers with powdered noses and designer purses, tossed riddles through cocktail conversations of international consequence, and waded through the whales of the world who drop small fortunes just to feel the sweat again. In this Las Vegas chaos, they crystallized their creative triangle as a global bound pirate ship with a simple mission: to shine a light on the kings and their kingdoms – to expose the giants with the light of the Sun; so they called themselves NakedElephant and began bridging the gap from pauper to paper, from kingdom to the coming, singing hallelujah as their curious and open minded listeners bathed in the enlightening lyrical labyrinth and sonic masquerade of their Rock band.
Josh Royse, Mikey Tucker and Taylor Hatty have spent several years honing their craft in the Las Vegas bars, casinos and festivals between Downtown and that infamous global vein known as 'The Strip'. Surrounded by a vast ocean of musicians who succumbed to the allure of the city and surrendered their global dreams to the promise of heavy coffers built on unoriginal material, they decided that trading their creative passions to stack their tip bucket fortunes did not align with their mission. They kicked that bucket in pursuit of the great local music cultivated by the scenes of Downtown Las Vegas' snarky street art and venues full of sharp audiences who thrive in the vortex of abundant creation.
The trio of sonically adventurous cosmic heretics, drenched in eclectic energies built with strange money bathed in neon lights, continued circumnavigating the wild eyed dreamers with diamond studded shoes pressed to the floors of their exotic whips, dodged the quick witted strippers with powdered noses and designer purses, tossed riddles through cocktail conversations of international consequence, and waded through the whales of the world who drop small fortunes just to feel the sweat again. In this Las Vegas chaos, they crystallized their creative triangle as a global bound pirate ship with a simple mission: to shine a light on the kings and their kingdoms – to expose the giants with the light of the Sun; so they called themselves NakedElephant and began bridging the gap from pauper to paper, from kingdom to the coming, singing hallelujah as their curious and open minded listeners bathed in the enlightening lyrical labyrinth and sonic masquerade of their Rock band.

