Based in Angelica NY, Stoneclad was formed in 2013 by a group of energetic young men looking to fill in the lack of live Grateful Dead music between the long cold days when “The Dead” were relaxing in the California sunshine!  Starting off as a small project, STONECLAD has bloomed into one of WNY’s finest Psychedelic jam bands! Playing the music of the sixties to today, Stoneclad has garnered the attention and respect of people throughout WNY, PA and Ohio.


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What others are saying!

Are these guys talented?  Without a doubt.  Dedicated?  Yes, they will play anywhere, and do it well.  Are they a young band?  By the numbers, maybe.  But they are old souls! Old musicians, souls who channel bands like The Dead, Phish, and The Allman Brothers, but not without making them new, better, and their own.  A performance of Pink Floyd's spacey classic, "Pigs" was truly incredible. The Dead songs rolled along like a slow burning train or like old friends carrying memories and taking me on a trip back to my youth. 

VanEtten, M. (2017, April 18). Stoneclad Rocks the Local Scene. The Cuba Patriot, p. 13


"Our biggest Friday night in 6 months“ Maloney's Irish Pub


"Allen Harris captures the spirit of Jerry from the second he steps on stage" Unknown

From an attic window in some small town in America came the psychedelic wanderings of a madman on the guitar. From another part of the country came the sound of a baby hushed to sleep with the soft, yet clearly deranged playing of a young man. And in yet other parts of the world the sounds of a back beat on bass that caused the heavens to shudder in wonder! In a small room in WNY a drummer was carried off in a frenzy of musical thunder that he had never experienced before...

As these sounds, separate yet equal, came together by the four winds that carried them aloft, they exploded into a sound with a force that could not be denied! The thunder rumbled through the heavens from the point where the sounds collided, back to our musicians.

As our four musicians quit playing, struck with a feeling that somehow, somewhere, something had changed in the world around them, they put their instruments away. The four musicians slept but, dreams invaded their peaceful slumber. These were not the dreams of happy men, but the dreams of those possessed. In these dreams colors swirled to the sounds of ancient thunder, trees bowed and trembled in fear... The creatures of the forest ran, not away from the sound, but towards it, as if a magnet was pulling their very soul further into the forest.

As our forest friends came closer to the sound, there was smoke and lightning all around them, but they were not afraid! They pushed on through the smoke and lightning knowing that they were about to behold a wonder that had not been seen in many a long moon. Some might say that such things do not exist, that it is only in the mind...

There in a circle were our four musicians the smoke and thunder were coming from them as they played. Surrounded by a dozen or more Nvyunuwi dancing in all colors of the rainbow, their movements shaking the very foundation of the earth they danced upon. At first the animals could not believe their eyes; they had heard legend of the Nvyunuwi (nun-yoo-noo-wee) from the fire circles of the ancient Indians that had once walked the land. But, never had they seen one let alone a dozen or more.

As the music built into a frenzied rhythm, all the creatures joined in this dance. For hours into the night they danced as our four musicians played. It seemed that days went by. The rhythm overtook them and they danced...

Just before daylight, the music gained even more power and our friends were dazed in the awe of it all and yet they could not stop dancing... And just as they thought they would all explode into some cosmic void of color and sound the music stopped, they daylight appeared over the horizon and the four musicians were gone. As our friends looked around, murmurs could be heard. Who, what, was it just a dream... were they ever here at all?

And then they saw it, one word was burnt into the forest floor. That word was:


Some say that if you walk far enough into the hills of Allegany County, you can still hear the sound, and if you follow that sound far enough, you might just find them, the Nvyunuwi, dancing to our four musicians, the only ones allowed to carry their name