It’s an odd time to be alive, and no one is more uncomfortable than Dollar Signs, from Charlotte, North Carolina. There’s a fear to growing old in a world that doesn’t care about you, and Dollar Signs can relate; as a diverse group of friends who try to solve their problems in sweat-soaked rooms and dingy basements, singing and dancing away the fear. It’s group therapy for weekend warriors who have to work jobs that they hate. It’s a gala of cheap beer and sweaty hugs. Dollar Signs may as well be the band that played on the deck of the Titanic as it sank into the freezing ocean. We’re all in this together, and Dollar Signs knows that. After the release of their self-released full length album, Yikes, the band has been hitting the road and getting acquainted with the van – and now two tours, three blown tires, a branded hot sauce, and a family-size box of Tums later, they’re ready to do it again. This may not last forever, but for now, while there’s still a tinge of hopelessness in the air, Dollar Signs needs to party with you, because it’s the only way to survive the times.