Some bands are built. Jump The Line was inevitable.
For seventeen years, Boston-area rock institution Fighting Friday held it down on the New England circuit. When their singer relocated to Florida, the band called it. Bassist Bobby Whitworth barely had time to mourn it before guitarist Jim Harper came knocking with a new idea. Jim brought in drummer Ricky Porter, formerly of Diezel, a longtime collaborator and a natural fit from day one. Then he turned to Whitworth and asked if he knew any singers.
As a matter of fact, he did.
Casey Roop — powerhouse vocalist, guitarist, and one of Whitworth's closest friends — had pulled him aside just weeks earlier and said he wanted to be in a band together. The two had been circling that idea for years, through acoustic duo dreams and a global pandemic that had other plans. The timing was never right. Until it was. Whitworth made the call. Roop said yes. Jump The Line was born.
They played their first show in 2025. Fifteen gigs of finding their footing, tightening the screws, learning what they were. Then something clicked. Now they're smashing it.
Four musicians. Six decades of the greatest rock, pop, and country ever recorded. A setlist with no weak songs and no wasted moments — AC/DC to Chappell Roan, Metallica to Neil Diamond, Dropkick Murphys to Dua Lipa — played by people who actually give a damn. Casey Roop commands the front of the stage like he was born there. Jim Harper makes the guitar work look easy. Bobby Whitworth — six-foot-four, silver hair, zero chill — holds down the low end like the whole night depends on it. And Ricky Porter hits like he's got something to prove and every single chop to back it up — and when he opens his mouth to sing, out comes an angel born in hell, all soaring highs and zero warning.
They're not here to play background music. They're here to make your night.