VINYL MUSIC HALL PRESENTS
Street Dogs
Koffin Kats, Roll The Tanks, The Downtown Struts
Sat, September 8, 2012
Doors: 7:30 pm / Show: 7:30 pm (event ends at 11:30 pm)
Vinyl Music Hall
Pensacola, FL
$13.00 - $16.00
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This event is all ages
All Ages * General Admission * Standing Room Only * Attendees Under 16 Must Be Accompanied By A Ticketed, Adult Guardian * No Re-Entry
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Street Dogs
"That the band is a full-time band. That whatever Street Dogs is doing, whether recording or playing live, we're gonna give 110%. Always. But the thing I'd like to convey most through bio or anything is that this music has an honesty and earnestness to it. The lyrics are from legitimate life experiences The lyrics are from legitimate life experiences from the band members."
The End.
You know, Mike McColgan could leave it at that. Few bands can sum themselves up so succinctly and accurately and truthfully in a paragraph. They have to resort to hyperbole and clichés and any other public relations gimmick to make themselves interesting. With Street Dogs, you get truth -- real feelings, uncontrived sentiments -- and music that is as gritty and unwashed as their name.
Street Dogs is McColgan's first project post-The Dropkick Murphys, which he co-founded, singing on the EP Boys on the Docks and LP Do or Die, two of punk rock's modern classics. He left the band in 1998 to fulfill his lifelong dream as a member of the Boston Fire Department. "I have no misgivings, no regrets…and there are no bad feelings," he says proudly. "I still talk to those guys.
Street Dogs formed in 2002 when they recorded the acclaimed Savin Hill album on Crosscheck Records. The band has been touring constantly since and building a following on rapid word of mouth. They've recently finished a successful jaunt with Flogging Molly in the US and the UK.
The End.
You know, Mike McColgan could leave it at that. Few bands can sum themselves up so succinctly and accurately and truthfully in a paragraph. They have to resort to hyperbole and clichés and any other public relations gimmick to make themselves interesting. With Street Dogs, you get truth -- real feelings, uncontrived sentiments -- and music that is as gritty and unwashed as their name.
Street Dogs is McColgan's first project post-The Dropkick Murphys, which he co-founded, singing on the EP Boys on the Docks and LP Do or Die, two of punk rock's modern classics. He left the band in 1998 to fulfill his lifelong dream as a member of the Boston Fire Department. "I have no misgivings, no regrets…and there are no bad feelings," he says proudly. "I still talk to those guys.
Street Dogs formed in 2002 when they recorded the acclaimed Savin Hill album on Crosscheck Records. The band has been touring constantly since and building a following on rapid word of mouth. They've recently finished a successful jaunt with Flogging Molly in the US and the UK.
Koffin Kats
The Koffin Kats are a punk/psychobilly band from Detroit. They just released a fourth CD, “Drunk in Daylight.” The Metal Minute, which gave it four stars, had this to say:
Starting the day with a blast of psychobilly gets you more revved than a posh cup of thematic joe and since nobody can afford a five dollar shot these days (as Starbucks has learned the bean ugly truth), music that contains aural caffeine and adrenaline like psychobilly ought to be considered an alternative pick-me-upper. Of course, the music is mostly so damned fast we're all going to be flying down highways like uncaged hellions to the reckless tempo of this stuff just by attrition.
It's interesting to see what has spurted out of The Reverend Horton Heat, The Misfits and The Stray Cats, all revisionists in their own way and in the Rev's case, nobody could've predicted the one-time fringe rocker would've engineered not only the term "psychobilly," but also a new formula in which the country-styled roots of Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Hank Snow and the elder Hank Williams could be morphed into a punk-driven sound that has become a cult phenomenon in later years. As Betties and Whiffleheads gather en masse into their mutant sock hops, psychobilly bands have been cropping all over the country in response. Notably, the Danish Nekromantix have become the kings of psychobilly, usurping a decidedly American sound and finessing it with commanding precision and velocity, so much they have inadvertently forced the homebase practitioners to keep up or eat their dust.
As psychobilly is one of the last remaining threads to fifties' bred American rock 'n roll, Michigan's Koffin Kats has been building their sound with swapped strides at times leaning towards darkness, such as their last album, the angry statement piece Straying from the Pack. However, so long as there's good times to be had and a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon (which has rebounded in popularity amongst psychobillies and a broke-ass college crowd) within reach, then don't expect Koffin Kats to sing songs about impaling virgins with the stand of Vic Victor's slap bass, unless of course it's tongue-in-cheek.
Starting the day with a blast of psychobilly gets you more revved than a posh cup of thematic joe and since nobody can afford a five dollar shot these days (as Starbucks has learned the bean ugly truth), music that contains aural caffeine and adrenaline like psychobilly ought to be considered an alternative pick-me-upper. Of course, the music is mostly so damned fast we're all going to be flying down highways like uncaged hellions to the reckless tempo of this stuff just by attrition.
It's interesting to see what has spurted out of The Reverend Horton Heat, The Misfits and The Stray Cats, all revisionists in their own way and in the Rev's case, nobody could've predicted the one-time fringe rocker would've engineered not only the term "psychobilly," but also a new formula in which the country-styled roots of Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, Hank Snow and the elder Hank Williams could be morphed into a punk-driven sound that has become a cult phenomenon in later years. As Betties and Whiffleheads gather en masse into their mutant sock hops, psychobilly bands have been cropping all over the country in response. Notably, the Danish Nekromantix have become the kings of psychobilly, usurping a decidedly American sound and finessing it with commanding precision and velocity, so much they have inadvertently forced the homebase practitioners to keep up or eat their dust.
As psychobilly is one of the last remaining threads to fifties' bred American rock 'n roll, Michigan's Koffin Kats has been building their sound with swapped strides at times leaning towards darkness, such as their last album, the angry statement piece Straying from the Pack. However, so long as there's good times to be had and a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon (which has rebounded in popularity amongst psychobillies and a broke-ass college crowd) within reach, then don't expect Koffin Kats to sing songs about impaling virgins with the stand of Vic Victor's slap bass, unless of course it's tongue-in-cheek.
Roll The Tanks
LOS ANGELES--Roll the Tanks may be the most ambitious band in LA. In a scene with bands on every corner, the RTT guys set out to get the world to notice their Replacements-y, Kinks influenced rock and roll sound by building a studio in a garage in Valencia by hand, where they aimed their sights on making a big unapologetic rock record. They recruited the sometimes-touring drummer of Frank Black and the Catholics and all-the-time drummer of the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Joe Sirois, to round out their sound and then, with the help of a big-time metal producer who secretly had been following the band for over a year, they cranked out fifteen tracks of guitar heavy, bombastic rock and roll that somehow recalls the very best of Hold Me Up era Goo Goo Dolls with enough modern energy to keep it fresh and new sounding.
Not bad for a couple of guys who've been known to sit at the bar until after midnight until their paychecks cleared so they could afford to pay their bar tabs, hence the title of their upcoming full length, Broke Til Midnight.
The single's title track, Goodnight Jimmy Lee is a reckless, ballbusting ode to fallen rocker Jay Reatard that sounds like it could have been written by Paul Westerberg, and the b-side, Pistolero, is a Lemonheads-y uptemo acoustic-tinged jam that recalls the heyday of 90's indie rock. As if these influences weren't unimpeachable enough, the cover of the seven-inch is scratch and sniff! Talk about form meets function! Both the music and the packaging of Goodnight Jimmy Lee are totally modern twists on classics from yesteryear, and the full length, Broke Til Midnight is packed with even more of the rock n' roll grandstanding, hooks and tastefully ass-kicking guitar work that's gotten RTT a lot of well earned recognition in the fickle LA scene. But it didn't come without a lot of hard work.
In rehearsing for Broke Til Midnight the RTT boys indulged in a LOT of experimentation. According to frontman Danny Carney "we setup a little studio downtown and wrote and demoed the songs a ton… Some of the songs have over 10 different versions…we ignored the clock and didn't fuck around." When it was time to record, Roll The Tanks decided to get weird and teamed up with nu-metal knob master and RTT fan Fred Archambault (Avenged Sevenfold) to see what happens when everyone steps outside their comfort zone to make a record that was intended to be, in the words of Danny, Rumors 2 (that's a Fleetwood Mac reference, folks).
All that trial and error paid off, because Broke Til Midnight is somehow the best of the 80's mixed with the best of the 90's, a pop gem that's not afraid to sneer through it's undeniable hooks and massive guitar swagger. From the forcible and uplifting "24th and Buckets," "Waiting On A Storm" and "Goodnight Jimmy Lee," a song the band wrote about indie icon Jay Reatard on the day he passed away, to the lyrically sincere "Lock Your Daughters Up," Broke Til Midnight is a pop gem that is not afraid to sneer through its undeniable hooks and massive guitar swagger and still somehow sound like something completely fresh.
Not bad for a couple of guys who've been known to sit at the bar until after midnight until their paychecks cleared so they could afford to pay their bar tabs, hence the title of their upcoming full length, Broke Til Midnight.
The single's title track, Goodnight Jimmy Lee is a reckless, ballbusting ode to fallen rocker Jay Reatard that sounds like it could have been written by Paul Westerberg, and the b-side, Pistolero, is a Lemonheads-y uptemo acoustic-tinged jam that recalls the heyday of 90's indie rock. As if these influences weren't unimpeachable enough, the cover of the seven-inch is scratch and sniff! Talk about form meets function! Both the music and the packaging of Goodnight Jimmy Lee are totally modern twists on classics from yesteryear, and the full length, Broke Til Midnight is packed with even more of the rock n' roll grandstanding, hooks and tastefully ass-kicking guitar work that's gotten RTT a lot of well earned recognition in the fickle LA scene. But it didn't come without a lot of hard work.
In rehearsing for Broke Til Midnight the RTT boys indulged in a LOT of experimentation. According to frontman Danny Carney "we setup a little studio downtown and wrote and demoed the songs a ton… Some of the songs have over 10 different versions…we ignored the clock and didn't fuck around." When it was time to record, Roll The Tanks decided to get weird and teamed up with nu-metal knob master and RTT fan Fred Archambault (Avenged Sevenfold) to see what happens when everyone steps outside their comfort zone to make a record that was intended to be, in the words of Danny, Rumors 2 (that's a Fleetwood Mac reference, folks).
All that trial and error paid off, because Broke Til Midnight is somehow the best of the 80's mixed with the best of the 90's, a pop gem that's not afraid to sneer through it's undeniable hooks and massive guitar swagger. From the forcible and uplifting "24th and Buckets," "Waiting On A Storm" and "Goodnight Jimmy Lee," a song the band wrote about indie icon Jay Reatard on the day he passed away, to the lyrically sincere "Lock Your Daughters Up," Broke Til Midnight is a pop gem that is not afraid to sneer through its undeniable hooks and massive guitar swagger and still somehow sound like something completely fresh.
The Downtown Struts
"I went and saw The Downtown Struts tonight. It was a good show. They played some of their new songs, which are fucking amazing. Check them out if you are into rock n' roll." Alexander Ozawa
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