WE'RE HELPING OUR PALS AT THE BURGER BOOGALOO OUT BY LETTING EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS AMAZING EVENT IN OAKLAND. IT IS NOT HAPPENING AT RICKSHAW STOP! GO TO MOSSWOOD PARK IN OAKLAND!
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Thee Oh Sees
It's never a dull moment watching Oh Sees frontman, John Dwyer wildly wield a swordlike steel guitar with maniacal brilliance! On Saturday July 5th Thee Oh Sees return to the Bay Area for the first time since 2013, to prove to San Franciscan's that the real party is in Oakland!
OFF!
Keith, Dimitri, Steve and Mario are searingly loud, frantically paced, and best taken in a single 23-minute dose! OFF is a sonic cinder block, a clenched fist raised in the face of rock and roll refinement. If you had any questions about the state of punk in 2014, this is your answer.
MILK N' COOKIES
Milk 'N' Cookies from New York were active during the 1970's and have now achieved considerable cult status for contributions in the area where pop, glam, and proto-punk overlap. They re-united to play Radio Heartbeat in NY in 2005, but haven't made a West Coast appearance since 1978!
Reigning Sound
Reigning Sound's Greg Cartwright might posses songwriting talents equal to those of masters like Jagger & Richards. Memphis drenched rock albums like "Time Bomb High School" and "Too Much Guitar" could be modern day masterpieces likened to "Exile" and "Sticky Fingers".
NOBUNNY
The often amorous, and occasionally frightening NOBUNNY (one word, all caps) has been captivating audiences of dedicated fans and new believers since Easter 2001 (the day Joey Ramone died). Born in the desert outside of Tucson AZ, Nobunny started as an animal Elvis impersonator before deciding to try out his hand at songwriting. The raucous rabbit's music is a intoxicating concoction of all the rights and wrongs that make up the heart and the soul of real rock n roll. Songs that sound as though they were written at the Brill building by a punk rock mutant back from the future. Some batshit brilliant bullshit.
The Bananas
Sometimes operating under the moniker DIY TIL EYE DIE, The Bananas are Sacramento, California's best and worst kept secret. This power trio consisting of Mike, Marie, and Scott Banana will always be the best band to rock any party on the face of the planet.
The Trashies
A white mold smear. A parking lot. Some crusty stuff. The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the waxen filth gyre of your inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place in your ham-fists a trash platter.
Terry Malts
Ever since Slumberland Records lost a bet and released 2012’s Killing Time, it seems that the bored drudges of this outhouse Earth have done nothing but follow that album title’s orders, a.k.a. harass me. (Lord knows the everyday “fan” of these “guys” has nothing better to do). Visitors, calls, letters. Look, I know I’m the only known liaison to the men behind the man, but that doesn’t mean I have the answer to the burning question on everyone’s melon: WHEN IS THE NEXT TERRY MALTS ALBUM COMING OUT?!
Oh, wait, actually I do know the answer to that one! Terry Malts’ brand-new platter, Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere, is being released on September 10, 2013, once again on Slumberland Records. The official full-length follow-up to last year’s year-end-list-thrashing debut, hot on the heels of two more blistering 7”s in the meantime.
Who are these Nobodies? Where is this Nowhere? The same crack-staff has been employed: Phil Benson (bass, vocals), Corey Cunningham (guitar, throat), and Nathan Sweatt (drums, confusion), recorded by they-damn-selfs in their “San Francisco practice space”, and again mixed by Monte Vallier (Weekend, Half Church). Hey, Parrothead: changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right? Right! Which is why the Malts tropes you’ve come to know and love haven’t gone anywhere: anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating, and probably some sensitivity or something. It’s all right in front of your earballs!
White Fang
Four freebirds high on life/doing the things we wanna do/we'll get as high as we fucking please/fuck it.
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Thee Oh Sees
It's never a dull moment watching Oh Sees frontman, John Dwyer wildly wield a swordlike steel guitar with maniacal brilliance! On Saturday July 5th Thee Oh Sees return to the Bay Area for the first time since 2013, to prove to San Franciscan's that the real party is in Oakland!
OFF!
Keith, Dimitri, Steve and Mario are searingly loud, frantically paced, and best taken in a single 23-minute dose! OFF is a sonic cinder block, a clenched fist raised in the face of rock and roll refinement. If you had any questions about the state of punk in 2014, this is your answer.
MILK N' COOKIES
Milk 'N' Cookies from New York were active during the 1970's and have now achieved considerable cult status for contributions in the area where pop, glam, and proto-punk overlap. They re-united to play Radio Heartbeat in NY in 2005, but haven't made a West Coast appearance since 1978!
Reigning Sound
Reigning Sound's Greg Cartwright might posses songwriting talents equal to those of masters like Jagger & Richards. Memphis drenched rock albums like "Time Bomb High School" and "Too Much Guitar" could be modern day masterpieces likened to "Exile" and "Sticky Fingers".
NOBUNNY
The often amorous, and occasionally frightening NOBUNNY (one word, all caps) has been captivating audiences of dedicated fans and new believers since Easter 2001 (the day Joey Ramone died). Born in the desert outside of Tucson AZ, Nobunny started as an animal Elvis impersonator before deciding to try out his hand at songwriting. The raucous rabbit's music is a intoxicating concoction of all the rights and wrongs that make up the heart and the soul of real rock n roll. Songs that sound as though they were written at the Brill building by a punk rock mutant back from the future. Some batshit brilliant bullshit.
The Bananas
Sometimes operating under the moniker DIY TIL EYE DIE, The Bananas are Sacramento, California's best and worst kept secret. This power trio consisting of Mike, Marie, and Scott Banana will always be the best band to rock any party on the face of the planet.
The Trashies
A white mold smear. A parking lot. Some crusty stuff. The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the waxen filth gyre of your inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place in your ham-fists a trash platter.
Terry Malts
Ever since Slumberland Records lost a bet and released 2012’s Killing Time, it seems that the bored drudges of this outhouse Earth have done nothing but follow that album title’s orders, a.k.a. harass me. (Lord knows the everyday “fan” of these “guys” has nothing better to do). Visitors, calls, letters. Look, I know I’m the only known liaison to the men behind the man, but that doesn’t mean I have the answer to the burning question on everyone’s melon: WHEN IS THE NEXT TERRY MALTS ALBUM COMING OUT?!
Oh, wait, actually I do know the answer to that one! Terry Malts’ brand-new platter, Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere, is being released on September 10, 2013, once again on Slumberland Records. The official full-length follow-up to last year’s year-end-list-thrashing debut, hot on the heels of two more blistering 7”s in the meantime.
Who are these Nobodies? Where is this Nowhere? The same crack-staff has been employed: Phil Benson (bass, vocals), Corey Cunningham (guitar, throat), and Nathan Sweatt (drums, confusion), recorded by they-damn-selfs in their “San Francisco practice space”, and again mixed by Monte Vallier (Weekend, Half Church). Hey, Parrothead: changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right? Right! Which is why the Malts tropes you’ve come to know and love haven’t gone anywhere: anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating, and probably some sensitivity or something. It’s all right in front of your earballs!
White Fang
Four freebirds high on life/doing the things we wanna do/we'll get as high as we fucking please/fuck it.
WE'RE HELPING OUR PALS AT THE BURGER BOOGALOO OUT BY LETTING EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS AMAZING EVENT IN OAKLAND. IT IS NOT HAPPENING AT RICKSHAW STOP! GO TO MOSSWOOD PARK IN OAKLAND!
----
Thee Oh Sees
It's never a dull moment watching Oh Sees frontman, John Dwyer wildly wield a swordlike steel guitar with maniacal brilliance! On Saturday July 5th Thee Oh Sees return to the Bay Area for the first time since 2013, to prove to San Franciscan's that the real party is in Oakland!
OFF!
Keith, Dimitri, Steve and Mario are searingly loud, frantically paced, and best taken in a single 23-minute dose! OFF is a sonic cinder block, a clenched fist raised in the face of rock and roll refinement. If you had any questions about the state of punk in 2014, this is your answer.
MILK N' COOKIES
Milk 'N' Cookies from New York were active during the 1970's and have now achieved considerable cult status for contributions in the area where pop, glam, and proto-punk overlap. They re-united to play Radio Heartbeat in NY in 2005, but haven't made a West Coast appearance since 1978!
Reigning Sound
Reigning Sound's Greg Cartwright might posses songwriting talents equal to those of masters like Jagger & Richards. Memphis drenched rock albums like "Time Bomb High School" and "Too Much Guitar" could be modern day masterpieces likened to "Exile" and "Sticky Fingers".
NOBUNNY
The often amorous, and occasionally frightening NOBUNNY (one word, all caps) has been captivating audiences of dedicated fans and new believers since Easter 2001 (the day Joey Ramone died). Born in the desert outside of Tucson AZ, Nobunny started as an animal Elvis impersonator before deciding to try out his hand at songwriting. The raucous rabbit's music is a intoxicating concoction of all the rights and wrongs that make up the heart and the soul of real rock n roll. Songs that sound as though they were written at the Brill building by a punk rock mutant back from the future. Some batshit brilliant bullshit.
The Bananas
Sometimes operating under the moniker DIY TIL EYE DIE, The Bananas are Sacramento, California's best and worst kept secret. This power trio consisting of Mike, Marie, and Scott Banana will always be the best band to rock any party on the face of the planet.
The Trashies
A white mold smear. A parking lot. Some crusty stuff. The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the waxen filth gyre of your inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place in your ham-fists a trash platter.
Terry Malts
Ever since Slumberland Records lost a bet and released 2012’s Killing Time, it seems that the bored drudges of this outhouse Earth have done nothing but follow that album title’s orders, a.k.a. harass me. (Lord knows the everyday “fan” of these “guys” has nothing better to do). Visitors, calls, letters. Look, I know I’m the only known liaison to the men behind the man, but that doesn’t mean I have the answer to the burning question on everyone’s melon: WHEN IS THE NEXT TERRY MALTS ALBUM COMING OUT?!
Oh, wait, actually I do know the answer to that one! Terry Malts’ brand-new platter, Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere, is being released on September 10, 2013, once again on Slumberland Records. The official full-length follow-up to last year’s year-end-list-thrashing debut, hot on the heels of two more blistering 7”s in the meantime.
Who are these Nobodies? Where is this Nowhere? The same crack-staff has been employed: Phil Benson (bass, vocals), Corey Cunningham (guitar, throat), and Nathan Sweatt (drums, confusion), recorded by they-damn-selfs in their “San Francisco practice space”, and again mixed by Monte Vallier (Weekend, Half Church). Hey, Parrothead: changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right? Right! Which is why the Malts tropes you’ve come to know and love haven’t gone anywhere: anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating, and probably some sensitivity or something. It’s all right in front of your earballs!
White Fang
Four freebirds high on life/doing the things we wanna do/we'll get as high as we fucking please/fuck it.
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Thee Oh Sees
It's never a dull moment watching Oh Sees frontman, John Dwyer wildly wield a swordlike steel guitar with maniacal brilliance! On Saturday July 5th Thee Oh Sees return to the Bay Area for the first time since 2013, to prove to San Franciscan's that the real party is in Oakland!
OFF!
Keith, Dimitri, Steve and Mario are searingly loud, frantically paced, and best taken in a single 23-minute dose! OFF is a sonic cinder block, a clenched fist raised in the face of rock and roll refinement. If you had any questions about the state of punk in 2014, this is your answer.
MILK N' COOKIES
Milk 'N' Cookies from New York were active during the 1970's and have now achieved considerable cult status for contributions in the area where pop, glam, and proto-punk overlap. They re-united to play Radio Heartbeat in NY in 2005, but haven't made a West Coast appearance since 1978!
Reigning Sound
Reigning Sound's Greg Cartwright might posses songwriting talents equal to those of masters like Jagger & Richards. Memphis drenched rock albums like "Time Bomb High School" and "Too Much Guitar" could be modern day masterpieces likened to "Exile" and "Sticky Fingers".
NOBUNNY
The often amorous, and occasionally frightening NOBUNNY (one word, all caps) has been captivating audiences of dedicated fans and new believers since Easter 2001 (the day Joey Ramone died). Born in the desert outside of Tucson AZ, Nobunny started as an animal Elvis impersonator before deciding to try out his hand at songwriting. The raucous rabbit's music is a intoxicating concoction of all the rights and wrongs that make up the heart and the soul of real rock n roll. Songs that sound as though they were written at the Brill building by a punk rock mutant back from the future. Some batshit brilliant bullshit.
The Bananas
Sometimes operating under the moniker DIY TIL EYE DIE, The Bananas are Sacramento, California's best and worst kept secret. This power trio consisting of Mike, Marie, and Scott Banana will always be the best band to rock any party on the face of the planet.
The Trashies
A white mold smear. A parking lot. Some crusty stuff. The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the waxen filth gyre of your inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place in your ham-fists a trash platter.
Terry Malts
Ever since Slumberland Records lost a bet and released 2012’s Killing Time, it seems that the bored drudges of this outhouse Earth have done nothing but follow that album title’s orders, a.k.a. harass me. (Lord knows the everyday “fan” of these “guys” has nothing better to do). Visitors, calls, letters. Look, I know I’m the only known liaison to the men behind the man, but that doesn’t mean I have the answer to the burning question on everyone’s melon: WHEN IS THE NEXT TERRY MALTS ALBUM COMING OUT?!
Oh, wait, actually I do know the answer to that one! Terry Malts’ brand-new platter, Nobody Realizes This Is Nowhere, is being released on September 10, 2013, once again on Slumberland Records. The official full-length follow-up to last year’s year-end-list-thrashing debut, hot on the heels of two more blistering 7”s in the meantime.
Who are these Nobodies? Where is this Nowhere? The same crack-staff has been employed: Phil Benson (bass, vocals), Corey Cunningham (guitar, throat), and Nathan Sweatt (drums, confusion), recorded by they-damn-selfs in their “San Francisco practice space”, and again mixed by Monte Vallier (Weekend, Half Church). Hey, Parrothead: changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, right? Right! Which is why the Malts tropes you’ve come to know and love haven’t gone anywhere: anger, hatred, exhaustion, delusion, seclusion, consumption, life, death, breathing, eating, and probably some sensitivity or something. It’s all right in front of your earballs!
White Fang
Four freebirds high on life/doing the things we wanna do/we'll get as high as we fucking please/fuck it.
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