Man. Is it just me, or have we really been hitting a string of bad-ass weekends for shows lately? I can tell I've been watching too much Deadliest Catch, 'cause the analogy that keeps popping into my head is of H-town sitting on a big biomass of, uh, good bands and consistently hauling in a ton of keepers. (Sad, I know. Cable TV, I both love you and curse you for keeping me up all hours watching this crap...)

Anyway, however you want to describe it, tonight's a goldmine of good stuff to check out. Pick yer poison:

Sad Like Crazy/Rossi Mission @ Rudyard's
I've waxed eloquent here about the Sad Like Crazy crew before (ex-Trompedo, ex-Celindine, ex-Linoleum Experiment, ex-All Transistor, etc., Thane's currently also in the very cool Judas Bear), but hell, it's worth doing more than once. Despite a lengthy hiatus, these expat Houstonians (now Austinites) haven't lost a step; they still crank out some of the coolest, most interesting indie-rock to ever come out of this city. Fans of Pavement, Silkworm, Archers of Loaf, or a host of other '90s-era indie bands will really, truly dig it, I swear. They're so good I'm halfway tempted to ditch the fam (in town for the midget's first-ever ballet performance down at Stafford Centre) and head to Rudz for a late night of laid-back, damn-I-wish-I-was-a-drinker rock.

AWAKE/The Gold Sounds/The McKenzies @ The Backroom (The Mink)
And here's Candidate #2 for my hypothetical nighttime escape plan (which, sadly, probably won't amount to much...). I've caught AWAKE twice now and have been very, very impressed/intrigued by the heavy, dirge-y postcore thing they do, and The Gold Sounds, Pasadena's finest, play some extremely fine garage-y rock -- seriously, their EP was one of the best local releases I heard last year. Plus, I've heard good things about The McKenzies from very reliable sources (like Ramon @ the Free Press), so they're bound to be worth checking out, too.

A Night of Underground Sounds, featuring Pistolera, Machina, Out of Reach, & Pistoleros de Texas @ Talento Bilingue de Houston (333 S. Jensen)
Dunno much about this one other than Spanish-language New Wave/folklorico band Pistolera's playing, and they sound pretty cool, if a bit oddball...

Runners-Up:

• Patrice Pike/Skyblue72/Liviya Compean @ Warehouse Live
• Zike/Vatos Locos/Death From Afar/Fireborn Disciple/Southern Embers @ The Engine Room
• Jamail Skatepark Pre-Party, featuring McRad, Frontside Five, Bark Hard, & The Party Downers @ Walter's on Washington
• Gauge/Nosaprise/DJ Whitey/Mr. Castillo/Tha' BBC/Fresh Kid Ihsan @ Avant Garden
• Cop Warmth/BLACKIE/Giant Princess/Caprolites @ Patterson Place (Pasadena Blvd. & Strawberry; Pasadena)

Get on out there; I'm gonna try to convince my little brother he really, really wants to experience the H-town scene...

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[UPDATE: Anybody know how to convert all my blog posts over to WordPress? I posted this damn thing last evening, and yet, when I got back online this AM, lo and behold, it still wasn't up there. Fuck. Sorry, y'all...]

Update time, update time -- if you happen to glance at our happy little homepage, you will notice (hopefully) three things: A). it, uh, looks differnt; B). hey, new reviews!; C). holy shit, an actual interview!

So, in order: A). Yes, it does. While trying to think of ways to make my life easier when deciding what review/feature to put up where & when, I decided to split the dang thing up into two columns and widen the whole shebang. If it now sails off the right side of your screen, my apologies, but my Sanity required it of me. I dunno, btw, how well it'll look on all browsers -- if you've got an older browser, you may only see the one column and have to scroll way down to get to the features. Time to upgrade, yo!

B). Double yes! New reviews, and many, many of them, including cool stuff by The Sword, Wild Sweet Orange, Band of Annuals (more on two out of those three in a sec), The Old Haunts, Normal Love, Fuck Buttons, & more. Enjoy them here. (Caveat!: some reviews may or may not be negative and/or cause bad feelings. Read at your own risk.) Oh, and we've also got some very cool reviews of live shows by Radiohead & Citay -- the former's from May, but the latter's from back in March, 'cause we're still trying to catch up. Look for more show reviews soon.

C). Yes, yet again! I was able to chat a bit with Tim Guerinot of legendary and now resurrected Houston punk rockers the Latch Key Kids, and I think the interview came out quite nice. Check it out here. I'm afraid we missed their show up in Austin last weekend, but hopefully there're more shows to come -- we'll try to keep you better informed on that front.

Now, naturally, that's not all -- two of our reviewed bands of the day also happen to be playing this very evening, as does another quite-worthy crew of locals. You've got your choice tonight:

1. You can head to Rudyard's to catch full-on sword-and-sorcery-lovin' metalheads The Sword, who're laying down the stoner/thrash jams alongside Torche (who I've heard are good) and Stinking Lizaveta (whose name irks me, for some reason). Haven't seen The Sword live, sadly, but Gods of the Earth is a fine, fine album, especially when listened to while reading old-ass pulp fantasy novels.

2. You can hit Boondocks and alternately drown your sorrows or smile cheerily with the oddly-matched pair of Band of Annuals and Houston's own Program -- I love both bands, don't get me wrong, but melancholy, gentle country and all-out pop/rock? Eh; either way, the bands themselves are excellent. Band of Annuals' Let Me Live has itself been living in my car stereo for the past several days and makes me want to take up drinking in a big way.

3. You can venture over to Mojo Risin', which I think is the cool little coffeeshop right next to the also-cool eatery Spaghetti Western, up in the Heights, and see/experience the swaying, dreampop-y indie-rock of husband and wife team Lenny Briscoe (who are both extremely nice folks, to boot), plus delicately strange folkster Like Yeah. Jerry Orbach would be damn proud.

There's your mission for the evening. Go to it. In the meantime, here's the full pile of new stuff:

Interviews: Latch Key Kids

Live Reviews: Radiohead; Citay

Reviews: Band of Annuals; The Sword; Wild Sweet Orange; Fuck Buttons; The Old Haunts; The Dagger Brothers; The Grand Archives; Normal Love; & The The Pleasures of Merely Circulating.

Stop back in & see us soon, eh?

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Okay, so now that I'm gonna have to enter Witness Protection or hope that the guys in the band alluded to repeatedly here are very forgiving, I feel the need for something entertaining. Serious discussion is great & all (and I think this thread is probably gonna go down in history as the longest this e-zine ever sees), but dammit, I think we all need to crack a smile or laugh or something. (Although I strongly suspect ADR is already laughing...)

So, courtesy of pal Anish, I give you pint-sized Argentinian heroes Gauchos de Acero:

I never knew "Eleanor Rigby" would sound so cool done a la punkish metal. Now for the kicker, which would be really lame if these kids didn't kick ass -- and yes, when I see the kids' niece come in and start doing her thing, I get eerie visions of my daughter's none-too-distant future:

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Fuck. It happens once or twice a year, these days, but it never gets a whole lot easier -- I guess I should be glad we're not Pitchfork, 'cause I'd imagine they get a shitload of hate mail, given their prominence & the volume of stuff they review. We here at SCR recently slammed a CD sent to us by a local band (not gonna name any names), and, well, it was pretty harsh. But I like the writer's style, and I thought he at least did a good job with the smackdown, so I let it run as-is.

Not even a day later, I got a bitterly angry, all-caps email from the band whose CD it was, somewhat understandably pissed at the negative review. And me being the relatively sensitive soul that I at least like to think I am, I got all second-guess-y and apologetic, kicking myself for not revising the review to make it lighter, kicking myself for running the damn thing at all, the whole deal.

I emailed the band back to apologize, in part, but also to say, "hey, this is how it goes, y'know?" Because as somebody who was once in a band, I know it sucks to get a bad review, but I also know it's not the end of the world (it wasn't for us, anyway). I told the band guy that I actually liked what I heard of the disc (which is true), but I can't review everything, and my pile of to-be-reviewed stuff is miles high, etc., etc., etc. The whole time I'm thinking to myself, "why in the hell did I even publish that review?"

We've held back reviews of local Houston-area bands before. That probably sounds cheesy, but yeah, we've done it. Back when I started this thing, I figured hey, Houston bands have it hard enough without me sucker-punching 'em, right? So we went by sort of a "Mom's rule" when it came to local bands: if you can't say anything nice, well...

Over time, though, that came to make less and less sense. We'd get in CDs by local bands and avoid reviewing 'em because we just plain didn't like the music, and so the CD would sit and sit and sit and get stale and old. It was a waste. And then there were the bands themselves. How do you tell somebody that's emailing you four times a week that you just don't care for what they sent, so you're not going to bother with it at all? Most of the time, we just wouldn't respond, and as somebody who's been on the receiving end of that myself, I can tell you that that sucks in itself.

Beyond that, we've had bands tell us we need to write negative reviews of local releases, that we shouldn't be afraid of it. We've gotten criticized ourselves for being too soft, too friendly-to-everybody, believe it or not. And I get that, especially these days, but that's getting ahead of the story a bit.

At any rate, the slighted band responded to my first apology email and said they wanted to get some good press but can't even use their very first review (ours) because it rips the disc apart. They went on to say that if that was how we treated "a hard working hometown houston band," then they wouldn't support our little site any longer and would warn off all the other bands that they're friends with. And yep, it sent me back into self-recriminating spirals of shame and regret, wishing again in my non-confrontational way that I'd never put the damn review up on the site.

As I thought more about it, though, my thinking shifted a bit. Should we be soft-pedaling on a band, just because they're local? What the hell good would that do? I can't speak for everybody, but if I read a magazine/blog/etc. that gave a blatant pass to every act from their hometown, I doubt I'd waste my time after the initial read. There'd be no fucking point. Why?

Because it's not honest. Music criticism only works when it's critical -- and that doesn't mean totally blasting every band we run across, no, but that it requires serious thought and a commitment to being truthful about what you like and dislike about something. Giving a pass to somebody just because they're part of the same scene you happen to be a part of is bullshit, and it's fake, and it does nobody any good except Band X, who gets a shiny-happy blurb for their press kit that is fake-fake-fake. And what good is that, really? Did they learn anything from the review, beyond that the writer's afraid of stepping on anybody's toes? Nope.

Negative reviews, even the brutal kind -- and yes, I've received plenty -- can be a lot more of a boost than positive ones, if taken in the right way. When I've been smacked down, it just made me even more determined to do what I was gonna do anyway, and fuck what The Man thinks. Anger can be a beautiful thing. When you get slammed by some writer, you have to learn to take it in stride, absorb it, and use it as a motivator. Anybody who gets a review, especially from us (and I'll get to that), and burns their guitar and swears never to write music again probably shouldn't have been doing it in the first place. The world isn't made for people that fragile, folks.

Plus, what happens to some reader -- who, frankly, are the audience and as such should be the most important people in this whole discussion, at least from my point of view -- who reads my lame-ass "give it to 'em 'cause they're local!" bullshit review, buys the CD, and realizes that it's awful? Not only will they blame me and the e-zine for leading 'em down the wrong road, but they'll have blown their money on something crappy when they could've bought, say, the Something Fierce CD. Think they're going to believe me the next time I tell them that Deathbed Repentance disc is really, really excellent? Nuh-uh -- I love, the reader loses, and any band I write about loses, too.

Which brings me to the other half of the equation. Saying, "oh, I'm not that keen on this, but since they're from Houston, they rock!," that does a disservice to all the bands we've reviewed that we have liked, both recently and in long-past Space City Rock history. I now get why band people have prodded us about not giving negative reviews in the past to fellow locals -- Good Band Y has worked their asses off as much as Crappy Band X, put out something infinitely better, and then gets basically the same amount of recognition from our site? Wow, how worthwhile...

I should point out, by the way, something I mentioned to the slighted band at the heart of this whole debacle: I have yet to meet a Houston band that doesn't work their asses off. Setting yourself up as a "hard-working band" doesn't really give you any kind of clout, in that respect, because not only does it not really matter when everybody gives their music everything they've got, but it also makes it sound like other bands don't work as hard. Which, obviously, is bunk.

So screw the "Mom's rule." All it does is create a false atmosphere of happy-feelgood-ness that's not useful to anybody -- us, the bands, or the readers. What put the final nail in the coffin, for me, was when I realized, halfway through writing my response to the band we collectively pimp-slapped, that I wouldn't even be writing it if they weren't from here. Seriously -- I don't bend over backwards justifying myself and my e-zine when some band from Dallas or NYC takes umbrage at a review we've published. The only reason I even answered this guy's emails was because, hey, he and his band are here in Houston and not in Seattle.

And that's not the way this should work. Part of the reason this site got started was to level the playing field for Houston bands, to put deserving, good bands from H-town on the same plane as good (and probably better-publicized) bands from places like Austin, Portland, SF, and NYC. If we're serious about getting some much-needed respect for Houston music, we have to treat it fairly and write about it critically, the same way we would the latest Sub Pop release or latest Canadian indie-import band.

Not that we take ourselves über-seriously or anything, mind you. Part of what always boggles my mind when I get mail like this is, well, that they seem to think we here at SCR are that big of a deal. Don't get me wrong -- I'm immensely proud of this site and everybody who writes and/or supports it. It's just that, all things considered, we ain't Pitchfork. Heck, we're not even Stereogum. We've got no pretensions of being the be-all and end-all of things musical, in Houston or anywhere. We're just a bunch of people who write reviews of stuff and upload 'em to a site, in the hopes that people will maybe read 'em & learn something they didn't know about music. Period.

So if you send us your CD and we hate it, trust me when I tell you that it's not the end of the musical world as you know it. There is a wide, wide world of sites, magazines, blogs, e-zines, and whatnot out there that do things kinda like we do. Get out there and hit them up, too -- not to slight our efforts here, but a negative review from us means a lot less than a positive review from either of the sites mentioned above. Hell, there're a ton of local outlets these days, too: Houston Calling does reviews sometimes; The Skyline Network only reviews local stuff; Free Press Houston reviews a bunch of stuff, local and otherwise; the Houston Press covers it all; the Chronic has some fine, dedicated local-music folks; the list goes on and on. If we don't like you, all is not lost, even within the confines of Harris County.

For the final bit from our slighted band, about how he (and the rest of the band, presumably) is no longer going to support Space City Rock, well, that's just how it goes, and we'll deal with it. I get why somebody we hand a thumbs-down to wouldn't want to read the site anymore; seriously, I do. He also said he'd be warning off friends who were in bands, and hey, that's thoroughly understandable, too.

In fact, maybe that's a good thing, both for the bands and for us. We get a ridiculous number of CDs to review, and a fair chunk of those are local. In spite of that local representation, though, we don't ever promise to give somebody a good review, local band or not; that's just not something we've ever, ever, ever done. I don't even promise folks who are close personal friends that we'll praise their CD to the skies, because y'know what? It might not be our writer's -- whoever gets the thing to review, that is -- cup of tea. We don't all always agree, not by a long shot.

And while we'd certainly love to have every band in town support us and tell all their buddies about us, we definitely don't want that support if it means we have to lie to ourselves and the world at large about somebody's music. If that's what it takes to get a band's support, then thanks, but we'll pass. We'd rather get that support honestly by doing what we do than whore ourselves any way we can to make people like us.

So, just to clear up any further problems, this is the way this thing works: if you are in a band and want us to review your CD, send it in and we will give you our honest opinion of it, good or bad. If we like it, we will say so, probably effusively. If we don't like it, we will most likely say that, too. We do try not to be assholes, but dammit, music is passionate stuff, and if we feel a certain way about something, we feel pretty much obligated to translate that feeling into words. Even if it hurts. If you don't want to read us ripping your hard work to pieces, do NOT send it to us. Seriously, don't do it.

'Cause it's a definite possibility, even if we like you as a person, respect your band, love what you do for The Scene, yadda, yadda. This is about the music, and that's it. If it flies, it flies; if it doesn't, it doesn't. That's what music criticism's about, really -- the take of one person or group of persons on somebody else's hard-fought attempt at art. And if you think that's a waste of time, hey, that's up to you. We think it's important and worthwhile and necessary to talk about these things. It's easy to sneer at music reviewers and deride what they do as meaningless, but like it or not, that's how human beings find out about things that are good or bad, from other people.

Okay, I'm gonna sign off now before I get really incoherent. Anybody who reads this & has an opinion, feel free to chime in.

Labels: Admin Stuff, Musical Crap, Random Rambling

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Spent most of the day either having an impromptu pool party with The Munchkin or driving to & from the in-laws' house, but I managed to make a relatively quick stop at the Zine Fest Houston up at The Shady Tavern (still going on, actually, so stop on byi; check the details here). And while it wasn't packed to the gills, it was relatively well-attended, at least better than the one Secret Saturday Show I'd been to. A random scattering of hipster/scenester folks, some more on the punkish side of the spectrum, plus a heavy dose of Super Happy Fun Land-esque H-town hippies, all happily browsing zines and chatting out in the heavy midafternoon heat.

Picked up a few things, including an awesome issue of Cometbus I'd never seen before -- I've gone a few treasured issues packed away in a box somewhere -- and a cheery old-school photocopier-and-paste zine called Houston Punk, the writer/publisher of which told me, "It's mostly words; I tried to make them smart ones." As good a sales pitch as any I've heard, y'all... Bought a nicely-done zine called Giant Steps from Teenage Kicks frontman Kirke, as well -- he had a bunch for sale, but this one looks like he published himself back in 2006. Another kinda old-school zine, but with a design style that reminds me happily of Russell Etchen's old Cool Beans Press stuff, from back before he transmuted his love of comics and art and whatever else into Domy.

Also stopped at a table manned by a couple of guys from Film Monitor, a cool publication that reviews underappreciated/under-reviewed films (I think both currently in theaters & on DVD). They put out issue #1 back in Feb., apparently, and are working on June now -- good writing, I have to say, and I agree with what I've read about some of the movies they've reviewed (the ones I've seen, anyway). The zine's small, small, small, about the size of a "standard" zine but all printed on one big piece of paper & folded in quarters, but hey, it works. I look forward to more...

As I was meandering around, somebody got up on the stage outside the Tavern and started to tune up, and when I looked, it turned out to be none other than 30footFALL frontman and Texas expat (I think he goes to school in Virginia, these days?) Butch. He played a sweet acoustic set, sounding for all the world like a rough-voiced Damien Jurado, and split the songs between his own originals (both w/30foot and not, I think) and well-loved covers.

I didn't catch the whole thing, but I really dug 'em all, the 30foot songs I recognized reimagined as Pete Seeger-style acoustic ballads (esp. "Fuck Y'all We're From Texas"), the new songs (well, "Jesus, Elvis, and Richard Petty" was new to me, anyway), and the covers, all three. The highlight of latter category for me was Jawbreaker's "Kiss The Bottle," which made me drive home listening to every Jawbreaker album I own on the iPod.

I had to leave too damn soon, unfortunately, but next time I'm going to forcibly drag everybody I know, I swear...

Labels: Arty Shit, H-Town News, Live Reviews, Things To Read

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Late notice, I know, and I think both shows are already going on...argh. Anyway, if you're at a loss for something to do this evening, you've got at least two charitable-type choices amongst the pile of very cool things to check out:

A Benefit for Alex Arizpe @ The Meridian
This one was somewhat of a stunner to me -- I hadn't heard much about seminal emo/pop-punk guys The Tie That Binds in years now, and then out of the blue I got word that founding member (back when the band was known as Badger) and drummer Alex Arizpe has cancer. He lives in L.A. these days, apparently, but his Texas friends from The Old Days have banded together to help him out with the insane pile of medical bills that come with fighting an often-terminal disease.

So, as of right now (think it started at 6:30PM), 30footFALL, Spain Colored Orange, The Tie That Binds (minus Alex, I'm assuming?), Angleton's Pretty Boys, Austinites LJ All Stars, & Molotov Compromise are rocking their too-punk-for-words hearts out over at The Meridian. It's $10, and while that may seem a little steep for a local show, hey, it's for the best of all possible reasons: to help somebody who's given a lot to the Houston scene. And besides, it's 30footFALL, so it'll be worth it even if you're a heartless bastard...

End Hunger/Free Press Food Drive @ Numbers
This one's sponsored by the ever-cool Free Press Houston people (who I swear I'm gonna actually meet in person one of these damn days), and it's a benefit for a heck of a good cause, the End Hunger Network. There're a bunch of excellent bands playing: American Sharks; The McKenzies; The Wild Moccasins; News on the March; Audio in the Pregap (gonna listen to the songs soon, Jonathan, honest!); & Cave Reverend. There's an $8 cover, but you're also encouraged to bring as many canned goods (the non-perishable kind, assuming there's a perishable kind of canned good) as you possibly can to help those less fortunate.

There seems to be a do-for-yourself-and-screw-the-rest vibe going on w/this country at the moment, what with the economy tanking and gas prices going sky-high -- don't fall victim to it, folks. If you're reading this (especially if you, like me, happen to be sitting in an actual house and surfing with a used-but-expensive laptop, having eaten a very filling dinner beforehand), odds are you're luckier than some. Be grateful for it.

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Got this one courtesy of the good people at Nasty Little Man, and I find myself liking the song & wanting to hear it repeatedly, so I figured it was only just to post it to this here site. Sounds to me like "Chemtrails" is Beck finally making the full transformation from alt-rock hero into '60s psych-rock icon -- if this sounds like anything recent, it's Spiritualized, albeit with more jazzy drums. I love the wild, live-wire-sounding guitars after the false fadeout, in particular; they come off like some long-lost gem from the vault of sadly-departed Robert Quine. Stuff like this almost makes me forget Beck's a Scientologist. Enjoy...

Labels: Entertainobabble, Free Stuff, Musical Crap, Things To Download, Things To Hear

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[UPDATE: Whoops...I just realized I neglected to mention that the show's also being put on by the I Heart U crew. Sorry about that, y'all...]

Holy shit. Barring a surprise Houston stop by The Weakerthans or (less realistically) the ghost of Joe Strummer appearing in my living room to sing "Spanish Bombs," I honestly didn't think I'd get this excited about a show, but damn, there it is: Andrew W.K. will be playing at the Keene St. Warehouse Party (at 1620 Keene St.) on July 5th.

Yeah, I know -- I was pretty underwhelmed by The Wolf, too (although now I feel like I need to pull it out again & give it a re-listen), but I Get Wet, for my money, is the only true-blue mashup of Big Dumb Rock with Big Dumb Techno that I've ever heard that works. "Party Hard," "Girls Own Love," "I Get Wet," "She Is Beautiful"...they're dancefloor anthems in the awesome rock club that unfortunately exists only in my head. It helps, as well, that the guy's either a genius gone awry or a total whackjob, depending on which interview you read; he's serious about this, one way or another.

And then, of course, there's "You Will Remember Tonight," off the Masters of Horror soundtrack, which is like the theme to a prom night in some Buffy the Vampire Slayer spinoff where all the partygoers are set to transform into hideously otherworldly beings at the stroke of midnight. Maybe I'm reading too much into the song because of the album it's on, but I just can't get past it -- there's the outwardly positive-sounding message, sure, but W.K.'s voice somehow lends it an aura of menace, promising that you'll remember the night for the rest of your life because it's a night when you're going to change somehow. And oh, yeah -- it's a fucking incredible, pump-your-fist-and-roar anthem of a song. Click here to download & check it out...

If you're not swayed by the fanboy blathering above, however, have no fear, 'cause this is still going to be a badass show, even if you're not particularly partial to the musical stylings of Mr. W.K. The whole deal's a launch party for organizer/local impresario Jacob Calle's clothing line Golden Ghost Collection, and while I dunno much about that, I do know that there's supposedly going to be free beer, free clothing, free pizza, free ice cream, free movie passes, and free Sparks (whatever the hell that is; I'm assuming not the '70s band). Jacob assures that it will be quite a party, and going by the reports I heard about his We Are The Hollow Men extravaganza, I have a feeling he's not full of shit.

Best of all, Jacob's assembled a fine, fine crew of other bands to play the show (prior to Andrew W.K., I'd imagine), including great locals Bring Back the Guns, The Riff Tiffs, Papermoons, The Watermarks, American Sharks, Welfare Mothers, O Pioneers!!!, B., Lisa's Sons, & BLACKIE, out-of-towners (I think?) like The Octopus Project (whom I love), Winning (mem. of Red Light Sting), & Andy Dixon (also in Winning, plus ex-Secret Mommy, and no, I've got no idea what that is/was), and local DJs Shoe & Damon Allen.

The party starts around 1PM and is scheduled to cruise/crash/slam along 'til 4AM the next day, which, sad to say, is waaaaaay too late for my old ass. Tickets are $12 in advance and $15 the day of, and Jacob assures that yes, despite the Keene St. warehouse blowing up a couple of days after (and perhaps because of, hmm?) We Are The Hollow Men, it is up and running and ready to become the vessel of Rock that it's going to have to be. Put it on your calendar, people...

Labels: Musical Crap, Pseudo-Reviews, Public Service Announcements, Things To Do, Things To Download

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Been meaning to mention this for a little while now -- with the "on hiatus" nature of things over at Super Not-So-Happy Fun Land, I was really, really worried that the Zine Fest Houston extravaganza was going to get cancelled or postponed indefinitely.

Which would suck, frankly, because zines -- not the digital kind like this one, mind you, although I am somewhat fond of it, but real-live paper ones (as, in fact, this e-zine used to be) -- are totally fascinating to me. I started picking 'em up everywhere I could find 'em while still a wee student, devouring 'em as fast as I could, amazed that those brave, crazy kids could put something out there into the world like that, warts and all. Most were intensely personal, many were intensely obscure, some were out-and-out hysterical, and with a few exceptions, they were almost all entertaining as hell.

When this site first came about, one of the first things I did w/it was start writing up little reviews of all the local zines I came across, lovingly scanning the covers in on the Day Job scanner (didn't have my own, at the time) and slapping 'em up online -- due to time constraints and a heavy dose of nostalgia, some of 'em are still up here for all to see/read. I hit the zine racks at SoundEx, Soundwaves, and Cactus constantly, always looking for a new one I hadn't seen yet. After a while, people were even sending me their zines to check out. It was a blast.

And looking back, I'm not sure this site or e-zine would even have ever existed without me flipping through all those Xeroxed, scissored, & stapled pages. Along with a handful of big-name out-of-town magazines/zines, folks like I'm Not Afraid (who did very cool pieces on Jawbreaker, Celindine, & Spent, among others), Russell Etchen's Smack, The Toilet Papers, Ah Lost Taco, and music/surfing zine Red Flag (which was like my personal Holy Grail of Local Zinedom for many years, because I could never find a damn shred of info about the fucking thing, and I only ever got my hands on one issue) inspired the birth of the long-lived-yet-relatively-sparse print run of the Space City Rock paper zine.

Then, as the '90s ended, I had to sadly watch as the DIY Wave seemed to crest and crash and leave not a whole lot standing but, well, the Internet. Which is cool and all, but I still miss the days when I could pick up a new issue of Dance Party or Out of Order at SoundEx and marvel at Russell's awesome artwork or wonder how in the hell I could ever get some of the records talked about in the other zines. It felt like the end of an era.

Don't get me wrong; e-zines are great, and I enjoy doing this one (most of the time). It's not the same, though, as holding that little stapled-together thing in your hands and feeling how much actual work went into producing the one copy you yourself got. Printing or copying and distributing something is a whole other ballgame, let me tell you. So, given that, I'm very, very heartened to see zine-making alive and well, and like I said, I was horrified to realize that with SHFL being shut down, the Zine Fest might be toast, too.

Thankfully, that didn't happen, and the resourceful Zine Fest folks have found a new home, at least temporarily. They'll be doing their thing this coming Saturday, May 24th, as part of the always-entertaining Secret Saturday Show deal up in the Heights at The Shady Tavern (1206 W. 20th). The insanity starts at 12PM with DJs & such, continues with a handful(?) of super-duper-secret bands playing in the Tavern's open-air space (which looks oddly like my garage, only cleaner), and continues on into the night, finally winding up at 9PM(!).

From 6-9PM, as well, they'll be staging an auction to benefit the beleaguered and aforementioned Super Happy Fun Land. Who, frankly, need all the help they can get, and who in turn we as Houston music/art lovers need to help keep The Scene alive. Oh, and there're door prizes, we're told. Gotta love door prizes...

In addition to the bands/DJs, of course, there's going to be a ton of zines, comix, art, books, and whatever else media-ish you can think of -- it is a Zine Fest, after all. And hey, you can participate, too, although you probably ought to get on it, since I dunno how much space they've got. Here're the details on that from organizer Shane:

Artists, zinesters, organizations, publishers and distros interested in setting up tables can contact "shane" at "zinefesthouston dot org" for more information. Table space is free. Bring your own table.

Zine Fest Houston (formerly known as The Houston Comix and Zine Festival) is an event dedicated to promoting zines, independent/ small press comics, minicomics, and other forms of self-publishing and independent, alternative, underground and diy media & art.

It is also a grassroots attempt to build the local zine, self-publishing and comics scenes and form networks with comics and zine creators in other areas.

Admission is free and free table space is available for zinesters, cartoonists, writers, artists, publishers and distros.

The festival is a new and different experience every time, offering a new crop of zines and comics every year (including many never before seen anywhere else) and other unique sights (such as a live chicken manning one of the exhibitor tables during our first festival).

The goal of the event is for attendees to not only discover new zines, but also to be inspired to create their own diy projects.

So, there you have it -- take advantage of the last gasp of Spring (hopefully?) and hang out under the shady trees whilst perusing handmade/printed/etc. writings and art, listening to cool music, and drinking cold beverages.

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Behind the curve, as always...damn you, New House/Day Job! I'd like to vow that if I ever win the lottery this here blog will be so kickass and up-to-the-millisecond current that it'll fry your hair just to look at it. Except that I know I'm inherently too lazy for that, and so -- hey, I bet they're re-running No Reservations on The Travel Channel right now...

Anyway, today is A Good Day, because you, I, and everybody else in the vicinity have the opportunity to partake in some genuinely good, honest-to-Bubba free stuff. Here's what you can grab hold of for exactly zero dollars:

Something Fierce's new, as-yet-unreleased EP, free!: Well, due to some bad luck on their label's part (nothing intentional, I'm told), the long-awaited Modern Girl 7"/EP by our very own Something Fierce still has yet to materialize. They'd put the title track up on their Myspace for all to hear & admire, but no vinyl has yet reached the shelves.

So, seeing that all us SF fans have been desperately longing for more full-on rawk in our lives, the SF crew decided to take matters into their own hands and self-release the whole EP in digital form on the brand-new (and also very cool) HoustonPunk.com site, all for free-free-free.

Now for the bad news: for some reason (which is possibly on my end, I should note), I can't yet download any of the damn EP tracks in their entirety. I get between 1/8th and halfway each time, then it craps out & leaves me with half a song on my hard drive. Argh. I only hope that this problem is because so many rabid Something Fierce fans are flooding the site that the server just handle all the requests or whatnot. Got my fingers crossed on that one, y'all.

Anyway, if you have problems like I have, keep at it -- thanks to Stephen Fierce, I've got a couple of the tracks (the title track and "Hey Houston") on CDR right here in front of me, and, to put it bluntly, they're bad-fucking-ass. "Modern Girl" still can't supplant "Teenage Ruins" as my all-time favorite SF song, but I'll be damned if it's not a close second.

Plus, while you're frantically downloading and MP3ing, be sure to check out the HoustonPunk.com site itself -- it was started up recently by Teenage Kicks guys John, Stewart, & Kirke, and so far it's looking nice. It's about damn time, really, that somebody did this; I'm no authority on punk stuff in this city, myself, and it seems like just about every other musical niche is well-represented on the World Wide Whatever. I can recall a handful of "Houston Punk" sites from back in the day, but they were all scrappy & scratchy & died early deaths. This one, I would wager, has staying power. Seriously, check it out.

Indian Jewelry @ SoundEx, gratis!: Yep, you might've noticed it on the calendar for a little while now -- local agitnoise experimenters (c'mon, how would you describe these folks in a couple of words?) Indian Jewelry are back in H-town tonight, finishing out their recent tour for new album Free Gold, playing for the sheer hell of it (and the hope that they might sell some records, understandably) over at Sound Exchange at 8PM.

While I haven't yet heard the album (apparently I'm not the only one, at least), I am fully in awe of every ear-destroying/crazily beautiful thing these people do, and you can have no doubt that whatever the heck happens at SoundEx tonight is going to be pretty cool.

Plus, shows up at SoundEx are always fun, in a cramped, hipster-ish kind of way. I think your Scenester Coolness Quotient is raised 34 points just by entering the building, actually... And hey: free. What more do you want?

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, for...free?: Alright, so this one's a bit strange. From David over at Houston Calling, apparently Black Rebel Motorcycle Club are playing an RSVP-only private show tonight at Warehouse Live. I don't know the details, really, beyond what's in David's post, but he says it looks legit. Dunno if they still have openings, but hey, you won't know 'til you try, right?

Labels: Free Stuff, H-Town News, Musical Crap, Public Service Announcements, Things To Do, Things To Download

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Moving is hard. That's the primary takeaway I've gotten from this whole ordeal: it's a gigantic pain in the ass, and not one I'm likely to undertake again anytime soon. Or, um, ever.

Since we're finally feeling somewhat settled-in at The New Place (which we like quite a bit, mind you, but still...), I figured I'd take a moment to reflect on the things I've realized, discovered, or fought past denial about. I'm gonna share 'em with you here, just in case you care and/or may be considering stepping onto The Path to Home Ownership yourself.

• We just have too much fucking shit.
• My father, who says things like, "hey, you could still use that!," in reference to an ancient hoe that's snapped in two, is part of the reason we have too much fucking shit.
• The Munchkin has far too many toys and stuffed animals. See #2.
• It only takes one teeny-tiny rock kicked up by the lawn guy's weedwhacker to destroy a whole French door the week you're due to close.
• Birds can build nests anywhere. Even inside brick walls.
• You really do need special drill bits to drill holes in bricks.
• Blu-ray DVDs are not yet something I need to give a shit about, particularly when upconverting Blu-ray players cost more than an iPhone.
• Sometimes, when you get your mail forwarded, the legal correspondence of random people from San Antonio gets forwarded on to you, too.
• Yelling at your father-in-law is a very stupid thing to do.
• They sell a variety of Courvoisier that costs twice the price of a standard bottle and is half the size. I hear it's good.
• Not everybody thinks about the existing phone jacks when re-doing drywall.
• Even a house where most of the "big" stuff is done still costs a pile of money to fix up.
• Big blue sparks coming from that breaker box in the garage are bad.
• Sewage flowing out of a pipe in your front yard is worse.
• Home warranties are nice, especially when they send people out on a Sunday.
• Just because there's a cable sticking out of a wall, that doesn't mean it works.
• There's really no reason for me to still have a couple hundred copies of The Freshmakers/Big Top split-7" sitting in a box in my back room.

There you go. Learn from my pain and avoid your own.

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Yeah, you read that title right -- tonight's another "damn, I wish I had a cloning machine..." night, with great, great things happening all over our (not-so-)fair city...

Option Uno: Tops on my list is tonight at Rudyard's, where Clevelanders mr. Gnome will be blowing the roof off, setting hair on fire, and creeping everybody out, all at once. Seriously; I've been listening to their full-length, Deliver This Creature, just about nonstop for the past three or four days, and it's really, really, amazingly, mind-blowingly good. Just put up a review of the album here this very afternoon, for those who're interested, but the short of it is that the music's this weird, woozy mash of ultra-heavy guitars that'll crush you like a sociopathic child crushes bugs with a rock just for fun and delicately eerie atmospherics that sound more like they could've drifted out of Tori Amos's dressing room than anything else. It's an odd mix, granted, but damn does it work. And singer/guitarist Nicole Barrile's voice is just over-the-top incredible, going from a Jana Hunter-esque growl to a Karen O howl in a heartbeat.

Anyway, check it out if you can; if I can get away from the casa tonight, this is most likely where I'm headed, "After the Sun" and "The Machine" still ringing in my head. They're playing with some darn good locals, too, Fired for Walking -- never seen 'em live, but I like the songs I've heard and have liked the members' past stuff. I dunno anything about Treehouse Project, sorry, but I've heard they live in a treehouse not far from Rudz, and that's got to count for something, right?

Option Dos: If mr. Gnome aren't your thing, or maybe you're not looking to get pummeled by sound tonight, well, The Mink is the place to be, friend. Awesomely cool folky guys Papermoons are headlining, along with the also-awesome roots-indie rockers Bright Men of Learning (and no, don't believe the Press -- Marshall is still solidly behind the wheel of the BMOL ship), out-of-towners Ninja Gun (who we reviewed here, I believe), and cool young'uns The Wild Moccasins, who're well worth a visit all by themselves. I dunno for Ninja Gun, but the other three will rock you in a laidback, quasi-folky/bluesy way that's just hard enough to make you smile. Which, really, is never bad.

Option Tres: And here's my third pick for the evening, Dizzypilot, Murdocks, The McKenzies, and All In Your Head up at Walter's. I'm not familiar w/The McKenzies or All In Your Head, I'm afraid, but I've been meaning to check out Dizzypilot for ages now (even have the damn CD sitting in my car...argh) and non-locals Murdocks are very cool, explosively catchy rock, kinda like a feral, less-polished Superdrag (review up , if you care).

So there you go. No need to feel sad that you got slighted & didn't get the invite to the Houston Press Music Awards nomination shindig going on tonight at (um, I think?) Warehouse Live -- heck, if you hit one of these shows, instead, you'll most likely be having a better time. Okay, maybe. You'll def. have to pay for your own drinks, though, so keep that in mind. Anyway, if it were me (and I am skipping out on the HPMA nomination party, although it's very kind of the Press folks to keep inviting me like they do; somebody there must like me or something...) and I could escape the house-fixing-up, I'd definitely roll my three-sided die and choose one of these shows, instead. Your roll.

Labels: H-Town News, Musical Crap, Pseudo-Reviews, Reviews, Things To Do

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...then you should be at one of these shows. No, really. Tonight's a biggie, enough to make me want to peel myself away from hanging new fans & putting together endless book and CD shelves to go check something out. Hell, just close your eyes and pick one:

Sat., May 10 - Pennywise/Strung Out/Authority Zero @ Warehouse Live (7PM)
Sat., May 10 - AWAKE/Golden Axe/The Jonx @ The Mink
Sat., May 10 - Paadzzi's 2nd Anniversary Party & Crawfish Boil, featuring Low Man's Joe, Alkari, & The Soarce @ Paadzzi's (3535 Bingle Rdd., Ste. G; 7PM, $10 BYOB/$15 without)
Sat., May 10 - Big E's Wedding Celebration, featuring The Luxurious Panthers, The Fabulous Harmonaires, & Pep Torres @ The Continental Club
Sat., May 10 - Orange Is In/Petesimple/Electric Touch @ Rudyard's
Sat., May 10 - The Flamin' Hellcats @ Walter's on Washington
Sat., May 10 - 12th Anniversary Party, featuring, um, somebody cool? @ Notsuoh
Sat., May 10 - D.R.U.M./Zwee @ Last Concert Cafe
Sat., May 10 - 19th Annual Conjunto Festival of Houston, featuring Las Cuatro Rosas, Flaco Garcia y Grupo Valiente, Grupo Fuerte, Jimmy Lee y Tentazion, & Juan Sifuentes, Jr. y Grupo Segundo @ Plaza Aztlan (5115 Harrisburg; 12-8PM, free)

Anybody who says there's no good music in Houston just isn't paying attention, y'all.

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(I know, I know; it was so easy, I just couldn't pass it up, sorry...) Tonight marks the last-ever show by H-town hardcore stalwarts Will to Live, who're "retiring" from the music thing to focus their energies elsewhere. They've had a long, long, long run, originally rising out of the ashes of early-'90s straightedge legends Refuse to Fall, I believe, and enduring to become pretty much the only hc band to survive the late-'90s scene-death here in town. Say what you will about Houston's hardcore scene; these guys have been the standard-bearers, most likely, since before you A). moved here or B). left high school.

The show tonight's at Fitzgerald's, naturally (where the fuck else would it be, right?), and will also feature Eyeagainst, Bitter End, Folsom, Die Young, Sudden Death, Indisgust, Flawless Victory, Full Contact, Hold My Own, & Uprising A.D. -- sorry for the lack of links, there, but seriously, tracking down all the Myspace pages would kill a full hour of my life on my slow-ass computer. The show's all-ages, costs $10, and, uh, doors open at 7PM, about 45 min. from when I'm typing this. Better get in the dang car now, yo.

Oh, and the show's being put on by the goodhearted crew at Hate Tank, who sent along this heartfelt little writeup by Danny Perez:

Marching in like a steel-armored train racing down the tracks of Houston, Will to Live came alive in 1998 with one mission in mind - to resurrect the spirit of Houston, Texas hardcore. They set to accomplish this feat by simply introducing the masses to a genuine blend of furious beats, terrifying guitars and boisterous vocals. At the time, the style was not common to a Houston scene that was being infected by the nu-metal sound but was well received by thashers, punkers, metal-heads and hardcore fans alike.

Their humble beginnings led the way to a more inspired effort that spread beyond the city limits of their hometown and into the scenes of towns all over the globe. Their brand of hardcore incorporated a non-gimmicky musical style of hardcore that combined the influences of the golden era of hardcore and metal with the power of today's heavy hitters such as Terror and Hatebreed.

Little did any of the members know that they would help put Houston on the map and create a vibrant scene that many could only dream about. The band's message of "tested and true" became the driving force for those willing to carry on the spirit of hardcore. In an era of poppy punk tunes and gothy rock, they were indeed a force to be reckoned with. And though the band was synonymous with Texas hardcore, Will to Live regularly shared the stage with bands of all kind. Their infectious musical style and positive attitude made them a fan favorite even for those that didn't dig the hardcore sound.

However, all good things must come to an end. After numerous tours and a handful of hard-hitting releases, the drive and passion that once carried Will to Live through thick and thin has slowed the train a bit. So as a collective, the members of Will to Live have decided to close with a final chapter. The band will close out in style as they join some of the bands that have played alongside them over the years. Will to Live will join Folsom, Eyeagainst, Die Young, and a hosts of other acts on Saturday, May 10 at the place where it all began Fitzgerald's.

So, there you go. Get on out & pay your respects.

Labels: H-Town News, Musical Crap, Public Service Announcements, Things To Do

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Well, I'm trying to wrap up work so I can run to the post office, but I just can't bring myself to bail w/o mentioning some of the extremely, extremely cool things going on tonight. This weekend initially looks pretty scary, when you look at it -- I mean, on Saturday we've got not only REO Speedwagon and Loverboy turning the Sam Houston Race Park into a dread vortex of Suckitude, but on the same damn day Up With People is also playing Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion up in The Woodlands. Plus, there've been some changes to shows lately, which is a little weird -- beyond the Cat Power thing (which has now been rescheduled for October 10th, if you were wondering), Hank Williams III also had to reschedule (no date yet, but apparently it may be in June). Hank III can't hold a candle, though, to two poor out-of-towner bands, Femme Fatality and Screaming Mechanical Brain, who appear to've had both their local shows this weekend cancelled because the respective venues shut down (at least temporarily). They were supposed to play at The Forum down in La Porte tomorrow and at Super Happy Fun Land on Sunday...neither of which is currently (as far as I know) open. Damn. Somebody out there in The Universe with some serious mojo must really not like one of those bands... Thankfully, The Universe is merciful, and it understands that such an imbalance of Craptacularness cannot stand. So it rights itself by happily handing us (people who live here in Houston, that is) some truly fine shows to even the scales. Here's what's on for tonight, Fri., May 9th:

DAM/Mohammad Al-Farra/DJ Rhythm/H.I.S.D./...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead @ Warehouse Live (11PM)
Wanted to mention this one first & foremost, because it sounds like a truly once-in-a-lifetime deal. The Houston Palestine Film Festival (bet you didn't know we had one of those, did you?) has partnered with the hard-working Matt Sonzala of HoustonSoReal to bring to town a trio(?) of honest-to-God Palestinian hip-hop folks, DAM, Mohammad Al-Farra from PR, and DJ Rhyme, plus local heroes H.I.S.D. and, um, Austin's ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead.

The hell? No offense to AYWKUBTTOD, but the last time I checked, the band was neither Palestinian nor hip-hop, so their inclusion here seems really weird. But hey, that's what the Warehouse Live Website says, so I'm gonna roll with that for now. Either way, I'd go just to check out the Palestinian DJs & MCs, because what I've heard of 'em so far has been very cool.

Art Car Parade Kick-Off, featuring Hearts of Animals, Young Mammals (aka The Dimes), Wicked Poseur, DJ Ceeplus, & PRKL8R @ The Orange Show (7PM)
Yeah, I know this is an unofficial kickoff show for the Art Car Parade, but what the hey -- it doesn't look like there's an official one (at least, not with any good bands playing that I know about), so this'll have to do. And with Hearts of Animals, Young Mammals/Dimes Mk. II, Wicked Poseur, Ceeplus, & PRKL8R, hell, we don't need an official one. This is gonna be an awesome show.

dUNETX/Ragged Hearts @ Rudyard's
Man...it seems like a long time since I've seen either of these folks, so seeing 'em together at Rudyard's is a very, very good thing. I'll admit that I've been up-and-down on dUNETX over the band's long-ass life, but I've gotta admire their staying power -- seriously, are there any bands in town who still gig regularly who're that old, other than maybe The Hates? Beyond them, Ragged Hearts are extremely cool, in a Social Distortion punk-gone-country kind of way. Should be a good one.

Future Blondes/DJ Cub/Dead Roses @ River Oaks Theatre (midnight)
Yep, mentioned this briefly late-late-late last night, but here it is again -- late, I know, but dammit, you're all adults, right?

Rainchild/Weston Brown/71 Stars/Blackwood Company @ Warehouse Live (7PM)
I dunno much about most of these bands, but I've chatted a bit with the Blackwood Company folks, and they're extremely nice, and fairly talented, to boot. Never seen them live, unfortunately, but I like what I've heard of 'em so far.

Alright, so there it is -- now off you go. And off I go to pick up my mail before Mr. Postman throws it away...

Labels: H-Town News, Musical Crap, Public Service Announcements, Things To Do

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Okay, so y'all all know about the Secret Saturday Shows deal by now, and some have even been; I was fortunate enough to finally be able to drag my little girl out to The Shady Tavern for a surprise performance by Judas Bear a few weekends back, despite the moving insanity, and we both had a great time. (Thanks to the very kind lady who kept feeding my kid cheese puffs -- despite her continually plucking and chewing on blades of grass, I swear to God we do feed her. She was just in a bovine mood, apparently...)

Anyway, if you (like me) yearn for the days when regular, weekly-type shows happened all the dang time, well, you're in luck. First off, the ever-wonderful River Oaks Theatre is starting late-night local shows once a month on the Friday night before the monthly Rocky Horror showing. I hear the shows will be free, and they'll start around midnight(!) and run 'til 3AM or so. 'Cause, y'know, it's not a school night & you can wake up late the next day, right?

This sounds like a cool deal, and the first round of bands they've got slated is promising -- tomorrow night, Fri., May 9th, the first-ever installment of this thing will feature Future Blondes & Dead Roses, w/DJ Cub spinning before & in-between. And hey, you can't go wrong with good people like that...

Sadly, I kinda blew it on the other new "regular" show, the first of which was tonight & sounded very cool, as well. Damn... Those resourceful kids over at the Free Press Houston have started up something they're calling Recession Thursdays, which is basically a bunch of cool bands (all locals so far, I think) playing every Thursday night starting at 8PM for a measly $5.

I'm bummed at missing tonight's show, because I've been meaning to catch Cop Warmth for ages, love Rusted Shut with all the nostalgia my little heart can hold, and have heard good things about Midnight Pilots & Nosaprise. Sadly, I had yet to start wading through my email by the time the festivities kicked off, so I ended up, um, making brownies this evening, instead. (And this is without even my wife's prompting, mind you. Yes, folks, I'm that domesticated...) Anybody know how the show went?

The next set of bands plays Numbers Thurs. (duh), May 15th -- i.e., next week -- and includes B, Rise Over Ruin, Shina Rae, & Giant Battle Monster. Oof. Omar at the FPH promises that they've got a shitload more cool bands for next month, including Basses Loaded, Satin Hooks, The Ton Tons, & The Gold Sounds (hell, yeah!).

So, there it is. Sorry about tonight's skippage, but dangit, we can't be everywhere at once. Check out these shows, though, and make sure they keep going...

Labels: H-Town News, Musical Crap, Public Service Announcements, Things To Do

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