Here is a teeny scan of a handbill for a show that was three or four or seventy years ago, when the legendary John Black Attack strode across the malt-and-mod-soaked carpets of the Musiquarium to blast the ears off a thicket of teenagers. Before them played the band Fletcher—now ascending to the national stage as Colour Revolt (promoted by the mighty Team Clermont, they were recently named the “Band of the Day” by a small-press magazine named “Spin“). The show, an all-ages affair, was unexpectedly long, and the JBA had an open tab, and well before it was time for them to play the bartender—a strapping young lad that looked quite a lot like me—had to inform them that they had drank all the Budweiser.
And also all the Bud Lite. And the Miller Lite. And the High Life, and the Blue Ribbon. The boys, they are rock and roll (“we’ll play anywhere for fifty bucks and a case of beer,” said one early flier).
I say all this because a twisted descendent of that post-punk affair plays tomorrow night at Hal & Mal’s: The Delicate Cycle will (softly) rock you alongside the garage-damage of ¡Los Buddies!, not to mention the Built to Spill your little brother was never in, Terror of the Sea, and somebody else I ain’t know much about.
I’ve ranted about ¡Los Buddies! before, and took a series of Polaroids of the men at W.C. Don’s.
And Prof. Fury and I saw Terror of the Sea open up for the Gossip in Baton Rouge.
You should be at this show. It’s no Mountain Goats on Halloween, true: but verily, it shall rocketh.
Hooray for The Delicate Cycle!
And be sure to show some love for Terror of the Sea—apparently they didn’t get paid after the Halloween show here in BR (they were the first opener for the Mountain Goats) because the SM barely made the Goats’ guaranteed minimum payout. So buy ‘em a drink! Tell ‘em Prof Fury sent you. They won’t have any idea who the hell I am. It will confuse them and then you can take advantage of their bewilderment to steal the drink back and they’ll still think you’re a nice guy or girl.
Viva la rock!