Rudy and the Rhetoric. Be warned, the sound is pretty awful, but I posted it because despite the bass fuzz it effectively demonstrates the mad
Rudy and the Rhetoric. Be warned, the sound is pretty awful, but I posted it because despite the bass fuzz it effectively demonstrates the mad skills that should draw you guys out to the Nectar tonight.
So, things are sort of kind of back to normal. The Blue Scholars/Common Market show at Neumos is ON.
The Girls have a show at the Comet Tavern; it starts at 9 p.m. and costs $6. You can read Michael Alan Goldberg's feature about them here.
Rudy & the Rhetoric's CD release party happens at Nectar tonight. Show starts at 9 p.m. and costs $8; you can read Kevin Capp's feature on Rudy & the Rhetoric here. It's a great line-up, too: Candidt, Grayskul, the Let Go and Waystyles will be there to support.
The Cops' Rock and Roll Circus continues at the Sunset Tavern; tonight's edition features Kinski, the Fall of Troy and the Whore Moans. A rock show for the ages, surely, It starts, once again, at 9 p.m., and costs $10.
Earlier in the evening, the Whore Moans, Thee Emergency and the Lost Episode play the Vera Project at 7:30 p.m. for $9.
Artifakt's going on at the Lo-Fi tonight, featuring Mad Rad; starts at 9 p.m., and costs $7 if you get there after 10 p.m.
There's also the Valkyries' show at the Bit Saloon tonight with Neon Nights and the Blue Ribbon Boys; it starts at 9 p.m. and costs $7 also. Here's Michael Alan Goldberg on that:
From the sound of things - both via word of mouth and the fact that you
could practically hear the band from thousands of miles away - I'm
bummed I didn't catch the Valkyries playing at the Bit this past
October as part of SW's REVERBfest. If you missed out as well, here's
another chance to right the wrong and find out why the all-girl
foursome has been hailed around town of late as one of the rawest,
fiercest, and most sonically combative outfits Seattle's
garage-punk/metal underground has coughed up in some time. In the
finest gutter tradition, Valkyries vocalist Stevie howls like there are
sheetrock nails, two gallons of whiskey, and four packs' worth of
cigarette smoke lodged in her throat, while the rest of the band rips
it up like the unholy spawn of Motörhead and L7. They might be the
sweetest gals in the world, but their music aims to give you a black
eye, a bloody nose, and a busted lip, and they make it hurt really good.