room 710

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Alex Jones Interview
Room 710
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Areola 51

Room 710, September 7, 2003

Glass Pack (from Kentucky) took the stage at 710 and somehow turned a commonly lame Sunday night into the drunken rock rage of a Friday or Saturday night. Their sound is what I classify as 'Southern fried rock with a punch" was ever powerful even though most of their set was instrumental. Usually I do not posses a wide enough attention span to continually rock out and slam vodka during a predominantly vocal -free show, however, Glass Pack proved that to be wrong. I never on a Sunday am drunk and banging my head to music. Glass Pack's sound is strangely intoxicating with it's battling mixture of passion and anger. I hold high respect for music that evokes such emotions, and especially the ability to do so with out words.

This is a good band. The musicianship was exemplary and each band-mate played his instrument to it's full potential meshing
together their sounds into an amazing outcome. From Nugent and Kyuss- influenced instrumentals, to Sabbath-like darkness
accompanied with screaming vocals Glass Pack had it going on. Slamming guitars and chunky bass teamed nicely "explicitly so"
with the phenomenal - drumming. I was personally mesmerized by the force of this drummer who played with his entire body; he alone was a show in itself. The full performance was fantastic. The vocals "when used", were raw and effective spicing up the mood when necessary. I really enjoyed their sound and the Easy-rider cross-country vibe it produced. My Sunday was defiantly made worthwhile and the others at 710 are sure to agree. You can check them out at Glasspackmusic @yahoo.com. Look for their new album Bridgeburner out in late October.

-Erin Muscato

Room 710, September 12, 2003

Black Earth has finally returned to the Austin scene inviting the entire city to bask in the sonic glory of their sacred union. Rock on Austin to Black Earth's immaculately talented members whose sound reverberates throughout Red River. Ving Ra's vocals holds a supreme style that's unmatchable and long been admired in the music scene. These southern California guys came in pimped out and ready to pump 710 full of their sound. Their talent blared through each and every speaker capturing the full attention of all of the 710 patrons with richly woven pattern changes and mind-blowing fullness. The tight low end exuded excruciating smoothness. The drummer expressed the solidity and brutality all drummers strive to achieve. In your
face guitar riffs and enigmatic solos completed the sound perfectly. These styling guys rocked the house. The bar was packed and everyone was into the groove. Black Earth is definitely up and coming, mark my words. With a motto like "we're here to dampen all the lovely ladies panties" how could
you deny them?

Real Heroes brought me back to when rock and roll was rock and roll. Their sound emanated excellent influences like The Rolling Stones, Talking Heads and Beck. These guys are definitely a well-put together band with quite a following. 710 remained packed and many on the bar side migrated to the
music side to check out the band. This band sounds great and their stage presence was equally so. The singer crooned and sang his fabulously coordinated heart out. His dancing ability was astounding, I mean this guy shook his ass like Mick Jagger and broke it down like James Brown.

I was severely impressed by both sound and stage erformance of Real Heroes. With heavy funky bass lines and bluesy pop rock riffs, real Heroes pulled out all the stops. Fluid drumming and well-controlled bottom end is what makes this band superb. The grooving yet progressive sound had many fans dancing along. Their song styles ranged from slow and edgy to smoothly rocking with blues undertones. I enjoyed this show immensely and they wrapped it all up by covering "Hot Legs" by Rod Stewart. Great shit in my book. Everyone in attendance thoroughly enjoyed themselves and I suspect that they'll be back for more.

-Erin Muscato

Room 710, September 12, 2003

Charter Bulldogs are a band that let you know right from the start that they're a rock and roll band, and they're not here to fuck around. The singer has a really great rock voice and is not afraid to belt it out like you were at the local arena seeing a show in the 70's. The guitar and vocals in this band reminded
me of the band Tight Brothers from Way Back (for those of you that remember them.) There is a heavy Southern Rock influence prevalent that is a plus for any band as far as I'm concerned, but they don't rely on it to make their sound. I don't think they could be classified as Southern Rock, but can
definitely hold their own in this genre.

Even though this has nothing to do with the band, one of the things I remember is that there was a guy making out with his dog over by the pool table. The sad thing was that the dog was not even that cute to be deserving of so much attention. I don't know if the dog was enjoying it, but the guy certainly was. Hey man, if you're reading this: you made me want to puke. Plus, I think your girlfriend was jealous. The best part of the show was when they covered Ted Nugent's song 'Storm Trooping' which everyone recognized, but didn't know the title of. I saw this band once before at Emo's and loved every minute of it. This night at 710, they were almost headlining and someday soon these guys will be the main act. They blow doors on every band they have played with, and deserve top billing.

-Corri Mava

Room 710, September 19, 2003

Why did I take this assignment? Am I a fool? A Madman? A compulsive drooler, or even worse, a Squat Thrust fan? You bet your sweet Jehovah I am goddammit! Truth be known, we drew straws and I got the short one, again. Nobody had the balls (or teets) to sacrifice an evening of Squat Thrust's
musical tyranny. Well fuck that, "I aint't scared of no hurricane and am not boarding up my windows and I am especially not afraid of a vomiting pencil neck geek, some Jesus looking motherfucker with a fart cloud tattooed above his anus and a fat guy wearing paisties. Yeah! dammit I said it, and now I'm gonna go for one more spoiler and reveal Squat Thrust's secret ingredient, Retardation. I mean you'd have to be retarded to stay together for almost seventeen years and be on drummer number twenty five plus one, minus one. This band also used to play inside a plastic bubble and are the morons who put on Loser Fest. Yeah they're morons, but they're rockin' morons.

It has been almost four years since I've been to a Squat Thrust show and I have to say since then, they've only written two new songs, or was it one and a half. Wade didn't wear his paistes this time, which is fine by me because I'm more of a propeller man myself.

The set was pretty dead on and rockin' and everybody seemed to have a great time. It's great seeing them play live too 'cause you never know what tricks they might have up their sleeves. I saw these guys bring a tub of lard onstage years ago and throw it on each other and at the audience. I hoped and I prayed for some of this kinda drunken buffoonery but all I got was just lousy retard jokes and a fifty minute set of kick ass rock n' roll. The drunken crowd of unusual suspects all got pretty riled up during some of their anthem-like rock n roll stylings (it's almost impossible not to sing along to some of these tunes). They even churned out some arena rock style audience articipation. The showmanship that Jimmy Bradshaw can dish out never ceases to amaze me. All in all, I give this show the finger along with a hell yeah and a you must me be this tall to blow me before I'll let you ride this ride again. Yes this is the bohemian queefin stinkfest known as the almighty Squat Thrust.

-Slander Bob


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