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Cruel and Unusual/The Prickies
Beerland, October 9, 2003
I
can count on two things when I go to Beerland. The first will
be Billy giving me a hard time about whether or not I’m
on the list, and the second will involve me having a great
time no matter how shitty the bands may be. Drunken exhaustion
is probably the worst prelude to a review, but somehow a show
that headlined with bands called The Prickies and Cruel and
Unusual, I thought it might work.
I
can sum up the show in four words. Same old Beerland shit;
same old punk bands that play music that I can’t get
into, and the same old conclusion pounding itself into my
psyche. It occurred to me during one lucid moment of clarity
that I’m not the one to take on reviews to these types
of bands, but as that clarity faded it occurred to me that
no one else would.
What
else can I say about the show? I could pretend to remember
and I could pretend to care but I would still reach the one
undeniable fact, nothing spectacular happened at this show.
I’ve approached many reviews with the mind of a skeptic,
only to have that image shattered with a barrage of killer
live music. The only thing I can say is shut the fuck up if
you suck, and for the love of God, put the guitar down. (Don’t
forget, support live music in Austin)
-Rhiannon
Dillon
The
Divorcers
Beerland, October 4, 2003
After
reading in the Chronicle that Beerland was the new hot spot
for fashion trends, I couldn't wait to see the show on Saturday!
Who knew that I was smack dab in the middle of Vogue every
time I walked into the dank, dark cave known as Beerland?
Only now I could feel the envious eyes on me as I was allowed
entry into this tres chic establishment. Eat your heart out
Studio 54! Beerland has arrived!
It
was a veritable freak show of ghoul makeup, bad lounge music
and stringy haired Goth guys. What had I been missing OUT
on all of this time?! The Divorcers was whom I had come to
see though and they were dressed to the nines! OH JOY!
Finally,
Rock and Roll! I have to mention that in order to actually
get to it, though, I was visually and aurally assaulted by
skinheads dancing together, horrible wigs and the phrase 'Oh
My Goth!' I felt like I was in a really bad David Lynch movie.
(Everett, I have to apologize for not jumping on the bandwagon
sooner. Bandwagon!)
The
Divorcers have a rockabilly, surf rock, punk rock thing going
on that is just dying for a bigger sound. I don't know what
it is that was missing, but I wanted there to be more of it.
Everett actually croons into the mic like one of those old
time singers in the movies. I half expected girls to start
crying and swooning like they used to do for The King.
The
highlight of the set for me would have to be when they covered
Flametrick Subs 'She's Got It.' I heard one of them say that
one or all of them had to move that afternoon, so it's amazing
they even had the energy to bust it on out, but they did.
Did I mention how adorable they all were in their red ties
and button down shirts? I didn't? Well that's because this
isn't the Chronicle!
-Corri Mava
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