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Dixie Witch, Amplified Heat
Room 710, Saturday 02.07.04
The next time Suplecs come to town I want to borrow Fu Manchu’s
Boogie Van and throw a fucking Suplecs parade where I “Cheech
and Chong” in the van with Dixie Witch and Amplified
Heat while the Suplecs ride alongside on green mopeds. There
will be cheerleaders, photographers and, in the final moments
of the parade, Durel Yates (guitars/vocals), Danny Nick (bass/vocals)
and Andrew Preen (drums) will do some really amazing moped
tricks and ride up a moving ramp into the boogie van. You
really won’t want to miss it.
As a Suplecs virgin, I appreciated the swamp rats who built
the bridge from here to New Orleans. I thought this band was
stoner rock. It was, but my dreams of laying on stage on a
carpet feeding weed into the speaker were a little shallow.
Sure, the heavy-hitting, badass sound of three very tight
and accomplished musicians would have pounded a shitload of
weed into a superfine state, perfect for rolling into the
carpet and smoking out with the whole crowd, but the Suplecs
are multicultural. Shit, they are multinational. They broke
into reggae, New Orleans blues and a little Slayer all while
the drummer beat the stage down to China and the other guys
did all my favorite rock tricks—bass behind the head,
a little guitar line, play along with two member of the Witch,
etc. It just doesn’t do the Suplecs justice to call
them heavy metal or stoner rock; these guys’ music is
broader and better than that. A new album is the works, so
save your paper route money and check out all that is the
Suplecs @ suplecs.com. If you spend more time on Red River
than at your house this band is a must-see. But, you might
need some earplugs. You never really know how loud a band
is until you leave a club.
I’m
not discounting Dixie Witch (dixiewitch.net), who was tearing
the paint off the walls when I arrived or forgetting Amplified
Heat (amplifiedheat.com—Shit, I missed them!) whose
only bad show is when they don’t show up, but this show
belonged to the Suplecs. Rock on, fellows. I’ve been
waiting for a band like you since Fu Manchu cut their hair
and stopped lighting that gong on fire!
–Beth
Sams
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| The
Dickins / Black Cock / Amish Armada
Dear
Diary,
Last night I went to Room 710 to see The Dickins, Black Cock,
and Amish Armada. I was excited to see Black Cock, I mean,
who wouldn't be? It's such a rare occasion that I see them,
I was glad to get a chance.
I
walked into a fairly empty club with a couple of guys dressed
like Amish farmers. For whatever reason I started to get a
bad feeling. It's not that I don't like the Amish, I just
question their ability to play music that might actually appeal
to me.
The one actually interesting thing that these guys had going
for them was the Misfits fiend club flag with the skull wearing
an Amish style chapeau. When the 'music' started I honestly
couldn't tell you what was going on. There were so many guys
on the stage not doing anything but looking stupid and shoving
each other around that I couldn't pay attention to the band.
When I did, I was glad these guys were dressed in masks and
disguises because good lord, this was completely sub-par.
If I had managed to muster up any interest or energy, I would
have punched these guys in the balls. The only thing that
the Amish Armada did NOT do amidst all of their stupid antics
and bad music was raise a barn in the middle of the club so
that I could hang myself and put me out of my misery.
Next was Black Cock. As I mentioned before, I was excited
to see them. I'm not really familiar with them as you all
know, so I was ready. Not so much anymore, folks. If I never
see Black Cock again it will be too soon. The drummer was
awesome, but not enough to hold the rest of the band.
The Dickins played first because it was Jason the drummer’s
birthday. If you know Jason, you know that this was the best
plan of attack the band could have possibly made. Years ago
he took me out on a date around a bunch of his friends that
I didn't know. He got so drunk that I had to call someone
to get me away from him.
That
was over 4 years ago, and it's nice to see someone with some
kind of consistency. I'm not going to sit here and tell you
how fucking badass the Dickins are, you just need to go see
them. I tried to write them up at the punk rock BBQ a couple
of issues back, but it got all fucked up in editing. All I'm
going to say now is you suck if you don't like this band.
I personally want to have their children.
I have to say that without having seen the Dickins, this night
ranked a giant, shiny, gold plated zero.
xxxix – CorriMava
Editor’s
Note: Most people already knew that Corri didn’t like
black cock. – Stern.
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Jackie
Ono
Room 710, Thursday 1.29.04
$1 Lonestars at Room 710? Thursdays are indeed a night for
the pauper and the rocker. The line-up on this fine night
was Do It Now Foundation, Via Satellites, Jackie Ono, and
People Skills. Thinking the “foundation” band
was actually the name of a benefit, I wanted to support any
cause involving Jackie Ono. A fellow from People Skills walked
around inviting people to come over to the other side of the
bar to see his band (a good marketing scheme revealing his
true people skills), but he didn’t know anything about
a benefit.
I chatted, chatted and chatted, drank shots with James E,
and looked over the latest Rank and Revue—hot off the
presses. Steve commented on the great keyboards in People
Skills and air keyboarded along.
But
I was there to see Jackie Ono, my favorite all-girl band,
second only to the Hazard County Girls. These ladies have
been playing music for years in various bands, and they are
developing a sound of their own. Their keyboards add an extra
dimension to the rock, and I know how much you love the rock.
I don’t know a band to compare them to or any of the
names of their songs, but I know this was the best set I have
seen them play. Getting better all the time, the end of the
set was really powerful and great. Do yourself a favor and
check out this four-piece band of babes. Go to jackieono.com
for more info.
Due to the endless possibilities of Lonestar, I had to leave,
but the front lady for Sixteen Deluxe was belting it out with
Via Satellites as I exited the building. I wonder if the Do
It Now Foundation raised all the money they had hoped?
–Beth
Sams
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