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Friday, January 29, 2016

LA WEEKLY: Von Badsville Keeps L.A.'s Rock Scene Revved Up

BRANDO VON BADSVILLE KEEPS L.A.'S ROCK SCENE REVVED UP

Brando Von Badsville in charge.
Brando Von Badsville in charge.
Rev It Up!
Welcome to the first installment of Lina Lecaro's new biweekly column, featuring candid chats, exclusive news and anecdotal audaciousness only an insider can give you, with the promoters, club owners, DJs, door people and scenesters out there making it happen in L.A. every night. 
When most people say something is “so L.A.” they mean it in a derogatory way, often in reference to pretentiousness, plastic surgery or a privileged mentality that makes $20 valet parking and bottle service tables the norm. But my L.A. — the real L.A. — after dark is quite the opposite. It’s defined by people with a passion to throw the perfect party, a night with potent music, cool people seeking to connect (not just hook up), and an electricity in the air that can’t quite be conveyed by words.
Brando Von Badsville throws events like that, so he’s the perfect person to kick off this new column spotlighting nightlife’s influential movers and shakers.
A native of the San Gabriel Valley whose been throwing parties since he was 17 years old in neighborhood backyards, Badsville has made a name for himself in the punk and rockabilly scene, showcasing raucous bands on a national and local level. Part of vintage car and bike club The Rumble Cats, Badsville started out providing a place for greasers, goths and punks in L.A.’s surrounding suburbs to gather and grind when they didn’t feel like making the trek into Hollywood, and giving bands like Three Bad Jacks and Luis & the Wild Fires their first shows.
“My first real big show was with Lee Rocker from the Stray Cats in Pomona,“ Badsville tells me in the office at Spike’s Bar and Billiards, the Rosemead dive where he’s been in charge of booking for the past 14 years. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I was having fun, but made no money.”
Badsville credits Tiger Mask promoter Ralph Carrera with teaching him the booking basics. Carrera was a major presence in L.A.’s live music scene in the '90s, throwing shows at now-shuttered venues including Bar Deluxe, Moguls, the Garage and Safari Sam's, 
“I learned a lot about the business side of things from Ralph,” he says. That leads us down memory lane, recalling the bigger shows Carrera put together, especially the epic Las Vegas Shakedown events that brought pretty much L.A.’s entire rock community to Sin City for a weekend of debauchery, and were a pre-cursor to Punk Rock Bowling. “I was always just breaking even on my events, but Ralph showed me how to finally turn a profit.”
Carrera was forced to take a break from booking after his L.A. Shakedown event at the Variety Arts Center encountered major problems when some bands didn’t get paid right away. It seems Badsville ultimately ended up learning as much from his friend’s mistakes as he did from his triumphs. He says Carrera wasn’t as involved with that event as he had been in the past, so he trusted the wrong people to take care of certain logistics, and that’s where things went south.
“For my recent big event the Long Beach Psyclone Weekender, I mostly stayed in my room, but I was constantly on the walkie-talkies listening to everything that was going on. You have to be very hands-on in this business until you’re like a Goldenvoice or something. Then you can have people do things for you, but not until then.”

Anyone who's ever thrown a house party knows putting on an event is anything but easy. Will anyone come? Did you buy enough booze, food, décor? Will the music be right? Will everyone have a wild good time, but not too wild? Will the toilet get stopped up? There are a million things to think about, and when promoting in a public setting, there’s more like a billion. The payoff can be huge, but it’s always a risk.
Los Straightjackets
Los Straightjackets
Rev It Up!
Rev It Up, Badsville's signature rockabilly, garage and punk-rock night at Spike's, celebrates its 11-year anniversary this week, and Badsville has taken big risks over the years with the event, showcasing old timers and reunion gigs. They've usually paid off. Other acts like Los Straightjackets, The Lords of Altamont and Supersuckers are low-risk; they just need the right venue, and Spike's has been just that.
To celebrate the anniversary, Badsville booked some great acts this past weekend, and he'll continue the party this Saturday, Jan. 23. His diverse programming reps various styles and sounds, from Big Sandy and His Fly-Rite Boys to Agent Orange.
“It all crosses over because the foundation for all this music is the same,” he says, as the sound of Siouxsie and the Banshees pumps through the office door. Spike's in general showcases a pretty cool cross-pollination of music. Since Badsville took over at Spike's, it’s become a hub for locals who dig both live music and DJ-driven dance nights, especially goth, new wave and '80s nights. On this particular Friday night, we're chatting during one of the bar's more popular parties, Got 80s?, celebrating Siouxsie with DJs and a cover band. The crowd, which is Latino-heavy in ethnic makeup, is a beautiful, black-garbed gaggle of exquisitely applied eyeliner and punk-ish hair-dos.
Badsville doesn’t promote these retro nights, but he’s responsible for making the Rosemead spot the place where they congregate. Though it’s a proper dive bar with old people and boozers by day, rockin’ style is pretty much always on display at night here, even when there’s not a party and it's just the pool tables occupying regulars.

“Things are more mainstream on your side of town,” he says, referring to Hollywood, Silver Lake and all points further west. He doesn’t mean it as an insult. “It’s just more underground on this side of town, still. We like what we like and yet we’re still reaching out and grasping to stay ahead, and not just be hip for the sake of being hip, like some places.”
But “hip,” whatever it means these days, keeps moving east. Gentrification is enveloping and changing things on the outskirts of town, too, and eventually it might make its way to Rosemead — which, by the way,  is only a 10-minute drive by freeway from downtown. “I don’t think it will ever come out this far,” he says.
Badsville’s day job with a booking agency (Atomic Music Group) means he has a vast knowledge of what works and what doesn’t, not just in L.A. but across the country. The evolving nightlife landscape is one he knows very well. He acknowledges rock & roll’s decline in popularity in the live setting, but his love is too strong to ever give up on it.
“How do we keep it going?” he tells me he asks himself regularly. “I have to keep it alive for the next generation. I want my kids to know it. The music industry is suffering. Illegal downloading and radio is one thing, but in a live setting, too. And there's such a shortage of venues that want to book rock & roll in L.A. They just book indie. With Loaded's live music gone, I’d say now there’s really just the Redwood and the Viper Room, maybe the Airliner or the Troubadour. But people have to support [rock & roll] or the clubs won’t book it.”
Indeed, Hollywood’s rich rock history and the musicians it continues to inspire mustn’t disappear. It’s still here and it needs to be showcased.
I suggest to Badsville that the pendulum will swing back. Guns N' Roses headlining Coachella this spring will be a catalyst for a cultural shift back to sludgy, sexy, guitar-heavy music, and it will trickle down to the clubs again. He says he really hopes so, for his part of town and for Hollywood.
“I love Hollywood. It’s a big deal for bands to play there and I get it. It’s a higher level. If you have a shitty show in Hollywood, it looks bad, and everybody talks and word spreads. But I love it here at Spike’s. It’s less of a hassle. And we get people from all over L.A. and these people support the music community. It feels like home.”
Rev it Up's anniversary show with Agent Orange and Gamblers Mark is this Sat., Jan. 23, at Spike's Bar & Billiards, 7813 Garvey Ave. Rosemead. More info via Facebook and at www.vonbadsville.com. And like Von Badsville Events on Facebook for more upcoming Rev It Up shows, every Saturday at Spike's.

ARTICLE LINK: http://www.laweekly.com/music/brando-von-badsville-keeps-las-rock-scene-revved-up-6486538

Sunday, March 8, 2015

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Rebel Noise Names Spike's one of the Top 13 Punk Rock Dives in LA

Top 13 Punk Rock Dives in the Greater Los Angeles Area


by Andre Lozoya Feb 16, 2015
Top 13 Punk Rock Dives in the Greater Los Angeles Area
Where to find good booze, great noise and the best company to share it with around L.A.

They are dark, gritty and the bathrooms are grimey toxic cess pools but these are our favorite places in and around Los Angeles to partake in some PBR tall-boys whilst enjoying the soothing sounds of a great local band. This may not be the definitive list but it is definitely a formidable list of the top dark, seedy places to help you get in touch with your inner degenerate. Each with it's own personality but a common thread for all good dive bars is a combination of tasty greasey grub, cheap beer, beautiful noise and righteous folks to share it all with.
So "dive" into the list and if your fav isn't there, don't bitch, just drop a note in the comments to share.
Cheers & see you at the gig!
Your friends at Rebel Noise

11. Spikes Bar & Billiards7813 Garvey Ave, Rosemead, CA 91770(626) 288-4366

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Est. 1948 (formerly known as Patrick's Cocktail Lounge). Known for their 80's night, Breakfast Klub and especially Von Badsville's legendary punk/rock-a-billy events. A good neighborhood bar with veteran bartenders on the pour and a relaxed atmosphere. It's a good place to catch a game of billiards then get lucky with your date in the darkened parking lot. Good times.

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

PsychobillyWriter.com review on Rev It Up!

A diverse night of psychobilly kicked off the new year: Final Days, Liquor-N-Poker, The Vagrant Dead

January 4, 9:53 PMLA Rockabilly/Psychobilly ExaminerKim Kattari


Spike’s Bar and Billiards in Rosemead was the place to be last Friday (January 1st) if you wanted to kick in the first night of the new decade with some psychobilly-hybrid style.
I arrived as guest DJ Johnny Eagle was spinning a diverse a set of punk, rockabilly, and psychobilly, including Fifi’s punk-tinged cover of The English Beat’s “Mirror in the Bathroom” from the SLC Punk soundtrack.
As I settled in, Final Days took the stage and launched into their set without hesitation, despite the lead singer’s long battle with a fierce and persistent cold. Phil’s speech-song warble vocal style reminded me of a cross between Vic Victor from Koffin Kats and Nick 13 from Tiger Army. The band is also inspired by Misfits, as evidenced by a cover of “Astro Zombies” and another song that sounded quite like “I Turned Into a Martian.”
But what the San Gabriel Valley-based band really brings to the table is a hybrid style that mixes different types of punk, psychobilly, rockabilly, metal, and ska/reggae. Nowhere is this better demonstrated than in their last song of the set, “The Good, The Bad, The Ugly in Me.” The song was a medley of different genres, with a ska/reggae bridge here, a hardcore metal break there, and a killer rockabilly guitar lick thrown in over there.
When I talked to the band later, Phil explained the inspiration behind the song: “We put a little bit of everything that we’re musically influenced by into that song. I was also reading The Alchemist at the time, and watching Clint Eastwood movies.” Along with classic Coelho novels and Western films, they noted other influences: Hector (guitarist, and Phil’s brother) would love to play with AFI and his favorite horror movie is Dracula; Mosquito (drummer and stand-up comic, providing most of the ba-dum-chh commentary between songs) was inspired by The Addicts and, fittingly, likes comedies more than horror movies.
 

"The After Party" from Liquor-N-Poker: rocka-punk-ska-silly?
Next up was Liquor-N-Poker from Ritchie Valens’ hometown of Pacoima, with a clever double entendre name (sound it out) that suited their fun and often outright goofy style. Few bands attempt the “drummer as lead singer” approach (The Chop Tops are a great example; check out other examples of lead singer-drummers here), but Kurlee does a great job keeping the beat while singing melodic punk vocals in a style akin to Bad Religion, The Offspring, Pennywise, and Rancid.
Like Final Days, Liquor-N-Poker boasts a diverse set of influences (from The Living End to Sublime to Reverend Horton Heat to Less Than Jake) that has blended to form a hybrid style of, well, what exactly should we call this? Punk-a-billy? Punk-ska-billy? Rocka-punk-ska-silly? It’s definitely not your typical psychobilly, for as the band told me after the show, their music is “more happy” and “more about real life” than the horror-infused mock macabre subjects so typical of most psychobilly.
Whatever you want to call their music, it’s definitely fun and catchy. From the toe-tapping snare-heavy honky-tonk beat of “She Left Me For An Italian” to the anthemic NOFX-like punk of “Living It Up” to the head-boppin’ ska-infused rockabilly of “Don’t Put Your Clothes On” (check out their entertaining video for the song below), Liquor-N-Poker keeps it exciting and fresh.
Kurlee, his brother Noe (on bass), and Manny (on guitar), have been playing together as a band since 1998, so they have the stamina it takes to keep going in the under-appreciated local music biz. They’ve released their debut album, The After Party (on Prime Music Group), which showcases their diverse mix of punk, rockabilly, ska, reggae, classic rock and metal, along with their sing-along harmonies. (Review of the album coming soon. Check back here at Examiner.com or at www.psychobillywriter.com.) Support Liquor-N-Poker by buying their CD here.
 
As The Vagrant Dead got ready to take the stage I could already tell what made them unique: they sported two basses – one upright, one electric. I asked them after the show about their decision to feature simultaneous basses. Cesar (electric) and Joaquin (upright) noted that it allowed them to express their hardcore punk/metal influence at the same time as their rockabilly/country-western sound. Sometimes they synchronize their bass lines, but at other times the bassists take turns leading, giving each other room in the mix while also providing a much fuller sound.

The Vagrant Dead growled and swung and stomped their boots (photo by Kim Kattari).
 Once they started to play, it was an entirely different thing that stood out to me: Jesse’s voice. At first I thought there had to be some distortion effect on the vocal mic, but I quickly realized it’s just his voice – raspy, growling, throaty, and, to be honest, just plain scary. You’d expect to hear vocals done this way in hardcore death metal, but it’s rare to come upon this in psychobilly (the notable exception being Demented Are Go), especially The Vagrant Dead’s style of country-western-tinged, boot-stomping, Tom Waits/Johnny Cash-inspired punk-psychobilly en español.
I also asked them how they came up with their name (by the way, it was simply a coincidence that the band’s initials – “V.D.” – suggested the possible consequences of “Liquor-N-Poker”). Jesse (whose father is a preacher) pointed out that it’s a bible reference, as well as a theme used by Stephen King. Joaquin added: “The vagrant dead and skeletons are like rock ‘n’ roll itself. It just keeps going and changing. Rock is still wandering around. It doesn’t die.” This sums up exactly what this band is doing – combining the old with the new in their pastiche of influences: Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Demented Are Go, Misfits, The Beatles, The Stones, The Ramones, and contemporary hardcore metal.
 
All in all, this was not your typical psychobilly night. The hybridity of the music last Friday was a welcome change of pace. I hope each of these bands continues to diversify their music, drawing inspiration from a range of genres and cultural influences.
Kudos to "Rev It Up" and Brando Von Badsville for booking local bands that don’t limit themselves to narrow definitions of psychobilly. Click here to check out reviews of Brando Von Badsville’s Rev It Up shows at Spike’s from LA Times and LA Weekly.
Also, I have to give props to the sound guy, Cesar, who was brilliant at leveling out each of different instruments so that the crowd could easily distinguish the bass from the guitar from the clear vocals, and so on. It’s so rare to hear great sound in a small punk-psychobilly venue. Nicely done!

Urban Ink Magazine covers Tigermask @ Safari Sams

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Rebel Beat
The Vintage Ink of LA Rockabilly



 












LA might be the entertainment capital of the world, but it’s also home to America’s longest-running underground music scene: LA rockabilly.

“My dad always told me I was reincarnated,” says Betty Torres, a petite, dark beauty, explaining a six- inch tattoo on her forearm of the 1940s Mexican movie star, Tangolele.
Betty fell in love with Tangolele when she was four years old. Plopped down in front of the TV, Betty became mesmerized by the sultry dancer whenever she appeared in the reruns of movies from Mexico’s “Golden Era of Cinema” played on the Spanish language TV station in Hawaiian Gardens, California.  Once the hypnotic Tangolele appeared, if anyone tried to change the channel, Betty threw a hearty tantrum. “I was so amazed by the way she danced and moved,” says Betty. “Just watching her dance; her body, her hips.” Even at the tender age of four, Betty was destined to become part of the retro-reality of LA rockabilly.
These days, the LA rockabilly scene is part music scene, part “kustom” car culture scene, and part style scene. It’s filled with people like Betty. Strike up a conversation at just about any LA rockabilly show and you’ll find people like Betty, people who seem to have a strange sense of feeling at home in this bygone era. “Probably a lot of old souls lingering around, I bet,” says Betty. LA rockabillies like Betty seem to identify, even from a young age, with the low-fi, sexy retro, boppin’ beats of vintage Americana pop culture; a time of big-bosomed cars and gals with nice headlights, the smell of vinyl, the rumble of a hot rod.  While you might be bragging about the tune you downloaded to your iPod yesterday, these misfits are bragging about scoring an autograph on their 78 vinyl.  Then they’ll whip it out and play it for you. No fussy collectors here, no, it’s part of the lifescape.
Even 20 years into her infatuation with Tangolele, Betty’s adoration hadn’t waned. At 23 Betty had a portrait of the sexy Mexican dancer inked on her arm.  This was back in the day when tattoos were only seen in Hawaiian Gardens on gangsters, but Betty was ready to use her body to make a statement; “Everybody’s gonna see my arms for the rest of my life. I want people to see what I’m about.”
Betty’s first tattoos (including her Tangolele portrait) were done by popular LA inker, Real. However, Betty also used an up-and-coming female artist named Kat Von D (then 17 and working at Bluebird Tattoo in Pasadena). Of her fellow Latina Betty says, “She’s a good artist. She’s made something of herself, I’m proud of her.”
Betty, a single mom and part time model, fiercely defends her vintage hero Tangolele who, although now 60, still stars in Mexican soaps. “She still has a hot-ass body. There’s no one else like her.” This devotion to old school artists typifies LA rockabillies and their ink. So to find ink that celebrates an obscure 1940s Mexican star on the arm of a pretty young model outside a club on Sunset Boulevard should explain why the obscure culture of rockabilly seems almost immortal, at least in LA.  While other “retro” fads – like swing – come and go- rockabilly just never dies.
Although today the term rockabilly defines a 40s, 50s and even 60s inspired kustom culture scene in LA, the word itself dates back to the 1950s, to a low budget regional music style from the American South.  Rockabilly was the music of country yokels raised on hillbilly swing who wanted to play the sexy R&B of their black Southern neighbors (hillbilly + rock = rockabilly). The strange jump swing hillbilly vibe of rockabilly became an American pop sensation, thanks to Elvis. It didn’t last long as a music craze, but during its short reign on the pop charts, it inspired hungry young farm boys all over the South to crawl out from under jalopies and haystacks, grab a buddy and a bottle of Jack Daniels, and head to the nearest recording studio to make music history. For a brief moment in pop history, their thumping, wailing, hip-grinding sound blew right out of the heat-streaked fields of the South and into the high school cafeterias of white America.
“It was the whole rebellious attitude,” says Dave Gambler of the rockabilly band, Gambler’s Mark.  “First the music definitely, you know that’s where it started. And then definitely the cars and then the style, you know the greasy hair, the cuffed pants, the boots.” And let it be understood that LA Latinos like Dave didn’t stumble upon vintage 50s rockabilly by watching shows like “Happy Days”. “My dad used to listen to Mexican rockabilly when I was growing up, bands from Mexico playing rockabilly, but singing in Spanish,” says Dave. “Growing up as a little kid I used to be like, oh my god, you know, what is this stuff?
Rockabilly is a strange musical genre, a hybrid of swing and blues. It’s like porn: you know it when you hear it. But the easiest way to spot a rockabilly act is by its standup bass. Big, ungainly, and shaped like a curvy pinup, rockabilly’s standup bass is played in a unique way: plucked and spanked. Rockabilly’s distinctive thwackety-thwack evokes the rhythms of its rural roots: freight trains, horse trots, and, well sex.  Yeah, not an emo instrument. It’s crude, sexy and primitive, and takes serious man-arms to play.
“You bop to the music …you’re jiving away, you grab yourself a nice little hot rod mamma,” says Dave. “But definitely out there with a good vibe always…always got your head bopping or swinging or something. That’s what I love about it.”
Back in the day, rockabilly was so wild and untamed compared to mainstream music, it blew the bobby socks off Suburban teens and turned on America like a farmer’s daughter in a low cut dress. Its stars – Elvis, Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis and Ricky Nelson – were the garage bands of their day, smashing the big band scene to bits with low budget bands made up of horny, ornery, drunk teens. But the rockabilly craze came to a screeching halt when shows like “American Bandstand” cleaned up the tracks for prime time.  Gone were the sexed-up energy of slapping bass, the growl of the horny farm boy, the hip-grinding R&B of the American South and the lilt of American swing.
Which is exactly why rockabilly fans, just like all fans of unrecognized indie rock, are defiantly loyal to bands that can pull off a pure, roots sound. In recent times, bands like the Neckromantix and Tiger Army have infused the rockabilly vibe into the hipster strains of “psychobilly,” and some roots rockabilly tracks have made it into taste-making movie soundtracks, like when the very, very obscure Charlie Feathers track, “That Certain Female” appeared in Kill Bill (thanks to Quentin Tarrantino’s obsession with 1970s LA rockabilly revival label Rollin’ Rock Records).
But despite its remarkable unfitness for the mainstream, rockabilly, like the pomade stain on your pillow after a hot night with a rockabilly stud, just won’t go away. And it survives even today in LA. Every weekend of the year, somewhere in Southern California you’ll find a roots rockabilly show. And every Easter weekend the annual “Viva Las Vegas” rockabilly weekender, hosted by LA promoter Tom Ingram, attracts 5,000 fans from around the world.
Today LA rockabilly thrives as a homegrown street culture with a kustom strut. On the music side, it's inspired by everyone from Johnny Cash to Dick Dale.  On the scene side, it’s fed by the many pocket barrios of LA attracted for whatever reason to vintage bars, vintage clothing, tattoos and custom cars; a strange orgy of cowboys, swingles, neobillies, and bikerbillies.  But there’s no doubt that the paying customers, who keep rockabilly alive in LA, are the bariobillies like Betty and Dave. And God bless ‘em. LA’s Latinos make the ideal fan base for a retro music scene. LA’s Latinos rock the bar scene, the oldies, the kustom cars, the vintage fashions and are known as rabid fans who devotedly tout their favorite bands all over MySpace.
Take a band like The Moonlight Cruisers, for example.  Everyone in The Moonlight Cruisers has a fulltime job.  Busy with family and work, this band has only released a couple albums in its five-year history. Yet The Moonlight Cruisers remain one of LA’s most popular rockabilly bands. They’re a dream for a 20-something Latino promoter like Brando Von Badsville, who sold out tonight’s 500-seat Safari Sam’s show just by promoting the show with flyers and MySpace blasts. Brando has come a long way. He started his career promoting a “record hop” on dead Monday nights at a dive bar in Rosemead called Spike’s. Now Brando fills Spike’s five nights a week, plus hosts LA shows with his Tiger Mask partner Ralph Carerra. Yet only in the past few months has Brando caught the eye of the LA media. These days they’re saying Spike’s is poised to replace the once cutting-edge LA indie music scene of Echo Park.
But LA Rockabilly remains a rebel, street culture scene, kicking it old school with everything from vintage hot rods to bands releasing albums on vinyl.  In the LA rockabilly ink you’ll see tattoos of vintage microphones and Mexican Day of the Dead self-portraits. And just like the gray primered cars of the rockabilly car shows, the ink on original scenesters like Betty is black and gray. “A lot of people like color,” says Betty. “I mean it's good for them, but I want to keep it old school.”
Don’t expect to see LA rockabilly on MTV any time soon. But if you make it to an LA rockabilly show, expect to see Latinos like tattoo artist “Rockabilly Ray,” born and raised in Mexico City, and now a citizen of the small business community of LA as owner of the Tinta Rebeldes tattoo shop on Hollywood Boulevard. “We’re the number one audience,” says Rockabilly Ray. “Latinos, Mexicanos, en todo. This is the real shit. We have a lot of culture, we have a lot of fucking good music. We’re family, that’s what it is, we’re family.” After 50 years, LA rockabilly is still a street culture, kustom built.  Pull up to the bar at an LA rockabilly show and you’ll still find a bad-ass Latino sporting a nicely pressed gabardine shirt with tattoos bursting out from his wrists and neck like fireworks on the Fourth of July. You’ll still find a gal in a red satin dress that fits so tight it makes her curves look like a ‘56 Buick. You’ll feel the floor bounce under you as the crowd dances to The Moonlight Cruisers, and if your partner pulls you close, you’ll smell the Murray’s pomade in his hair. You’ll squeeze past couples dancing palm to palm and pelvis to pelvis, who are fans of the music and still don’t care if their beloved band ever sees the light of MTV, because they’ll tell you, to their dying day, “the charts are in your heart”.

LA Weekly gives Another Write Up & Review for Rev It Up!

Lusty for Life

When did "quirky" replace "sexy" in band demand? At the risk of dating ourselves, Nightranger and many of our over-30 gal pals have been pining/whining for the good ol' days, when swagger on stage was an essential part of the rocker repertoire. It's a blanket statement, we know, but today's indie bands seem more concerned with being sardonic than seducing us with their dangerous, godlike auras. Last Friday night, however, we were taken back to a more bad-ass era complete with captivating, cocksure frontmen and scorching ax-grinders. Spike's Bar in the San Gabriel Valley is best known for its raucous rockabilly and New Wave events, but Friday's Rev It Up often showcases killer garage sounds as well, and the bill was more than worth a little freeway trek in the rain, especially since it was headlined by an all-time L.A. favorite, The Hangmen. One of the brightest and bluesiest groups to emerge from the record biz ballyhoo and rock-signing frenzy of the mid-'80s, leader Bryan Small could have seen success akin to Guns n' Roses and beyond, if not for the drug problems, major label turmoil (with Capitol and Geffen) and lineup drama that plagued his band. Two decades later, despite the Behind the Music-like backstory, the group is astoundingly strong and sprightly on stage. Friday saw the lineup amped by Supersuckers' guitarist Rob Heathman and his gritty riffs fit like a tight, perfectly weathered leather glove. From classics such as "Rotten Sunday" and "Downtown" to newer jams off their Mike Ness-produced '08 EP, In the City, the Hangmen rawk harder than ever, especially Small, whose snarly Jagger-meets-Iggy-ish allure has only gotten more interesting with age. Look for their catalog on the garage-heavy indie label Acetate Records.

Also on Acetate, the MC5-ish Superbees are back a-buzzin' after a long hiatus. Singer David James may not be flailing about the floor or falling over his cords, but like Small, he still stings when he sings and strings. Rounding out the bill are The Royal Highness (formerly known as The Chelsea Smiles), which sports a new lineup to go with the new name (Todd Youth is off the mic and singer Skye Vaughn Jayne delivers the brutal vocal blows); and Barrio Tiger, the ferocious 'n' fun Echo Park pack, including guitarist Jimmy James (formerly with the Hangmen and a zillion other local bands) and frontman Calixto Hernandez (of the old Juvee skate shop, now slingin' behind the bars at La Cita and The Shortstop). Rev It Up did just that Friday, and we suggest rolling into Rosemead for promoter Brando Von Badville's next Spike's sizzler headlined by The Lords of Altamont on March 12. Von Badsville's also bringing his grimy rock goodness to the Sunset Strip, promoting what he hopes will be the first of a regular series of Rev It Up nights at the newly reopened Key Club, this Saturday, Feb. 27, with another Acetate band, Hollywood's Prima Donna. PD just came back from a primo punk gig opening for Green Day throughout Europe and Asia, and if the international lust they earned is any indication, the Dollsy young dudes might be leading the way for a new generation of unapologetic sleazesters who, once again, put their moneymakers where their mouths are. The all-ages show will also feature Duane Peters, The Billy Bones and original gutter punks Motorcycle Boy.

LA Weekly's write up on MONDO HOLLYWOOD!


LA Weekly's write up on MONDO HOLLYWOOD!

Mary Weiss, Guana Batz, Kim Lenz, Magic Christian, Lords of Altamont, Luis & the Wildfires, Muck & the Mires, The Tabaltix, The Love Me Nots, Gamblers Mark, Rockin Ryan, The Volcanics, Jail Weddings 
Date/Time: Sat., August 9 
The Knitting Factory 
7021 Hollywood Blvd. L.A. CA 90028 
(323) 463-0204 
 
Mary Weiss, The Love Me Nots By Falling James 
 
 
Remember walking in the sand? Mary Weiss does. She was one of the leaders of the pack of bad girls known as the Shangri-Las, a '60s band who were tougher and more independent than any of Phil Spector's girl-group puppets. Their classic tunes were later covered by Aerosmith, the Go-Go's, Redd Kross and the New York Dolls, and Weiss was the charismatic role model for such future divas as Amy Winehouse and the Detroit Cobras' Rachel Nagy. When she returned to the spotlight after a very long absence with her excellent 2007 solo CD, Dangerous Game (Norton Records) — which featured the catchy potential hit "Stop and Think It Over" and the all-too-aptly-titled "Cry About the Radio" — she was wise enough to employ the talents of the Reigning Sound and garage-rock auteur Greg Cartwright instead of a typical slick session band. Weiss makes her local solo debut on this opening night of the Mondo Hollywood Festival, headlining a bill that also incl The Love Me Nots, who are one of the few modern garage-rock revivalists whose lust-ridden, keyboard-pumped songs rank with their storied influences. (The coed Phoenix combo even titled their groovy new CD, 'DETROIT', in a nod to their sonic inspirations as well as their ubiquitous Motor City producer, Jim Diamond.) The fest continues Sunday with a rare visit by the Electric Prunes ("I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night") and a horde of rockabilly and garage bands. The whole damn thing gets started early at 2 p.m. http://www. laweekly. com/index. php?option=com_calendar&task=events&Itemid=571&searchtab=event&oid=26676