Pub 340 aka Ultrahumid Sweatpit was at max capacity with crust punks and metalheads for Bison on Friday. Everyone there was wasted and stoked, but I just wasn’t in the mood for steam bath made of other people’s moisture. Luckily the Royal Unicorn was pleasantly air conditioned and a little more laid back. Sun Arise played a nice set of catchy classic rock and totally meant it. Jen was like Lou Reed playing the lead in the Wizard of Oz. Good vibes all-around. All that drink-sharing kind of explains the mass outbreak of that vicious cold that’s going around right now.
Sun Arise plays at Pat’s next Wednesday with Maple Falls.
On Sunday the 340 was much more temperate but unfortunately under populated. Poor $2 out the Door played an enthusiastic set to a handful of kids. I missed Petroleum Byproducts but did appreciate the fact that they’re serious enough about what they’re doing to wear leather pants in that heat.
A new indie night called Finally! happens at the Lamplighter on the third Tuesday of each month. They had the brilliant idea to quarter the bar off with curtains to get rid of that giant empty feeling. Another idea would be to book a smaller venue.
Coconut Coolouts are a bunch of stand up guys. By that I mean they all stand up: two standing drummers, a standing keyboard player and even a sandingbanana . I’ll forgive them the fact that they’re from Seattle, but only because they have a song called “Pizza Regret,” which is a type of regret that I know a lot about. And because they’ve got a 7” coming out on the Vancouver label Seeing Eye Records. Master Apes and garage swamp monster cult leaders Lizard People will join them at Pat’s on Saturday.
Robert Dayton‘s new band Hallmark has so many layers of meaning. They play at the ER on Sunday with 99 and White Lung.
Every day is Daft Punk night in the kitchen of the breakfast place by my house. But every day is not Daft Punk night at the Makeout. Just next Wednesday.