THE SPITS

THE SPITS

Scraper, Pleasure Gallows

Tue, March 5, 2013

8:00 pm

Rickshaw Stop

$13-15

Tickets Available at the Door

This event is all ages

ADV TIX $13/DOORS $15. There's a 6 ticket limit for this event per household, customer, credit card number and email address. Patrons who exceed the ticket limit can have their order cancelled automatically and without notice.

THE SPITS
THE SPITS
Damn if The Spits don't make their brand of musical retardation all seem so easy: Like all their releases before them, they've stocked School's Out with 10 instant classics, with each and every song in its place and every single one of 'em indispensable. Don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned, that's pretty rad and in the pantheon of all that was originally cool about first wave American punk (and why it still remains as essential as it did from day one), with this, their best release to date, The Spits have earned themselves a much deserved seat at the table alongside groups like the Ramones, Bullet-era Misfits, Crime, The Eat, et all...

Spiced up with some Are We Not Men-era Devo and maybe a little dash o' Chrome thrown in too (bassist Erin Wood's SPIDER side project showing through), School's Out is the accumulated, fetid stew of body fluids left behind in the mattress room of Plato's Retreat where some crotch crickets got introduced to the tableau and ultimately made the place really start to jump, and on these ten songs they're jumping every which way.... School's Out is so enjoyably diseased, your pie hole will stretch and bear pearly whiteness ear-to-ear. School's Out's a proverbial flea circus celebration of nihilism, wanton drunkenness, incorrigibility, juvenile delinquency, teen sex, vandalism, petty crime, hooliganism, self-mutilation and aliens-which is just about everything in a not-so-perfect world punk rock is supposed to be.
Scraper
Scraper
"Scraper speaks to the experience of being a San Francisco punk band more than any other record this year -- disorienting, visceral, and desperate. T-shirt's serrated but intelligible vocal approach extends to unwieldy guitar riffs that impulsively lash out and lacerate. The first time I interviewed the band, we met in the converted meat locker where they rehearsed, a few stories beneath ground-level in the Mission District. Phantom carcasses of yesteryear lent the scrappy thud, wallop, and savagery that the rhythm section tracked to tape on Scraper." --SF Weekly's Five Best Bay Area Punk and Hardcore Albums of 2013
Pleasure Gallows
Pleasure Gallows
Wall-eyed sleaze Rock n' Roll.

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