Josh Pollock/Gabe Wheeler Birthday Bash-- feat. "NEVER MIND THE POLLOCKS!": one-time-only Sex-Pistols tribute band (feat. Jon Ginoli of Pansy Division!) ~ NO COVER ~ 7:00pm - 10:00pm
The Sex Pistols get no respect. I mean, do you respect them? I doubt it. They're barely even considered a band anymore, so much as four lunkheads who happened to be in the right place at the right time to become synonymous with a cultural sea change, the repercussions of which are still being felt today, no thanks to them. The music itself has been utterly obscured by their (yawn) "historical significance" and fairly abysmal post-Pistols track record.
And that just ain't right.
Because to listen to The Sex Pistols is to hear the potential of rock music being realized to the nth degree.
And to see them, as I did on their reunion tour 20 years ago, was to see not four cash-poor has-beens squinting in the spotlight, but four muthafuckin' Superstars, with charisma to burn, absolutely slaying it on a majesterial level.
The song-craft is rock solid, the arrangements ninja-perfect, the singing an unprecedented molotov cocktail of volcanic passion and Brechtian remove, with gravitas for days, the guitar tones to die for, and, unlike almost any 'punk rock' since, it swings like a motherfucker. And you can only swing if you know what you're doing.
And:
they were KIDS. Even if you think I'm piling on the hyperbole, I dare you to say that their album pales in comparison to whatever you did when you were 20. I sure cant.
At the end of the day, whatever it is that makes shit hold up, they got. In spades.
This music deserves to be heard shorn of it's distracting, superfluous cultural baggage. In a small venue, that serves beer.
Early-bird birthday party for Josh and Gabe, feat. one-time-only SEX PISTOLS TRIBUTE "Never Mind The Pollocks" (JON GINOLI--vocals, JOSH POLLOCK--guitar, REED PALMER--bass, DOUG HILSINGER--drums)
The Sex Pistols get no respect. I mean, do you respect them? I doubt it. They're barely even considered a band anymore, so much as four lunkheads who happened to be in the right place at the right time to become synonymous with a cultural sea change, the repercussions of which are still being felt today, no thanks to them. The music itself has been utterly obscured by their (yawn) "historical significance" and fairly abysmal post-Pistols track record.
And that just ain't right.
Because to listen to The Sex Pistols is to hear the potential of rock music being realized to the nth degree.
And to see them, as I did on their reunion tour 20 years ago, was to see not four cash-poor has-beens squinting in the spotlight, but four muthafuckin' Superstars, with charisma to burn, absolutely slaying it on a majesterial level.
The song-craft is rock solid, the arrangements ninja-perfect, the singing an unprecedented molotov cocktail of volcanic passion and Brechtian remove, with gravitas for days, the guitar tones to die for, and, unlike almost any 'punk rock' since, it swings like a motherfucker. And you can only swing if you know what you're doing.
And:
they were KIDS. Even if you think I'm piling on the hyperbole, I dare you to say that their album pales in comparison to whatever you did when you were 20. I sure cant.
At the end of the day, whatever it is that makes shit hold up, they got. In spades.
This music deserves to be heard shorn of it's distracting, superfluous cultural baggage. In a small venue, that serves beer.
Early-bird birthday party for Josh and Gabe, feat. one-time-only SEX PISTOLS TRIBUTE "Never Mind The Pollocks" (JON GINOLI--vocals, JOSH POLLOCK--guitar, REED PALMER--bass, DOUG HILSINGER--drums)
SLOW JAMS ~ Deep & Sweet 60s Soul & Stuff ~ DJ Paul Costuros w/ DX n Guest, FREE! ~10pm - 2am
