Black Lips at Glass House in Pomona, Calif. May 2, 2009

3 05 2009

Not even 24 hours on first-time American soil, I welcome my cousin, quite the cute Peruvian import, to the good ole US of A with a crazy Black Lips show.

Thanks to my boys at the Glass House, we had a blast! Although the venue wasn’t sold out, it was a solid crowd. My cousin was in awe of the rockin’ madness: kids crowd surfing, stage diving, girls rushing the stage and kissing the band, and nerds cuttin’ loose, it was a sight to see. This show was much more mayhem than the previous. Might have been due in part to an audience where 80 percent were under the age of 21.

After a great set and a couple encores we headed to the Glass House bar and engaged in some stiff cocktails and fun conversations. My cousin couldn’t understand why Ian Saint Pé, the guitarist of the Lips, was sporting metal on his teeth (a grill). Being that we were partying with the Lips, Ian gladly explained his grill (and much more) to us.

“Where I come from (New Orleans) lots of kids wear grills. It’s like having $2,000 in your mouth, very uncomfortable,” he shared. “I do it cause I’m crazy like that. We’re all crazy like that.”

He then pulls the grill off his teeth where my cousin screeched in amazement! Keep in mind, this was her first day in the states, coming from Peru and speaking very little English.

All in all it was a great night. Ian is a total sweet heart and kept us laughing with his words. My Glass House boys are always a good time and candy to my eyes. Thanks boys! Xo

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Give me MORE Black Lips!

30 04 2009

the_black_lips-0331I guess you can say we like the Black Lips here over at GrimyGoods. Actually, it’s more like any band that starts with the word “Black.”

The Black Lips will be rocking out this Saturday, May 2, along with openers Flowers Forever and The Strange Boys at the always awesome Glass House in Pomona, Calif. Love the sound and space there. As always, I’m sure the “Glass House Bar” (Acerogami Bar) will be in full effect that night, as will the show floor. Hollah if your going!





Black Lips Show Review @ Music Hall of Williamsburg, March 10

11 03 2009

black_lips1“These guys wanna fuckin’ die on stage.”

That’s one of the thoughts that ran through my head barely three songs into the Black Lips performance. The energy these crazy cats bring is unparalleled. I’ll spare a comparo because they’ve all been hog-tied to the bumper of a rusty old Ford pickup and dragged through the desert once too many times.

The Lips deserve the liberty to revel in their neo-punk glory. From intro to outro these gents, I use that loosely, just wanted to set the house ablaze and the audience would’ve happily stood in the flames. Being the aging music geek I am, I gladly watched all this chaotic splendor from above on the balcony. Granted, I missed getting fragments of co-front man and rhythm guitarist, Cole Alexander’s vomit on me. Not to mention, I missed pretending to catch the frat boy douche bag who thought he was “The Man” stage-dive. Funny how even an out of control mosh pit still has the sense, if you will, to ream out the germs from the gaggle. But, there’s something oddly surreal about being the spectator mere feet away from a beautiful disaster. It’s like those videos you watched in High School history class of the scientists crouched in those concrete bunkers miles away from the atom bomb detonation during the Manhattan Project. You know something absurdly insane is happening right in front of you and you’re genuinely excited about being there. Even feeling “lucky” perhaps.

But I digress; the show was all killer, no filler. Complete nutter butters actually. A matter of fact my ears are still ringing now 20 hours later, awesome. A show highlight I must share: as soon as they started playing the last song, everybody bum-rushed the stage. I’m talking like more than 50 people up there banging their heads, fucking with the band, throwing shit, straight up wildin’ out. Cole himself stage-dived and just ran the fuck out. Then he pops up on the other side of the room a minute or two later like he was reenacting a David Blaine skit. So really what’s not to love in that scenario? Now I wish I could sing the same praise for the two opening bands, Gentleman Jesse & His Men and Lets Wrestle, but there was no way I could pass up $3 Miller Low Lifes at The Levee right around the corner from the Music Hall of Williamsburg. Sorry my alcoholism (my drunk cheap ass doesn’t like paying $6+ for a Tecate) prevailed. All I can say is that I hope every member of the Lips can survive another tour because I’ll be one of the first to cop tickets.

–Gnargusto

A few iPhone pics:






The Punk Rock Rat Pack

23 09 2008

More goods out of New York: Puttin on the Ritz. If your a fan of the famed Rat Pack, you gotta check this shit it out! It’s raw, funny, jazzy, yet punk. Moonlighting between his day job on John Stuart’s Daily Show, lead singer (if that’s what you call it) put’s on his party suit at night when he fronts Puttin on the Ritz, alongside his band mate Kevin Shea, who also bangs it up in  Talibam!, Great Lakes and Storm And Stress. Wanna hear some comical ruckess in classy attire, give these boys a listen and do it live. They sound as though Sinatra got into Sammy Davis’ fun bag o’ drugs, to the tune of some fucked up big band beats. If you’re lucky they just may have their xtended five-piece line-up (upright bass, trumpet and sax) in attendance.