Sound Bite, Part Two:
By The Mighty Afrodite

Yeehaaw, Darlings! Just when it seems I've said all I have to say, I end up checking out yet another truly kick-ass show, and I just have to tell you all about it.

First, let me just say, I was pretty excited about this show for a few reasons: first, it was billed as a "Rockabilly" show, and while there was a high level of talent and energy, there was also a wide range of influences present, from Good Old Southern Rock, to a more industrial approach to one of the most influential, and regionally rooted genres in music history.

The show started with an electric (and delightfully Vegas) set from Dirty Lenin, straight out of Russia (some really small place, I couldn't quite remember the name, sounds like cock. Whatever.) These guys had a unique and strangely brilliant spin on cowboy rock that was a lot of fun, and highly enjoyable.

One shot, one bourbon, one beer later...

NYC's own Snakecharmers took a break from handling rattlers and revved up for the first time in two years, and I'm glad I was there to see it. These boys were tight as a virgin's ass, and went for a harder, crunchier sound than they were previously known for, working every chord like a two dollar whore.

At this point I boarded the train for Margaritaville, just in time for Brooklyn royalty, The Blind Pharoahs, who played better wasted and live than most mainstream bands play sober and digitized. This set was good and rowdy, with Chops, formerly of The Wanda Jackson Five, joining in on his upright bass. Several audience members kicked up their heels, and the stage wasn't enough room to contain Chops and his bass or lead vocalist/guitarist Sean Kershaw, who decided to stir up the complacent bar crowd by bringing the show to them.

Moving right along, all the way from North Carolina Leadfoot, who were neither heavy, nor exactly twelve inches long,... (well, as far as I know) kept on rockin' us baby... they were rock and roll hootchy koo, they were lawdy momma, they were every band I used to sneak into under aged when I was, well, under aged!

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor...

And I managed to stay on my feet long enough for the Deviltones, who ended up knockin' me back on my ass with a strong, heavy, raging sound, the true rock of ages!

And last but not least, The Devil finally made me do it, he made me stay for the very last band, Psychocharger! Thanks to more competent sound engineering than these boys have had lately, this industrial 'billy set blew out the room, and got everybody up and kicking around the floor, and finished out the show with a bang, instead of a whimper!

It was a great show all around, just rowdy enough to be heard, all in good fun and I hope this is the beginning of a resurgence in rockabilly sound and influence.

I want to especially thank all you southern boys for not holding that whole Civil War thing against us yankees, and remember,...

Rockabilly: It's not just for rednecks and Hitler youth anymore!