The sporadically undulating beast we collectively refer to as DANGERS will be emerging from the brief hibernation we fell into after our Winter Solstice Trek Into The Frigid Climes of the West, Midwest, and East Coasts. Here is what that looked like at a place called the Golden Tea House in Philadelphia:
We are now poised to take our talents to our home court, and then some, in an effort to rid ourselves of the disgust we’ve accumulated in the interim. We will be playing a book release show in Hollywood, and then a few shows with our good friends in Thou around the Southern Californian area. After that, we are taking some time to write and record the LP that you will sell on Ebay in a few years. (Is Ebay still a thing?) Then we will be driving around the East Coast (this is in August, mind you), sweating our weight in woe with the mighty Graf Orlock and our good Milanese friends in Holy.
4/13/14: @ Space 15 Twenty (across the street from Amoeba in Hollywood) 4pm!!!
4/22/14: @ Hard to Find in Goleta (7190 Hollister Ave) at 7pm
4/22/14: @ the Che Cafe in San Diego at Che Cafe at 7pm
4/23/14: @ the Echo in Los Angeles (1820 Sunset Blvd.) at 8pm
Summer is threatening. The earth is laughing at us. Love is buried in unwashed pillowcases. Hangnails abound. Science is trying. Miles do not get any easier. Tinnitus, calcium, and halitosis. A hex hangs in the balance. And guns are always much easier to get your hands on. I am not certain, yet, that we matter. But in the instance that we do…
venue change for show in chicago tonight
1719 west albion
see you there
Be kind to us. Our skin is not what it used to be. Our soles may not suffice.
With love and calloused fingers (LP3),
DANGERS (plural in the abstract)
Our Homecoming found us breaking more PA systems (joke perennially on us) and eating more Pure Luck than we could handle. Old friends, new record execs, guitar heroes, bosses, scoring partners, kids enjoying their first show (ever) all came out and shared the floor with us. Repeatedly: THANK YOU.
We now turn our sights to the northern latitudes of our hallowed state, already bursting with 50-foot-face pride, for four shows of incomparable happenstance. We’re playing at 924 Gilman in Berkeley, Casa Sanchez in SF, CYC in Fresno, and (on SUPERBOWL SUNDAY) we play at Project 418 in Santa Cruz. The shows are chockfull of bands that we are in awe of (Know Secrets, Loma Prieta, The Down House, High Water, amongst others), plus we’ll cut our hair and get remaindered books at Moe’s. Below, in all their multihued glory, are the flyers:
Unstoppable filth, flattery, rosebuds, and the lingering scent of snuffed matches.
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Notes on bi-costal noise pollution:
- We successfully performed five punk rock shows in three east coast days, a feat that included three punishing sets in three eastern seaboard states in but one lone (exhausting) day
- Accordingly, our thanks to the fine (hip, punk, shoddily-clothed, well-patched, hoarse) people of Boston, Connecticut, Brooklyn, New Jersey, and Philadelphia, especially Kimberly, Al, James (in absentia), Jill (and her amazing band Ides), and Nick.
- Extra-special thanks to all involved in Vice for playing and lending and helping us out on our jaunt
- The weather was cooperative and, for that, we sat in huddled prayer for three layover hours in Romulus, Michigan admiring/cursing the frozen water collecting on the ground there
- I was unaware that “Tarney” was a name, but am now so aware and better for it
- Parts of Justin’s esophagus and stomach lining are currently freezing over near a West Philly gas station trashcan
- Alma Mater, ad infinitum
- The creation myth of eternal love and the grin a well-curated stack of coffee table books can induce
- Some photos here and also here
- A great live review here
- A homecoming, of sorts this weekend:
- Saturday January 25th @ Bridgetown DIY w/other creative folk:
Generally speaking, looking for the beauty, trying to find value in creation, replying always in the extreme positive when asked how my day is going, believing in brief moments, sleeping like a dead baby, admiring the feelings other people have caught, turning on the overhead light, affixing my mask before affixing anyone else’s, breaking bones, staying loyal to my barber, bending under the weight, jumping on heads, Calliope, little “m” matters, remaindered books, bathroom technology, The Hedgehog and the Fox, bending spoons, The Naked and the Dead.
We are returning to the East Coast. In vintage us style, you are hearing about it only a week and a half before hand. We
are still attempting to wrangle now have a Brooklyn matinee scheduled on January 18. We’ve also solidified an 11am house show in New Britain, CT before the Brooklyn matinee. That night, we’ll be in Montclair, NJ. That makes three shows in one day. So…
Otherwise, we’re playing in some places we’ve never played (NJ, Philly), trying to avoid hypothermia, and making rock and roll die with style and grace. We will have new records to sell. West Coast and Midwest dates coming as well! Without further ado (click on the venue for Facebook event pages):
Friday January 17th: Boston, MA @ The Democracy Center
Saturday January 18th: New Britain, CT @ The Bubble Bowl (11am sharp, email for address: email@example.com)
Saturday January 18th: Brooklyn, NY @ The Grand Victory (3pm sharp)
Saturday January 18th: Montclair, NJ @ The Meatlocker (9pm sharp)
Sunday January 19th: Philadelphia, PA @ The Golden Tea House
See you on the wrong coast…