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PHOTOS: Swearin' / Potty Mouth at the Pinhook - 6/11/2014

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Swearin'






Potty Mouth




Swearin' / Potty Mouth at the Pinhook - 6/11/2014

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Swearin'
with Potty Mouth
The Pinhook
6/11/2014
Swearin' was one of the best surprises of last year's Hopscotch - I saw them randomly at a day party at Slims and was blown away.  I think they rolled back through town another time and I wasn't able to go, so it was nice to finally catch them again and confirm that my first impression was not a fluke.  The verdict?  It was not.  The band was extremely catchy just like last time, comprised of a formula roughly one-third pop, one-third punk, and the final third nineties indie fuzz rock.  In band terms, imagine some sort of combination of Superchunk, the Thermals, and the Breeders (the Breeders comparison brought to me by my friend Brian, something I had never thought of but that made perfect sense as soon as he said it).  It was all quite lovely and enjoyable and I promptly bought both of their records, something I wanted to do at Hopscotch but passed on because I didn't want to carry the records around wi…

PHOTOS: Museum Mouth / Ghostt Bllonde at Kings - 6/6/2014

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Museum Mouth



Ghostt Bllonde



Museum Mouth / Ghostt Bllonde at Kings - 6/6/2014

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Museum Mouth with Ghostt Bllonde
Kings
6/6/2014
As frequently seems to be the case, the older I get the less likely I am to go out and see the new young bands that are always popping up.  No matter what my age is, there is always a pack of dudes in their early twenties ready to take on the world with their rock and/or roll. 
The first band I saw tonight was Ghostt Bllonde - yes, the misspellings in their name are apparently intentional.  I often comment how young the crowd is, but this time I suspect many got into Kings via fake IDs.  I had 15 years on almost every person there who wasn't actually working in the club...including the band.  They were a lively bunch though, crowd and band alike, very upbeat and dancey and having themselves a fine Friday night party.  The music was sort of a combination of jangly pop ala Lonnie Walker mixed with a little dance pop upbeat catchiness.  It was sometimes a little sloppy, but everyone seemed to be having fun so who cares righ…