Go Going Gone Girls
Though this trio of hair-hopping hoofers may worship at the altar of their frolicking forbearers, they are nothing if not au courant. Backed by an all-star four-piece lineup, the girls deliver a dexterous and distinctive blend of 60s go-go, soul, bubblegum, girl-group, and garage. Hear them sing, wail, scream, harmonize, plead, beg, and shout from atop their totemic pedestals. See them shimmy, shake, twist, dog, monkey, duck, bird, funky chicken, and pony like their ancestors of yore. Smell the musk generated by their fans as they wiggle, jerk, groove, watusi, peel, hully gully, hand jive, and slop to the ancient rhythms. Taste the sweat on your own lips as you are swept away by the sacred rituals of the mashed potato, the Madison, the hanky panky, the frug, the popcorn, and the bugaloo. Feel the band camelwalk, locomotion, skate, swim, stroll, and hitchhike their way into your heart.

The Barbary Coasters
Guitar driven rock combo that started as an outgrowth of Purple Onion stalwarts The Saturn V featuring Orbit.

The Rabbles
Guitar driven 3-4 minute rock songs that are heavy on hooks and melody, occasionally stretching out into some extended psychedelic and noise. Their music covers power pop, sonically mad stuff and lush ballads. Some of their members other projects have been (or still are) Static Faction, Aerosol Species, Cheapest & Best, Blue Gum Art, Poetiks.

The Reaction
Expressionist punk from Wade Driver (ex-Hickoids) and company.

Shrouded Strangers

Punk Rock Sideshow w/DJ Tragic & the Duchess of Hazard, every Monday

Lazarus

Tiny Vipers
"Seattle musician Jesy Fortino's stage name Tiny Vipers is an appropriate one; her songs, comprised of haunting folk harmonies and spare arrangements, quietly sink their fangs into listeners, blissfully injecting her voice and storytelling into one's head. Tiny Vipers' latest record Life On Earth (Sub Pop) was released earlier this month — this is a chance to catch Fortino at an intimate venue while you still can." - Tiny Vipers

Mark Matos & Os Beaches

TV Ghost
"In The Red is proud to announce the debut full-length album from Lafayette, Indiana, creepers TV Ghost--a band who ushers in a vile and squalid new disposition to ugly art punk and carves out a black hole of pestilence that will delight its sufferers to no end. If one can swim through the murky grime long enough to let one's frazzled senses adjust, it's clear how effectively TV Ghost incorporates the licentious nuances of The Cramps' earliest scuzz, no wave's cacophony, and Suicide's terrifying throb alongside cavernous bellows from the depths of the third layer of hell."

"This record sounds like a nightmare." --Tom Shannon, Cheater Slicks

Photobooth
"Shakin’ some action here with Jason Patrone (ex-FM Knives/Lyme Regis), back at it with a new band that’s not as aggro as the Knives,
and far less mannered than the Reggies. Nah, Photobooth is pure fun, a grimy, dingy sorta fun that can barely contain itself with glee. “Da Me Tus Besos” is what appears to be a Spanish language cover of Giorgio Moroder’s wedding reception classic “Son of My Father,” one of the most infectiously catchy songs of the ‘70s. The band gives it the bounce it
needs, sounding a little borracho but attacking it with great joy." - Victim of Time

Outdoorsmen
"Totally catchy ballbusters dripping with snot and dirt. No fancy shit, just piss-on-yer-leg lean-n-mean garage goods. You want me to name names? Ok, it's like the Brides or Captain 9's reinvented for a new age. Put that in your fucking pipe. These three kids are from the Bay Area, and I NEVER hear anyone mention them. They don't dress up like Seventies dirtbags? They don't wear Beatleboots or have pageboy haircuts? They don't sing enough tunes about pizza or kissin' dudes? Nobunny doesn't write their songs? What gives?" - Terminal Boredom

Castanets
"Castanets have been lumped in with these freak folks for good reason. Namely, the lead singer has a long beard and sounds like a freak. What more do you need? Actually the instrumentation and mood created by their album are much freakier than any song about birds, trees, and precipitation. Many of the songs on First Light's Freeze are creepy. This isn't the lost soundtrack to the '60s; this is the lost soundtrack to a zombie love movie. Even though Castanets create folk music with tinges of country, this is not the same old crap. But saying whether it's pleasant or unpleasant, uplifting or depressing, that's the tricky part. The mood is ambiguous. The one absolute is that the album is consistently captivating." - Pop Matters

Warmer Milks
Warmer Milks (Lexington, KY): "Simply gorgeous, outwardly reminiscent of the heyday of New Zealand singer-songwriterisms (a la Peter Jefferies, whose plaintive, circular style of acoustic arrangement is referenced here), interspersed with almost Jandekian levels of abstract stumble. On the flip, a short ambient piece creates high-pitched, scraping, extended tension." - Dusted