Sunday, April 26, 2015

GOOCH PALMS + DEATH VALLEY GIRLS TONIGHT!!!


SUNDAY, APRIL 26
AT NARWHAL
1118 E PIKE ST

THE GOOCH PALMS
Once upon a time in a land far away a Frankenstein’s monster of a baby was created. Equal parts GG Allin, Iggy Pop, Roy Orbison and Olivia Newton John (circa Let’s Get Physical era); this baby was an unusual child that would be raised all the way across the oceans in the suburbs of Newcastle, Australia by two very normal parents. Their normality however, could not stifle the ever-growing demon inside the boy that at age 14 would be unleashed on an unsuspecting Novocastrian audience. This boy is Leroy Macqueen; singer, guitarist and one half of notorious garage-punk duo The Gooch Palms. His partner in this story is Kat Friend, a fellow Novo that as ayoung girl, always dreamed of meeting her demented prince charming and starting a band with him. And sometimes, dreams really do come true. Not so long ago she picked up a couple of drum sticks, got herself two drums and has not looked back since. In the very short while it has taken Kat to become a bona fide shit-pop goddess, she has also become an absolute pro at providing the much needed yin to Leroy’s schizophrenic yang, keeping it cool as a cucumber while oozing her very own brand of badass-femme-sass. Together these two are an unstoppable force that have been turning heads and boners everywhere they go. They play catchy-as-hell pop music for the underdogs of this world, singing songs about bogan life in a small industrial town on an isolated continent in a far away hemisphere. Not to mention a lot of songs about outer-space.

DEATH VALLEY GIRLS
It’s easy to mistake Death Valley Girls for a biker gang. First of all, the members of this snarling garage-rock quartet all look like they jumped out from the pages of Karlheinz Weinberger’s Rebel Youth (an amazing book documenting ’50s and ’60s juvenile gangs). And at any one of their shows, a row of ratty, raked-out choppers can be seen lined up in classic motorcycle-club formation.

ACAPULCO LIPS
Plant a 1990s garage onto a 1960s beach and Acapulco Lips is the coup that will ensue. In true Pacific Northwest style, the band formed in the dark recesses of a Seattle basement, brought together by a love of reverb-laden R&B and fuzz-filled psych rock. Surfer bops and grunge riffs make out during their songs, inciting clap-dances and evoking rooftop parties. The trio have appeared on multiple Emerald City compilations, and just wrapped up their self-recorded debut LP, set to be released in summer 2015. - A.J. Dent

KILLER GHOST
raised on white bread and neil young, or at least simon and ben were // seattle lurkin' since 08/2012

9pm $8 21+



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