BABY BABY // CREATURE CAMP // RED HARP // BLACKFOOT GYPSIES
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 29TH I 7PM DOORS / 8PM SHOW
$8 ADV/DOS I 18+
The fine southern gentlemen of BABY BABY have been performing since late 2009. Started by singer/guitarist/raconteur Fontez Brooks and drummer Grant Wallace, the band now features Colin “CowCow” Boddy and Hsiang-Ming “New Guy” Wen.
Straight out of Carrollton, GA. The band has graced the stages of Made In America, Riotfest and Afropunk, as well as losing all their money on condoms and beer during The Warped Tour.
Searching to define their music, the only description is “Fun Rock” – a mélange of Indie, English and Swedish Punk, Bayou Rock, Vaudeville and Carnival. If Tony Robbins put on a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of swimshorts, downed a bottle of bourbon, listened to nothing but Blink 182 and GG Allin for 24 hours and then decided to deliver a musical motivational speech, pick up your girlfriend and steal your cab this is what it would sound like. On fire.
It is not meant to be taken seriously. It is supposed to put a large grin on your face and if you do decide a mosh pit is in order, they…
Baby Baby is from Atlanta.
“I am Fontez Brooks. I sing songs and play the guitar.”
“I am Colin Boddy. I like a good cocktail kit and yelling is fun.”
“I am Grant Wallace. I hit drums and have a thriving lawncare business.”
“I am Hsiang-Ming Wen. I slappa da bass and haven’t had a hair cut in years.”
“We play fun-rock. We’ve played it at Riotfest, Made In America, Afropunk Fest(s), Warped Tour and for Red Bull’s 30 Days In L.A. We’ve toured with Fishbone, Black Lips and some other bands worth mentioning but we won’t.”
Their new record is “Semifamous”.
Their managers say they are “a mélange of Indie, English and Swedish Punk, Bayou Rock, Vaudeville and Carnival”. But what do they know? Sometimes upper management uses big words which we don’t understand.
Their booking agent says that they are the shit.
“We kinda believe him because he got kicked out of a show once for trying to make sure we were properly taken care of. Good Guy Gregg.”
Standing around The Syndicate Lounge, I could hear Adia Victoria before I could see her. She talked loud and quick, sometimes in exaggerated Southern twang, sometimes in exaggerated Ghetto-speak. “I’m such a Black girl,” she added after one such occurrence. Draped in a zip-up white moo-moo, a sleek honey-brown wig, her steps accented by yellow Converse, Adia (Uh-DEE-uh) pulled her guitar over her shoulders for soundcheck. Cue “Smells Like Teen Spirit”–after, of course, dialing in a few originals.
She stopped, smiled, looked up from her guitar, joked about playing the next song. “Like uh, with Grateful Dead pedals!” she said, with exaggerated gestures. The guitarist next to her, Mason Hickman, tapped his foot across his board, began playing wah-wah sounds à la Jerry Garcia. Having played two of my favorite bands consecutively, two that…
The Faceless, After the Burial, Rings of Saturn, Toothgrinder
The Faceless are a technical metal band from the Los Angeles area who have formed to astonish their live audiences with dizzying guitar work, lightning fast drumming and unmatched brutality. Formed by guitarist Michael Keene and bassist Brandon Giffin, the band quickly found the perfect mix of dedicated musicians to complete the line up.
Drummer Brett Batdorf having played a brief stint with Himsa and long time drummer of the acclaimed Los Angeles death metal band Tchildres complimented the group perfectly and was added to the line up soon after. The combination of blistering guitar work, complex and fast-paced rhythms, offset by haunting keyboards and brutal vocals from singer Jeff Ventimiglia set The Faceless in a class with the metal legends who have come before to change metal forever. The Faceless have developed a large following from their dead accurate live performance and the online success of 3 songs recorded and produced by guitarist Michael Keene. The band has already become a buzz in the metal scene drawing up to 300 kids at local shows. The Faceless is quickly rising to the top in a sea of mediocrity to claim their…