Friday, January 29, 2010

Video and photographic evidence that Wednesday's show at The Drunken Unicorn melted people's faces

Funds were raised last Wednesday at the Drunken Unicorn for the release of Bobby Ubangi's final record, a split 7" on Die Slaughterhaus Records with Bobby and the Soft Spots and Baby Dinosaurs vs. Extinction, at a show featuring Clay Reed of the Subsonics, The Customers, Predator, and Baby Dinosaurs vs. Extinction.

Baby Dinosaurs vs. Extinction, who haven't played out much as of late, opened with their typical (in a good way) fun in the sun punk set. I've covered this band a lot, and there's not a lot of new things to say since they don't practice often enough for their newer songs to be concert-ready. What is worth pointing out, though, is Hayley works in Jacksonville, Florida nowadays, and she drove straight to the show from work. Now that's dedication! Also, Morgan seems more comfortable with herself on stage than she used to be. She's still not quite as fearless as Miss Jessica Juggz, but then again who is?

Here's some videos from their set, including a cover of G.G. Allin's "Gimme Some Head."

Predator was next, as they are back to playing out seemingly twice a week. The songs you're used to hearing from these guys ("You", "Little Prince", etc.) and some newer tunes ("Honest Man" from their debut Rob's House E.P.) made for yet another good set of straightforward three-piece punk rock.

The Customers pulled double-duty Wednesday, beginning the night at The Earl opening for The Thomas Function and ending it at the Drunken Unicorn. Their Replacements meets Roky Erickson brand of punk is worth seeing at least once per night, and a few of their friends went the extra mile or three by going to both The Earl and The Drunken Unicorn.

After The Customers' set, Baby Dinosaurs vs. Extinction played a two-song encore, mainly for the benefit of people who did not show up early enough to see their full set.

Closing the night was The Subsonics' Clay Reed doing his solo act. I figured this would either be acoustic rock or, at the very least, a one-man garage band act. Instead, Clay sat on an amp and shredded for a long, long time. It would not be unfair to say that most of the people near the stage by this point were the guys who were in line for the bathroom. In a way the scene reminded me of stories of old punk bands who while on tour would play obnoxiously long cover songs freeform jazz style, especially if they did not have a captive audience on hand, though I suspect Clay would have played this set if the crowd's eyes had been glued to the stage like they would have been at a proper Subsonics gig.

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