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Sunday August 26 2018 8:00PM doors -- music at 8:30PM ••• ALL AGES $15 Sloppy Seconds www.facebook.com/SloppySecondsJunkRock/ Junk Punk Rock The Memphis Murder Men thememphismurdermen.net/ Rock N Roll HEWHOCANNOTBENAMED www.musiccannotbenamed.com/ Alternative/Punk/Rock The Hammerbombs www.facebook.com/Hammerbombs/ pop punk Sloppy Seconds B.A. -- vocals Ace "Spice" Hardwhere -- guitars Bo'Ba Jam -- bass Steve Sloppy -- drums -from INDIANAPOLIS JUNK ROCK CITY, IN -Sloppy Seconds is a Ramones-influenced punk band from Indianapolis that started in the mid-1980s. With such underground hits as "Come Back, Traci" (a tribute to an underaged Traci Lords), "I Want 'em Dead", and "So Fucked up", the band prefers to sing about such topics as pornography, classic horror movies, old TV shows, comic books, alcohol, being fat, and getting drunk. They have been quoted as being proud to be fat, drunk, and stupid. The band refers to their style as "Junk Rock". The Memphis Murder Men Screamin’ E – Vocals Brian “the Lith” – Lead Guitar Rev. Rhett Johnson – Rhythm Guitar Sir Hans Sir Hans – Bass/Vocals Bob “Sweet Dick” James – Drums -from -50’s rock ‘n’ roll’s bastard child – that just about sums up The Memphis Murder Men. Originally hailing from Pittsburgh, PA, the band evolved from the Steel City’s first horror-punk outfit – The Brain Invaders – and now call Oakland their home. These guys have fired up the stage with The Misfits, Tiger Army, The Murder Junkies, The Quakes, The Guana Batz and just about every legendary psychobilly band there is. The group completely embodies the rock ‘n’ roll that gave birth to every punk, rockabilly, and psychobilly band out there and do it without regrets or fear of what “the scene” might think. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, The Memphis Murder Men are putting the nail in the coffin of bad rock ‘n’ roll and cranking out loud and proud rock n roll the way the greats did. HEWHOCANNOTBENAMED Hewhocannotbenamed - Guitar/Vocals Keith Mueller - Lead Guitar/Vocals Bobby Ramone - Bass/Vocals Eric Borst - Drums/Vocals -from San Francisco, CA -He Who Cannot Be Named has been playing punk rock for over 25 years, most of that time with the legendary “Dwarves”. An original member of this San Francisco based combo, he wrote or cowrote many of your favorite tunes from the early Sub Pop albums “Blood Guts and Pussy”, “Thank Heaven For Little Girls” and “Sugarfix”. He was voted guitarist of the year by Flipside Magazine in 1991, but is mostly known for his unusual stage wear, or lack thereof. His trademark look can best be described as “naked and wearing a mask”. According to James Orme from Slug Magazine, He Who... is “maybe the most mysterious character in all of rock n’ roll.” Perhaps his infamous “death hoax” has something to do with this air of mystery. “Sputnik Music” published an account of this macabre bit of rock history. In 1993 the band (Dwarves) issued a press release stating their guitarist He Who Cannot Be Named had been stabbed to death in Philadelphia. Though this later turned out to be a hoax, the band even went as far as to attach a tribute to the "late" guitarist on their 1993 Sub Pop-released album “Sugarfix”. Sub Pop did not respond well to the hoax and summarily dropped the band from its label. In the late 90’s He Who reappeared to play on the Epitaph release “Come Clean”. He has played and written on all Dwarves releases since. Finally, in the summer of 2010, He Who Cannot Be Named released his first solo album titled “Sunday School Massacre” to rave reviews. The past few years He who has been working hard to write and record a new collection of songs. The Hammerbombs Rob, Ilya, Matt, Jen. -from Oaklnad, CA -The Hammerbombs! East Bay punk rock super group comprised of "musicians" hailing from such exotic locales as: China, Soviet Russia, Japan, Cuba, France, and Fremont....You should invite us over. We're pretty fun...and probably wasted. |
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