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Sunday June 26 2022
  3:00PM doors -- music at 3:30PM
 
•••  21 AND OVER but accompanied kids welcome
$15
Lars Savage Memorial Concert
Terry Gross 
terrygrossband.bandcamp.com/
 pre-post indie  experimental
Hot Fog     
www.facebook.com/hotfog
 hard rock heavy metal
Roland
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Ezeetiger
ezeetiger.bandcamp.com/releases
 psychedelic noise

Terry Gross
-from San Francisco, CA
-Terry Gross is an engrossing trio composed of guitarist Phil Manley (Trans Am), bassist Donny Newenhouse, and drummer Phil Becker. The trio are also connected as owners and engineers at Bay Area recording spot El Studio, where they began improvising together as a way to test the boundaries and gear of the studio. Their loose, organic chemistry burgeoned into a deep camaraderie and a sound both expansive and exacting. The three experienced musicians crafted their first full-length album through the pure joy of playing together with no expectations. With the tapes rolling on their rehearsals, the band captures the exuberance of live performance and elevates those recordings through a deft use of the studio as their collective instrument. On their debut LP Soft Opening, Terry Gross channels their cosmic powers and considerable chops into a gleefully mesmerizing odyssey fit for an arena.

Soft Opening took shape over the course of 2016-2019, with Terry Gross writing and refining their songs. “Space Voyage Mission” and “Worm Gear” parallel one another as sinuous jams that pulse with adamantine fervor. Each mountainous epic churns spellbinding repetition and simplicity into dizzying gallops that take hairpin turns into sinewy riffing and elysian vocal melodies. Phil Manley’s guitar takes on a constellation of tones across “Space Voyage Mission” with drifting delays soaring over the Newenhouse and Becker’s driving rhythm section which all succumb to frothing overdrives that spin the song into entirely new pastures. The hypnotic throb of “Worm Gear” grows all the more enchanting as Newenhouse and Becker add subtle shifts to the single-chord barrage. “Specificity (Or What Have You)” contrasts these two in its more traditionally pop-oriented structure while retaining its predecessors wide-eyed energy and delves further into the album’s lighthearted-yet-earnest take on sci-fi tropes from space and time travel to the singularity.

As Terry Gross, Phil Manley, Donny Newenhouse, and Phil Becker are sonic scientists traversing the borderlands of rock. Soft Opening captures the simple joy of a no-holds-barred trio in stunning detail, transporting the listener into the splendor and freedom of rock. 




Hot Fog
-from San Francisco, CA
-Hot Fog is a San Francisco Hard Rock and Heavy Metal band born from the ashes of a slew of SF bands spanning the 90’s through the 00’s including Oranger, Film School, Hammerdown Turpentine, Pinq, Carlos!, and Preston School of Industry. This rag-tag group band of indie veterans decided to get back to their roots — all they way back to their days of prepubescent bedroom rocking to bring forth a thundering sound akin to the “New Wave of British Heavy Metal” bands of the late 70’s and early 80’s like Judas Priest and Iron Maiden, with forays into proto-thrash a la early Metallica. Nodding to the past while rocking into the future with monster riffs, ripping leads, and soaring vocals, they bring it, un-ironically, and with quality and reverence – as metal is supposed be. Their live shows are sweat-soaked full-on, frontal assaults, complete with fog machines, lasers, classic metal guitars, and fans thrusting devil horns in the air as participants rather than “audience”. They do, however, have a “no costume” rule, and the band eschews the current trend of beards, tattoos, and Kyuss-tinged sludge-metal, and instead, they walk that razors edge of sincerity and fun like not many bands can. Aquarius Records, definitely experts on the subject of all things metal, put it best: What it comes down to it though, all you need to know about Hot Fog is, do they rock? And more to the point, do they slay? We’d say yea, and verily. Like a fist in the air, the vocals scream and soar. The galloping guitars storm to attack. It’s 1983 all over again, and in your face! The riffs are all instant headbangers, dished out with practically punk energy…. … As with any true metal band in this day and age, it may be that their tongues aren’t entirely removed from their cheeks. Without being utterly ironic, you can still have a sense of humor about this brand of D&D metal (you maybe have to). Doesn’t stop it from ruling though. And they’re definitely SERIOUS about loving medieval metal and kicking ass. Having fun, drinking beer, all that, but not taking the piss – Aquarius Records



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Ezeetiger
-from San Francisco, CA
-When I say that Ezee Tiger is a one-man band, I don't mean it in the style of, say, some major-label outcast doing his best Dylan on the old acoustic. Or that Ezee tickles the iMac under a fluorescent glow. I mean he's a one-man rock band--which, in typical genre phrasing, means Ezee plays drums, guitar, bass, and sings, all in the course of one song, both live and on his recordings. He crams what usually requires a two- to five-member lineup into the scrawny frame of a bike messenger from San Francisco named Anthony Petrovic. His music is a pandemonium of murky feedback, speaker-thrashing guitar and bass riffs, and slurred vocals--and yet somehow it all comes together with catchy melodies that threaten to lodge dangerously long in your memory. When Ezee plays, Petrovic dumps an arsenal of instruments all over the stage--moving across one piece at a time, jamming out and looping riffs, with each new sonorous texture more obese than the last. Finally, he bashes the hell out of a drum kit, bleating into the mic like a farm animal on its way to the slaughter. It's a manic feat to witness live, and an accomplishment Petrovic continues to build upon.